REVIEW OF 'OCEAN OF LOVE' BY NEELAM MAHAJAN SINGH, BY
JUSTICE S. MOHAN, JUDGE: SUPREME COURT OF INDIA
'Ocean of love', by Neelam Mahajan Singh (Neelam M. Singh aka Neil) is a poetic expression of a unique personality, bringing to fore the sensitivity within, the pain and passion of a rebel crusader !
This book deconditions a conditioned society as what may be a belief may just be anobsession. It transcends deep into mysticism and truism, that goes hand in hand, in these verses. While the poems of Elliot, Tagore, Wordsworth, Octavio Paz, Pablo Neruda, Larkins or Sitakant Mahapatra, are bound by a coherent vision of man and the universe, her poems stand against the onslaught on mankind in any form.
Neelam's poems are deciphered from an enigma that becomes a recurrent attitude which is identified with the cosmic.
Neelam Mahajan Singh's poetry repudiates the trivial destiny. 'Ocean of Love', makes a journey into spiritual world, in search of light beyond. The poet expresses profound, passionate and immense feelings, shunning intolerance and hatred. She aggressively defies a rotten systemic order, clamoring for a new one.
This book is a subtle pellucid of beauty, stylistic and immense appeal to a person with conciuosness!
About the author:-
Neelam Mahajan Singh is dedicated to the causes of humanism and women's rights. Neelam, dedicated 'Ocean of Love' to: "Lajya Devi and Jaswant Rai jee, my parents, as stars watching from above and my wonderful son: Yuvraj Siddhartha Singh" (Yuvraj S. Singh)
☆ Neelam Singh is a social justice & human rights crusader for past three decades. She's a multifaceted woman. Earlier a signature line at Doordarshan News, she's been a Professor of History at University of Delhi. Her columns are a vanguard voice, against a dilapidated system, that denies women their rightful place in society. She's amongst the first batch of young ladies to enter the portal's of St. Stephen's College, a male bastion till then.
Two Poems :-
'Everyone has been cemented'
He doesn't see
Nor does he hear
Caught in the depths of his throat
His voice can't be heard
He stammers for all practical purposes
He looks a complete man
But could it be possible
That he's just a stone?
It appears men have
Turned into etchings
On the wall
I feel suffocated
Where man is stoned
Come, please do come
See the blind faith
Some men do manage to make a God
Even out of a stone
The turbulent clouds portend
Another torrential monsoon
The stone work is already weak
Dam is sure to burst this time
Come, come let's choose from the handful from the crowd
Of mute, faceless bystanders
And desecrate them place of stones.
☆ 'I resolve to win it back': by Neelam Singh
My night is awake
Someone has broken the rays
Why do dreams come in sleep
Why stars are left waiting outside
It is your memory which has sewed up the wounds of love
Today I have pulled out the stitches
And give you back, the thread
How painful it is!
From the holy book of my love
I have torn out a page
A caravan of flowers
Passes through a desert
I have resolved to win back
The faith that was once lost
My night is awake
However distant you may be !
Neelam Singh
🎊♦🎊♦🎊♦🎊♦🎊♦🎊♦🎊♦
Review by Justice S. Mohan, Judge; The Supreme Court of India
Comments
Post a Comment