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In the poems in this book, Abhinandan Bhattacharya has tried to distill the myriad magic of life

Author Abhinandan Bhattacharya
  • The book “Inara: An Illumination Through Verses” by Abhinandan Bhattacharya is a poetry book.


  • Abhinandan Bhattacharya is a bohemian poetic soul who weaves exquisite rhythm – free-flowing and classical in his verses. Mint fresh themes like Moments nestle beautifully with the traditional ode Silver Lining, while Hunger highlights the World Food Programme.


  • To do justice to the sheer variety, one must completely indulge in Abhinandan’s world of mystical Macaroni with caramelized chicken to breathe in the aroma of punch like humour, and savour the tasteful bytes and dare to Crossover with the seemingly idyllic bougainvillea. This book promises to the reader that never shall one’s spirit be Extinguished.


  • Read an excerpt from the book below.


A Call Away

Like the benign sea breeze, you breathe new hopes

Of resilience and kindness, with spirits that one copes

You held my hand and made the rain gods sway

And whispered in my ear, “I’m just a call away.”

Polarized in thoughts and neglected by the times,

My sighs, your cries, our silences – trailed along in beautiful rhymes,

Vanilla skies to our eyes when we still call it a day

Gently reminding one another that we’re just a call away.

Never unblemished was this relation, nor will it ever be

For perfection sleeps in the grave, not in a life lived with glee,

Sturdy as the oak tree yet boorish as the breath of May

All voids filled with passion anew at the thought of being just a call away.

With you, my dear friend, the December snow’s an absolute cheer,

Far from the maddening crowd, the jubilant bells toll loud and clear –

A message to write a new chapter in a world where you and I stay,

Let each soul bear this promise today that we’re all just a call away.

****

Communion

On a strange precipice

The Scarlet kisses the Night

And a few lonely arms, raised –

Invoking a prayer parched in plight

The zephyrs in consternation

As the cirrostratus come in sight.

Ripples in the hungry tide

Cower the valiant along the ride.

The golden crest of snowy peaks

A dulcet dream this humble mind seeks,

From farthest fathoms below as you rise

To a new world that we all surmise,

Another Eden – all sparkling bright

A divine creation awaits a whole new light.

****

five elements

balmy is the mildewed west
as you put that day to a gentle rest
symphony of the surging waves
is all your heart humbly craves

rising in the warm sand
many a castle lofty, grand
your worries in the present wind
tossing, a past to slowly rescind

amidst the low briny breeze
a dream your eyes possibly seize –
messianic, lucid, pure, benign
a moment for which you indeed pine

couched you’re in a sweet rustle
far away from a maddening bustle
a zephyr’s touch from the purple haze
a life to reset with a scarlet gaze

the foliage fans from the bowed boughs
a crop to yield by he who ploughs
the cradle holds the dulcet times
this lay ends again in splendid rhymes

****

Intangibles

What do you carry little one?

Pressure of growing up

With countless memories to be lost and won

And a thousand fleeting expectations to be met, done and undone.

How do you do my teenage friend?

Meeting eyes at home and outside

With dreams that know no end

Why is a lily on your brow?

In love, they say ‘what’ but fail to show ‘how’

From Lochinvar to Romeo, this journey ends for me now.

Allow me the knowledge to the frown on your temple –

With anxiety rippling and lips doing a tremble,

Crashed hopes and false promises make the trudge long

Heavy are these intangibles, where fiction doesn’t belong.

What weighs you down, gentle warrior?

More than the cannon

It’s Death’s fangs at the rear

Where grief weds guilt; flickering hope gives in to fear,

With the magazine emptying, a heaviness descends near.

You look not well, O harvester!

As anguish cripples and tightens that noose

The yoke is shifted; now, a prayer on loose

With failure cradled in poverty and pain,

That last goodbye – can either of us restrain?

What droops your shoulder, O honourable man?

Manipulation and Deceit

Have got you a perfect tan

Where honesty breeds contempt and ignorance begets shame

Where sorrow is hilarious and true love a riotous game

Trust is murdered, Faith is assaulted and Hope is scratched

By that acerbic tongue that weighs upon the timid world

In a form mostly wretched.

Where incendiaries will hardly wipe great civilizations,

Such petty intangibles will wreak total obliteration.

Excerpted with permission from Inara: An Illumination Through Verses, Abhinandan Bhattacharya, Notion Press. Read more about the book here and buy it here.

 

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