Title: Wet Silence
Author: Sweta Srivastava Vikram
Publi.: MHP
ISBN: 9781615992560
MRP: Rs
314/- (Kindle)
It
is not every day that one comes across poetry that can touch one’s very soul.
The book ‘Wet Silence’ by Sweta Srivastava Vikram is piquantly stirring and rips apart the hypocrisy of our so called morals. It throws much light upon a subject that reeks of pain and gloom, and calls for urgent reforms.
The book ‘Wet Silence’ by Sweta Srivastava Vikram is piquantly stirring and rips apart the hypocrisy of our so called morals. It throws much light upon a subject that reeks of pain and gloom, and calls for urgent reforms.
Her poems
on Hindu widows reflect the depth of suffering, be it psychological where a
widow is expected to mourn and be as “brooding like soot on windows”, or
sexual and societal, when she is considered a “toxic waste”. For no
fault of her own, a widow is perceived as an ill-omen and a “crude metaphor”.
Even in today’s world where we boast of ultra-modernism, in some places in
India, esp ‘Vrindawan’, widows are forced into so pathetic a life that it can
shame the Satan himself.
The author captures the breadth and depth of this topic very well. Some poems like
“The Question” present a unique way to look at traditional myths. The words, like a high definition camera, capture every emotion perfectly and to say that I loved this book will be an understatement.
The author captures the breadth and depth of this topic very well. Some poems like
“The Question” present a unique way to look at traditional myths. The words, like a high definition camera, capture every emotion perfectly and to say that I loved this book will be an understatement.
Random Excerpts-
-"I hate that the hand wiping my tears aren't yours"
-"Winter blankets my longing arms
whispers he is never coming"
-"Like a sack of rice in pantry,
I am sitting quietly"
-"Here I am called a crude metaphor
for not wanting to wake up under fouled sheets"
