30 January

 

30 January 1948

Father of the Nation Mahatma Gandhi was short dead by an angry violent man Nathu Ram Godsey who unfortunately did not want to breathe under the free sky; he opposed Gandhi ji’s non-violence doctrine to win back India’s independence from Britishers who ruled over India for about two centuries and enslaved India and its people’s mentality.

Gandhi ji said : “An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Some Thoughts

Some Thoughts


 
New poetry book: Colours of my Heart/ by Surjeet Kalsey
 
 
 Poems in  Surjeet Kalsey’s new poetry book  “Colours of My Heart” portray picture and mannerism in which women are being treated in our society even now while living in the most advanced countries.
                                                                                    –  Publisher
 
In this solitude – broken things/your body did not leave the house./I was punished to live/with a dead body/which silently was eroding/ my energies my self-esteem/and was stealing my soul!” This plaint from the poem ‘Living with the dead’ illustrates the poet’s sombre reflections on vagaries of life.  Another poem ‘The Priority’ dwells upon the manner in which women are treated in the society. However, if you are under the impression that this is an anthology of laments, banish the thought. There is a streak of feminist assertiveness in the poems like “An Incarnation of the Kali” and ‘A Warrior’ when she proclaims, “I am a woman warrior/who believes in Self/and only in myself/and does not need Krishna/to be my charioteer/and utter sermons from the Gita“. The feminist motif is predominant in this collection, as typified by the poem ‘I don’t intend’ (85). The term ‘feminist’ here is used in the sense more as a woman’s awareness of its rights and her rightful place in the society. The poet also portrays other moods ranging from reflections on lunar waxing and waning to self-abnegation.
                                              -Brig R K Sharma,   The Tribune, Chandigarh
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Colours of my Heart

“Surjeet Kalsey’s new book of poems ‘Colours of My Heart’ is an introspective perspective of the plight of all women. Kalsey’s  selection and placement of words weaves a poetic pathway that awakens and heightens the reader’s senses. Her use of colour as a definition for emotion paints from a palette all women can identify with a world where men and women betray each other, i.e.: ‘Jealousy’ …so they prey on other women’s partners; with exotic lingerie and vodka, they hunt their prey, and suck on male vulnerabilities… Her writing is provocative, hopeful and empowering.”

-Valerie B.-Taylor,   President/Facilitator New West Writers                                      Co-ordinator/Facilitator Renaissance Books
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Colours of My Heart by Surjeet Kalsey, Tarlochan Publishers Chandigarh, 2011.   Pages: 96. Rs. 160 (India) Canada/USA $15 + postage    To secure  your copy of the book please contact at this email:
kalseysurjeet@hotmail.com
Tarlochan Publishers, Chandigarh, India.Watch for the coming book launch and reading dates..

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Click  Aurat Kav  to read in Punjabi

Woman_Poetry
 
A hole in her heart.
 
This is her heart –
soft like flower and hard like steel
woman has a hole in her heart
carrying from generation to generation
she cannot say what she wants to
she cannot feel in her mind and body
what is not allowed for her to feel.
 
Her heart thinks
and her conscious mind feels
she is a  miracle of the nature!
She blooms like the first crux
of the spring and her smile
being unaware of the traditions
gets plucked and
trampled under the feet.
She stops right there
in the footprint of time
and is reminded that
she has a hole in her heart.
 
She was given a gift of being a woman
when she opened her eyes for the first time 
and saw the light and heard
the very first words:
“Again we have got a stone not a heir!”
 
Bad omen for the mother that
she did not give birth to a son
and bad luck for the baby girl
that a hole was drilled in her heart
by the tradition
and the mother put her hand
on her own chest and said
“I also have a hole in my heart,
and my mother too
and my mother’s mother too…!”
 
 
 
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Foot Prints of the Silence that become the pages of history.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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A poem by Surjeet Kalsey

View this poem in PDF by clicking the link below:
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