In years come a poetry collection that actuates you to feel everything, but somehow you feel trapped and fretted. The more you delve deeper into the world of poet, the thicker the misery dawns upon you with a burden of an amusing longing. It is not an adrenaline rush, rather a queer feeling, and we are sure that you won’t get that with any randomly picked up poetry. To match your trance, today we have got Ivory Gleam by Dr. Priya Dolma Tamang – a collection of poems as pure and fresh as mountain snow.
The brilliance of poetess Priya shines throughout the book, and probably if she kept writing such stuff, she will be the shining star in the world poetry arena. Anyway, back in the book, it is an amazing book, as you know the title – Ivory Gleam – is like unveiling the blinds off the unbridled desires of human beings. To any extent, the title is apt and it means that people we come across often or dealt with every day or with whom we fall in love at some point of life are all shells. They are not what they look, inside they are different, and this difference if we fail to conform or understand, well then it pierces through the deepest chords of our malleable heart. Pain is inevitable, and through this pain we find our ways in life. True to our hearts and committed to our orientation. Human psyche and batching is all about orientation. If it gets right, the ways are wide and bright, otherwise learning and repentance.
Next, the book is full of events, told in subtle art of poetry. Of love and lost, melancholy and soliloquy, and many other feelings that probably go without names, are aplenty in the book, and from time to time, they ebb and rise as per the circumstances. Nimbus, take me home – the author urges the clouds to take her away, away from this ostentatious and condescending world, to her own world.
The book is divided into three sections and holds a substantial number of pages – clearly a treat for readers. Yes, the themes in the collection differ from one juncture to another, however, the kind of smoothness with which the poet explored the darkness and the pragmatism may put anyone in a state of daze. High on self-resurrecting exploration, it is here to make you cogitate on your actions of the past. Reading twice or thrice, the collection will make you understand many hacks about life and probably you can talk about on some aspects endlessly.
Ivories are for show off. However, this collection is a gem in an armor that is bound to shine through the dark nights. From the land of monasteries and snow-clad mountains, Priya’s refreshing and soul stirring poems are evident of the ambience that runs like a backdrop with legacy.
So, true to the essence of the human lives, Ivory Gleam is one collection that you may remember and recommend for a longer time in your life. All poems are of equal value, thus, picking up any one citing as best from the collection will be a low-down for the author. Read all, relish all, remember all, recommend all. So replete, so lovely, the collection is, again, as pure and as fresh as the mountain snow.