Vision is Deep High Illusion by Pravin Sankhwar is a wonderful collection of 50 poems. A poem on each page, the collection is segmented in more than a few parts, depicting stages of life that the author went through. Pravin makes his presence felt through this book of beautiful poems. The poems are short read, spiraled off his life. Somewhere in the book it is mentioned that he considered his journey in the world of hedonism, achievements, goals, love life, friendship and profession at 17.
The poems are thematic in nature, as he covers range from ‘Beginning’ to ‘Love’ to ‘Forgiveness’ and much in between. The biggest section is Love, where the poet takes creative liberty to highlight his love with his ambitions, the girl he liked, his engineering profession and so on. If you decode the title, you will find out that the poet lays emphasis on living the present moments of life, as he knows that one aims to achieve something, that is in real is a vision, which is nothing more than an illusion.
In between narrating the woes and bliss of his life and its allied stages, the poet never forgot to mention the nature around him. It shows that he is alert about his surrounding and what influence it casts on people. In 50 poems, readers can gauge in the life of the poet from boyhood to adult age to getting married to working day-in, day-out…with so much at his helm, the poet never ignores the learnings of life. He is a classic taker of things in life. The poems instill a sense of life in all of us.
Life teaches:
Pages left,
To unfold
life’s secrets.
Turn by Turn,
Learn, Life’s lesson.
Pravin’s prose-like alternative rhyming gives liberal wings to the collection. It brings on the table much to cogitate while appreciating what we have in all situations of life. Though the collection was penned down a decade ago, its relevance is as evergreen as timeless. Before we conclude this review, let’s dive into some heart winning stanzas from the collection.
“Fall for me,
Fly with me.
Don’t
scatter,
Fallen leaves.”
Boyhood is also one of the fascinating sections in the book, from the poem ‘Nature’ following lines stir evocative scream of appeal to root for nature in our life.
“I can’t
confess why this man hasn’t ,
Got time for
nature of his own.”
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