‘Dearest Love’ might be the simple yet sensual collection of romantic poetry you might be looking for. Through the decades, love poems have carved a separate genre for themselves. Poets of all generations have shed their griefs of separation and heartbreak in their love poems, and have also made them shine in the vibrant ecstasies of romance and attraction.
Prachi Prangya Agasti brings to us a set of heartfelt poems
that talk of her own expression of love. She perceives love to be enchanting
and magical—that makes us feel blessed and alive. Love, to her, comes as a lifeline
of survival, and she wants to submit and give in to it.
The poems teach us the value of empathy and love in our
lives. It conveys how profound the effect of love is, and what it might do to
us. It urges us to protect and accompany love, not abandon it like a used toy. It
preserves the role of unconditional affection in our lives, and the desire to be
loved and cared for.
“A
masterpiece is like gold dust
But
you are mine
An
art that spills light
Into
the dark canvas
Every
time you look at me
As
a stretch of my imagination
And
the pastels cling to my skin
Like
you are a part of me
You
become my muse
And
breathe life into the stubborn heart
I live
like I matter….”
The aspect of love that gets portrayed in these poems is
that of submissiveness. It is very sensual and retrospective, maybe that is why
they are called ‘dearest’. Truly enough, a sense of affection and caressing
lingers in the verses, giving the poems a very calm and soothing touch. The love
here is not wild, neither is it too outgoing or free-spirited. To me, they got
conveyed like the lovely, breezy fancies of an innocent soul, maybe dreamy
reveries of it. Somehow, the poet always avoids the deeper, more wavering
aspects of love. Instead, she strokes and showers affection on her lines—making
them sheer serene and beautiful.
As we progress further into the book, the poet takes
up a very subdued and defeated tone. She reminisces about the happy, warm times
of her past and compares it with various components of nature and the universe.
She perhaps knows that the feelings of love she portrays towards her companion
won’t be reciprocated. But even then, she isn’t ready to give up on her love. She
is open to forgiveness and flexibility. Thereby, the general notion that looms
large from these poems is of inclusion, and not fragmentation or demarcation.
The quality of the diction is what makes the poems worthy
of praise. The choice of words, the tying of phrases and the usage of the
perfect amount of imageries—makes the poems such a delight to read. The
metaphorical implications aren’t absurd or out of the place, rather they’re believable
and concrete to the core. The poet hasn’t shied away from improvising on the
intricacies of romantic emotions. This collection of poetry stands up with its originality.
“…While everything
around is dead
I standing
wrecked
With
nameless, broken love
Tattooed
on the wall
Waiting to
repeat my favourite disaster….”
The thematic interpretation of this anthology is something
that could have been more progressive. All throughout, the poet has taken up a
very desolate and introspective tone—unaware of the disappointments that love
also comes with. She has floated about in her self-made ocean of magic and
daydreams, and meanwhile, has perhaps lost the track of reality. The ‘love’ portrayed
in this book is truly very dear and intimate, but it also could have been more courageous
and individualistic. A very broad feminine sentiment was shrouding the poems with
a tone of forgiveness and unconditional support. Towards the very end, the poet
is visibly hurt and weighed down—but she never strikes back. She never blames
her destiny nor does she complain. She just drowns in her pains.
But is love always worth forgiving? Doesn’t it inflict
us with unfathomable amounts of pain and anxiety which demand a strong retaliation?
Strangely enough, this other fierce and brave ideology of love never came
through clearly. A doubt that was constantly up in my mind regarding the poems
was---is the poet repenting the loss of her love or merely asking for forgiveness
from her companion? Is the mindset of the poet inflicted with such trails of
remorse and regret for the storm that has passed? Read the poems to find out
yourself!
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