|Book Title:||Another Soliloquy|
|No. of Pages:||64||Publication Year:||2014|
Co-authored by Shruti Goswami
25 verses each.
In this book, I have tried to deal with some darker, less discussed facets of human character.. the titles speak for themselves “The Betrayal”, “Hush”, “Insanity” , “The Green eyed monster”, “The Ignominy” to name a few.
There are some romantic verses as well, for the readers to enjoy.
“Anglo Indian poetry has its own difficulties and means to overcome them, it clings to Indian ness in most forms and contents, yet expresses minds which have been trained to think in a foreign tongue, the result is not always disastrous as the poets device means to tackle the bottlenecks with observable success in the use of language as well as the rules of poetry writing. After all, poetry is a marriage between ideas and words, always written for the self first, then for others. Two poets, when publish together, in a single book, usually belong to the same genre. But Ananya and Shruti have something different than poetic forms or diction that they share between themselves. I’ll come to that point later, but stress that they have distinctly different voices which create not a melody but harmonize on a different plain, quite contemporary, modern yet not outside the chalk circle of poetic tradition. Their poems have stories to tell, behind each poem, we see modern life is lurking, dangerously alienating one from another, but instead of romantic sadness it brews poison of loneliness, bursts forth in soliloquy, a conversation between the soul and the self. While Ananya churns out her poems from her observations and critical understanding of the world, Shruti throws her tattered nerves out, one flows gently like a river through a city, another bursts on the walls of the city like a deluge. These techniques are used to surmount the crisis of a borrowed language, i liked their endeavour. For new poets this kind of aesthetic struggle is always painful yet profitable in the long run. On passing i must tell it too, that there are some typographical mistakes which caught my attention as i belong to an old school which loved the Queen’s English. Now coming to an end, i go back to my promise, the unison of the book is not the grammar of poetry, it is, the spirit of the two ladies, two new women, eager to break free, from the age old mould of docility, submissiveness and mannerism imposed upon their sex, i refrain from calling them fair sex. I liked the rebellion eavesdropping their monologues.” – Bibek Sen
“A sublime duet sung by two young, reflective, creative and romantic minds, Another Soliloquy is a superb effort that is sure to draw discerning readers to blissful distraction. The classic confusion that pervades the mind of a romantic poet is aptly reflected in Shruti Goswami’s poem “Confusion”. Indeed, a confusion prevails in our hearts about the actual age of the two lovely poetesses involved in this enterprise,viz.Ananya Chatterjee and Shruti Goswami. An anthology of 50 poems – 25 by each- Another Soliloquy is a tapestry woven with contrasting emotions at most times.
The slim book, beautifully designed in orange and black, opens with Ananya’s poem, “Another Soliloquy”.A poem on inspiration, admiration and love that defies age, it is a subtle reminder of love’s irrational rationality; the following poem titled “Betrayal” is a sojourn to the realm of the unconscious insanity.Poems, for the most part, are but a fusion of the conscious with the sub-conscious, barring the overtly realistic ones.The poems in this book is reflective of the general state of mental convergence.Ananya’s poignant “Between the Lines” is beautifully touching,”Last Monsoon” is nostalgia personified.Her two offerings Hush and Black Magic Woman are at the same time grounded in reality,the strident tones reminding us of the daily atrocities committed on women the world over.Particularly sublime are her two poems The Vibgyor and Sunset Sojourn – ‘the residue of my suspended slumber’ and ‘lilac-hued heaven’ are expressions of romanticism- dreamy and transient bordering on the hypnotic.
Shruti Goswami’s bunch is just as fragrant, laced though it might be with bitterness and reality.Faithlessness, Reflections and Undress are wonderful portraits of bitter-sweet emotions. Her poem Stranger is a wonderful reflection of our times and our duplicity – perhaps our angst as well. Love we do but reveal not, dare not! Societal rules chain our emotions, passions and expressions. There is pure passion in her poem Tender Kiss – utterly splendid and undiluted in its conservative charm. It is almost a song of silence. In this poem, we are reminded of amore’s mystifying ways of distraction and self-forgetfulness. Soft are the true emotions of love- ‘ishq masoom hai’, so went a ‘goldie’. The pristine poetess justifies her poetic self in “Pristine”.It has all the emotions, a sublime fusion of dream and reality that transcends us to the world of unconsciousness. As her effort Smoke reveals, time and technology has deprived us of many a sweetly simple moment of joy and familial unity. We are at crossroads when we read “Freedom” and Crossroad. While freedom deals with misuse and abuse in various walks of life, Crossroad instills us with hope like The Rain. There is spontaneity and gaiety in that last named poem reminding us of a dancing Gene Kelly singing in the rain holding a lamppost. Love prevails, dear friends.
Another Soliloquy is an anthology that attempts to deconstruct our minds and unravel the mysteries of the human mind. Composed in our difficult, decadent times, the two poetesses have made a brave and successful effort, I may add, to bring us under a parasol of orange and black. It is now left to its readers to enjoy its shade. I, for one, would prefer to be there.” – Partha Basu (Joint Registrar of Cooperative Societies, Government of West Bengal)