Being a connoisseur of Literature, Sany Sarkar has taken an immense interest to reflect his moods and turmoils through poetry. His wide range of publication signifies one single, solitary truth and that is his profound proclivity for this genre. The readers might be taken aback before expressing their adulation for this remarkable magnum opus! The reason is as clear as crystal. The poet has been able to amass the immense wealth of creative nuggets to take his creative venture to a different high!
An anthology which will tease your brain cells. It will make you think twice before moving from page to another. The moods vary, not essentially fluctuate. But you would love to felicitate yourself as you manage to glue your eyes to such a wonderful creation! ‘মুখ’ ( The Face), where the poet thrusts the fact that he simply doesn’t wish to have such a countenance which is replete with the negative vibes of the creative process. “এমন ঘুমন্ত ও হৃদয়হীন/ মুখের কাছে/ সত্যি আমার কোন ঋণ নেই/ ছিল না কখনও”. He asserts with amazing aplomb that he has never been indebted to such a face that doesn’t match with his choices and preferences! However, ‘রাস্তা’ (THE ROAD) is a comparatively less intricate .
The opening line ” রাস্তা তোমাকে আরেকটি রাস্তার দিকে/মধ্যমা নির্দেশ করবে প্রতিনিয়ত” reminds one of Frost’s “The Road not Taken”. Beyond any grain of doubt this post modern attempt bears a flawless reflection of the Romantic – Victorian’ era. At a certain point the two have blended commensurately to spawn different ethos of thoughts and aspirations! The concluding lines follow the pattern of the opening ones, trying to prove the point time and again. On the other hand, “ডানা হীন মানুষ” ( The Wingless Man) encapsulates the pangs of a soul as it stoops and breaks infinitely. The thought transfigures and nestles in that typical notion of love and romance : ” ভালোবাসা কখনও গণিত মানে না”. Forsooth love doesn’t know any reason nor bind by any logical move! “অসুখ” ( The Ailment) is a different approach. Lines ” যেন মায়াবী/ যেন মহাজাগতিক সুখ… ভেতরে ভেতরে ফুঁসছে এক গভীর গোপন অসুখ” interpret that amid every extra cosmic pleasure, pain often forms the crux of the tale. The hand – in- glove bond between these two inseparable factors of mortal existence!
The title ” কোনও কোনও কবিতার শিরোনাম থাকতে নেই ” ( Some poems should be without any title) , once more is imbued with the painful overtones. Unfathomable, if you don’t go through meticulously. A sense of ‘silent adieu’ runs through the common thread of composition. Myriad emotions are juxtaposed, discovered by one, moving from one zone to another! A sheer pessimistic angle persists and you might break into a paroxysm of tears as you learn such immortal lines : ” একটু একটু করে ফুরিয়ে গেল রাতের কুসুম/ একটু একটু করে ফুরিয়ে যাবে ভোরের কুসুম”. Poems like ‘ব্রহ্ম মুহূর্ত’ ( The Eternal Moment), ‘চোখ’ ( The Eyes) are brief but inspiring the human life with a completely different taste and texture. “হরিণ পালিকা” ( The Tamed Doe) is a longish poem, divided into four parts. Each is different and not synonymous with one another. A multi hied range of feelings like amorous touch, whirlpool of questions, breaking like the ice and above all the ‘come round’ proposition works with intensity. After all, after every dark night, the dawn breaks, birds chirp and life loves to cherish the golden moments where flowers blossom and bees hum to collect nectar to signify the mystery of mother nature. Pretty interesting is “৭ ডিসেম্বর” (7 December). The title is catchy enough to draw the heed of the common place readers. “এর বেশী কিছু তো চাই না কেউ -ই) ” ( No one wants any thing more than this). Question might lurk at the corner of one’s mind. But surprisingly the poet turns and makes his statement a bit romantic as he utters, ” আসলে তুমি মানে আমি”, ( Actually we complement each other). As we move towards the concluding segment of this “introspective anthology” , the poem ” পর্যবেক্ষণ” (The Observation) beckons with delight. The dwindling image restores its balance indicates the status of equilibrium amid every quaky thought. ” শোক ও শ্লোকের মাঝে বাজেছে নূপুর তরঙ্গ ” (The anklet tingles amid appall and hymns) takes us to the world of Robert Browning where love and philosophy are inextricably blended to focus on the incorrigible optimism. This is not an exception either. The sound of anklet can be heard amid every iota of grief and chants. Only a poet of a very matured level can bring such a twist in his/ her tale to enthrall his /her audience.
The whole collection may not appear to be naive at the very outset. Rhetoric abounds in his creation. There is hardly any figure of speech which is not been implemented here. It is not like a Sunday read. Time and Tolerance ought to be spent to comprehend the embedded complexities, adversities and intricacies of this lovely attempt.
Literature reflects the social milieu. And the very ‘core’ stays incomplete without poetry which depicts the tranquility of human emotions. The language moves on a slower pace, peeping through every tiny window of the solitary human soul. The expressions are blessed with brevity, sharpness and some of the sweet – bitter realities of life and deals. But this ‘bitterness’ is not devoid of ‘heartiness’. So not to waste a bit of moment more, visit your nearest shop, bag the book, add to your collection, feel proud and abreast yourself with the tenets! A perennial fountain of conviviality indeed!!