Foreword Followers of contemporary poetry who’ve heard Sonnet Mondal reading his poems at international festivals will know something of the distinctiveness of his voice and the philosophising delicacy of his work. In Karmic Chanting he has assembled many of his most beautiful recent poems. His is a poetry of light and shadow, of shimmering childhood and reflective adulthood: ‘My mind is heavier than my soul,’ he writes, and ‘I wish I had left myself / to the charity of wilderness.’ Here we find something of the tension between inner and outer worlds—and the way one betrays the other—as well as the remembered pain of such perceptions. Here is the poet ‘as a meditating owl / hooting mantras in the zero hour.’ His is a poetry of brilliant metaphors and similes, such as the sight of flags on their flag-poles ‘like fish / trapped by fish hooks’ or the human life lived by daylight assembled for the night as a heap of broken mirrors. A poet of both wilderness and solitude, he speaks to us of the sovereignty of love, of the elasticity and nebulousness of time, but also of the precise knowledge gained at the xiv end of things as he watches a corpse burning ‘in the burning ghat by the sea.’ As he says, so accurately, it’s not that he’s had a favourite face but a favourite perception. Whether he’s thinking of the WhatsApp selfie taken in a glassy arcade in Dubai or the four plastic sunflowers in his bedroom (a harvest from a toxic April in his life), he remains, at all times, the philosopher-poet, the one creating a balancing act between being and non-being. Here, then, is a poetic voice born in the loos, the hot summer winds of Northern India, a voice that speaks to our universal human condition; a poet who speaks to us in a voice as intimate as an eyebrow and as universal as a grandmother. Thomas McCarthy (Irish Poet and Editor)
In his latest book of poetry “Diorama Of Three Diaries” Sonnet explores his creativity to the heights and depths of his mortal and spiritual being and allows us to be a part of it. He takes us on a picturesque journey through secret gardens and landscapes visible only to the discerning eye. It is a trip well worth taking. You will be richer for the excursion into the mystical dream he lives in. Every poem in the book has depth and will find a home in hearts that beat in unison with the universe, the earth, humanity and spirit. In the poem “A Call Through Misty Eyes”, these words scrape our souls with the blade of a feather “His misty vision mistook me as someone familiar and I was no more a tramp.” He paints the inner reaches of soulful sentiment and empathy onto the living canvas of life. His stream of consciousness flows like stardust and starlight on iridescent rivers of imagination that spill freely from his mind, through his pen onto the paper and splash against the face of our heart. Candice James Poet Laureate, New Westminster, BC CANADA.
…a unique experiment of ekphrastic poetry where paintings decode poetry and poetry explains paintings in an artistic way.The poems in the collection demystify the paintings and the paintings demythologize the poems which gives a clear comprehension of this artistic collection of the ekphrastic poetry. - Rising Kashmir ...her paintings and sketches stand side by side with Mondal’s words, adding yet another layer to the book. - The Hindu There is no direct anger or nostalgia in the poems, but a hurt expressed as a result of abrasions with life. Mondal has a way of twisting words out of seemingly unrelated contexts, and make things happen in his verse- a foreboding melody of love, recalcitrance, faith and even mistrust. The paintings by Sukrita Paul Kumar representing each poem sustain the poems with the melody- seeking here in life and hereinafter. - Shillong Times
Foreword Followers of contemporary poetry who’ve heard Sonnet Mondal reading his poems at international festivals will know something of the distinctiveness of his voice and the philosophising delicacy of his work. In Karmic Chanting he has assembled many of his most beautiful recent poems. His is a poetry of light and shadow, of shimmering childhood and reflective adulthood: ‘My mind is heavier than my soul,’ he writes, and ‘I wish I had left myself / to the charity of wilderness.’ Here we find something of the tension between inner and outer worlds—and the way one betrays the other—as well as the remembered pain of such perceptions. Here is the poet ‘as a meditating owl / hooting mantras in the zero hour.’ His is a poetry of brilliant metaphors and similes, such as the sight of flags on their flag-poles ‘like fish / trapped by fish hooks’ or the human life lived by daylight assembled for the night as a heap of broken mirrors. A poet of both wilderness and solitude, he speaks to us of the sovereignty of love, of the elasticity and nebulousness of time, but also of the precise knowledge gained at the xiv end of things as he watches a corpse burning ‘in the burning ghat by the sea.’ As he says, so accurately, it’s not that he’s had a favourite face but a favourite perception. Whether he’s thinking of the WhatsApp selfie taken in a glassy arcade in Dubai or the four plastic sunflowers in his bedroom (a harvest from a toxic April in his life), he remains, at all times, the philosopher-poet, the one creating a balancing act between being and non-being. Here, then, is a poetic voice born in the loos, the hot summer winds of Northern India, a voice that speaks to our universal human condition; a poet who speaks to us in a voice as intimate as an eyebrow and as universal as a grandmother. Thomas McCarthy (Irish Poet and Editor)
In his latest book of poetry “Diorama Of Three Diaries” Sonnet explores his creativity to the heights and depths of his mortal and spiritual being and allows us to be a part of it. He takes us on a picturesque journey through secret gardens and landscapes visible only to the discerning eye. It is a trip well worth taking. You will be richer for the excursion into the mystical dream he lives in. Every poem in the book has depth and will find a home in hearts that beat in unison with the universe, the earth, humanity and spirit. In the poem “A Call Through Misty Eyes”, these words scrape our souls with the blade of a feather “His misty vision mistook me as someone familiar and I was no more a tramp.” He paints the inner reaches of soulful sentiment and empathy onto the living canvas of life. His stream of consciousness flows like stardust and starlight on iridescent rivers of imagination that spill freely from his mind, through his pen onto the paper and splash against the face of our heart. Candice James Poet Laureate, New Westminster, BC CANADA.
…a unique experiment of ekphrastic poetry where paintings decode poetry and poetry explains paintings in an artistic way.The poems in the collection demystify the paintings and the paintings demythologize the poems which gives a clear comprehension of this artistic collection of the ekphrastic poetry. - Rising Kashmir ...her paintings and sketches stand side by side with Mondal’s words, adding yet another layer to the book. - The Hindu There is no direct anger or nostalgia in the poems, but a hurt expressed as a result of abrasions with life. Mondal has a way of twisting words out of seemingly unrelated contexts, and make things happen in his verse- a foreboding melody of love, recalcitrance, faith and even mistrust. The paintings by Sukrita Paul Kumar representing each poem sustain the poems with the melody- seeking here in life and hereinafter. - Shillong Times
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