Life between Pebbles & Stones!
Explore the profound depths of Joy Kar‘s poetic collection Pebbles & Stones. In this review by Nona Walia, discover how Kar’s verses navigate themes of survival, inner battles, fleeting friendships, and the delicate balance between darkness and light. A poetic journey of silences, whispers, and unspoken truths.
Writing poetry is an adventure. The words and emotions are free. An adventure to go in deeper. Joy Kar’s book Pebbles & Stones innovatively explores visualisation of another calmer world. He asks a pertinent question are we hurtling towards darkness or light?
His one poem is about how he loves compliments. The collection’s initial pessimism is difficult to swallow – the future is a “black cup of loneliness”, half empty, not half full. The author believes, “For in the end, it is not the pebbles or stones that define us, but the spaces between – the silences, the whispers, and the unspoken words.”
Everyone is constantly running and confused. Poetry allows us to make sense of the world around. Sometimes the future’s flight is straight and smooth like shining summer runways, but then it brings you way out here where the ground is endless crust. The author laments how his friends are touch me not plant, how they are hard to find and collapsed at slightest touch.
In his poem Show You, he asks, “A veil of the wit, the wail of the fear — what will you choose.”
The poems are a cosmic view on survival. The author laments his inner emotions, his demons and battles. He celebrates joy in the smallest ways.
Joy is a corporate banker who says that his poems are an attempt to make sense of the world around. The author says, “I invite you to walk with me along the winding paths of human experience. Let us pick up the pebbles of memory and turn the stones over, revealing the hidden truths.”
The corporate ladder shows him how fortunes turn. He lets his heart and mind flow in words: pragmatic, practical, emotional. Like this poem titled The Call Back
The call back
“I’ll call you back.”
And no response.
my sms.
And no reply.
A call.
Which keeps ringing on.
Times have changed and you should know.
The appraisal form
not in your grip
The appointment letter
not for you to sign.
the tired limbs of mine.
The revenue I don’t bring,
or earn.
This poems says it all. Is your worth by the revenue you bring or the value of your words!
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