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47 Shards of My Heart is a new collection by a fresh voice, a young poet. Aimed at the heart, intense, passionate, dark and ironical – one can be forgiven if the collection comes out as the outpourings of a broken heart, one that can seem to represent the emotional agony of perhaps millions of humans. While the poet attempts to lean heavily on alliteration, it does lend a certain gravity to the subject. Some poems are certain to leave an impact &n
47 Shards of My Heart is a new collection by a fresh voice, a young poet. Aimed at the heart, intense, passionate, dark and ironical – one can be forgiven if the collection comes out as the outpourings of a broken heart, one that can seem to represent the emotional agony of perhaps millions of humans. While the poet attempts to lean heavily on alliteration, it does lend a certain gravity to the subject. Some poems are certain to leave an impact – the mysterious ‘A Woman in a Black Veil’, the almost confessional ‘On My Blindness’, the direct ‘An Elegy to My Heart and the 66 desires enumerated in “My 66 Wishes” – among others. Indeed, a profitable analysis may be made as to the use of numbers in the collection, including the enigmatic title, 47 Shards of My Heart.
The collection may stand out as giving vent to the unexpressed or inexpressible anguish of especially the younger generation of individuals suffering from pangs of various disappointments of the elusive condition – being in love. It seems reasonably certain that the readers will hear more about the poet of these delightful vignettes – Mohamed Mubeen – in the days to come when his voice is bound to become more mature and classical. Let us warmly welcome the newest entrant in the Indian poetical panorama.
It's 1 AM now. I don't know much about the numb nocturnity of the outside world, but all I feel is a strange sensation in my stomach. I have to admit that this buzzing fly, hovering around and around over the winking bulb, made me more uncomfortable than my stomach. Standing across this smudgy mirro Read More...
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