Beyond Feelings

By Bishnupada Sethi

Bishnupada Sethis third volume Beyond Feelings carries forward the search with which he began his poetic journey in his first volume Where Shall I Go! Here questions of home and destiny keep eluding the poet as he realizes that both of them ever keep changing their places or merging one with the other. Finding that he has no desire to move away from (home) he carries it in him wherever he goes. And the idea of home for the poet is not a definite place where he lives but the places and situations where he has been. The pillars of strength of Sethis poetry are fulfilling filial relationship, childhood innocence and participation in cultural activities. Yet it is the scientist in him that brings about a just equilibrium; Like the particles in air/and clay in waters/ in my mind, the heavier matters/ are all settling down. Fine residues they are. Once conflicting matters settle down to the bottom of ones understanding one does not have to grope for, as Sethi shows, answers to the ever bugging questions like Where was I? or Where am I heading? Above all, the poets distancing from the objects of desire has enabled him to achieve a lucidity which becomes the watermark of his poetry. The volume could not have been titled better.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469732367

Bishnupada Sethi

Bishnupada Sethi had his basic education in Engineering discipline from reputed Institutes of India. Later, he got into the well known Indian Administrative Service, worked in various positions including as the District Collector and District Magistrate in the districts like Subarnapur, Nuapada and Rayagada in Odisha and got appreciation from several quarters including the National Human Rights Commission for showing exceptional zeal, ability and devotion to duty. Currently, he works as the Director, Census Operations, Odisha. He has previously got two English poetry books published namely, “Where Shall I Go! (2005)” & “My World of Words (2010)”. Writing poetry came to him as a natural urge and his poetry cause strong vibration throwing the reader to the origin of his/ her existence, the Soul.

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Contents

Beyond Feelings!

Query Of My Little Daughter

In The Arms Of Father

My Children & The Sea

Climbing Up

Changing Homes

In Search Of Escape Routes

Village Fair

Alien

Search

As I Go To Sleep

Pleasure In Flying High

Zero Sum Game

There Will Be A Tomorrow

My Pantheon

Waiting For My Beloved

Beautiful Dark Night

Arms Of The Beloved

Let Us Sing Once More!

From Light To Darkness

Memento Of Our Love

In Dew

At Dusk

Let Me Hide

When I Feel Sad!

Let Us Hurry Up!

Alone On A Winter Evening

Rains Here And There

I And You

A Quilt

For Our Old Age

In My Dreams

Sun Temple

Two Drops Of Tear

A Heavy Downpour

Incomplete

Losing A War

The Old Lady At The Gate

Sleep

A Storm

Celebration Of A Wounded Soldier

By An Old Fort

An Uncertainty

Apprehensions

On Sick Bed

I Have No Mask

Breathless

I Am Commanded

I Am Free

Game Of Snake & Ladder

Without Notice

Fire In The Mind

Wedding Photograph

Visitng Future

Anger

Lucky One

My Ideals

My Co-Travelers

My Fresh Garland

All Have To Go!

Wounded Travelers

Two Strangers

Death Sentence

Waiting For Freedom

Boat On A Dried Up River

As The Winter Arrives

Pigeons And Cage

Inside The Womb

New Year

Rains Came To My School

The Silence Speaks

I Am A Magician

A Bunch Of Old Letters!

Waiting For The Footprints To Return

To My Path!

The Little Parrot Chiku

My Last Paper Boat

Beyond Feelings!

Where was I?

Which all places had I been to?

Of all the paths and places

I can recollect a few,

but not all at a time

or whenever I want!

I stretch my imagination

to the limits of my mind

to know how and where

my dreams originate.

Nothing is seen,

I can’t feel myself being there,

inside the womb of my mother-

Where must have I been!

But I was there for sure!

Then, why do I fail to see?

Where must have I been,

Which I fail to remember?

Query Of My Little Daughter

One day,

my little daughter,

seeing an old woman begging,

having no hands

and in her torn clothes

at the gate of her school,

was moved

while returning home.

She had carried her queries;

if the old woman had any home

to live in

for her protection

from the sun and rain,

whether some one cooked

and fed her,

and took care of her

when she fell ill.

I asked her

not to worry.

There are good people

to give her alms

and she would manage to live,

though with difficulty

with the help of others

and there is God,

the Almighty

to help her

when none is around.

Not convinced

with my answers

she wanted to know

as to why should God,

if He were there

to help the old lady at all,

take away her hands