Verses of Reason

By Uttam Pati

The Verses of Reason is a collection of modern poetry in verses. It metaphorically reasons with life, its eloquence and endurance, in the shapes of hope, love, and departure. Earth as a magical landscape plays the background song. Life in symphonic composition, both in sublime and in real, is rippled with emotions and withdrawals.
The book portrays a symmetry in its fusion of four notes, Earth, Life, Love, and farewell. It celebrates a neo-humanistic value of life, where humans feel and merge with nature as an entangled body of compassion and virtue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zorba Books
• Release date: Jan 12, 2024
• ISBN: 9789358961966

Uttam Pati

Professor Uttam K Pati, an Emeritus Scientist, biotechnologist, cancer biologist, former Dean, school of Biotechnology, Jawaharlal Nehru University. He got his PhD from the University of New Brunswick, Canada. He did his postdoctoral studies at the Max Plank Institute, Germany, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and Yale University School of Medicine, USA. He also served as a faculty member at the Augusta Medical College, Georgia. He is the author of the book Mind Phenomenon.

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EARTH

PLUMERIA

Under the high sun, my senses

are focussed upon the clusters,

in magic, at a distance, in silk

white, glazed, each of them in

smile, with a gold-sprayed heart.

Five petals, perfumed, they

erase the hidden despair, the

sorrow, of unspoken thought;

instil courage, not to be fallen

ever be coated in fragrance.

In the shades of dark leaves,

the encirclement of white, in

smoothness, the non-decayed

hope, ever makes a vow to live,

away from slumber, unbroken.

OTHER SIDE

lying upon the bed,

with layers of memory,

amidst invisible clouds,

no more desires enchant,

its footprints, rescinded.

Windows are shut; the

distant view of hanging

nests, in palm trees, midair,

knits the mind, in a rhyme

of flying, in pause, in dive.

Windows are open; far away,

the wind blows. Weaver birds,

against the blue sky flutter,

pretend, whirl around; the

tiny beaks squeak, in noise.

World, an image of desire,

has no insanity; as long as

I stop this surfing octopus

throw in its tentacles, into

the window, to triumph.

Closed eyes, turn