Authored By: Bibhu Padhi
Year of Publication: 2019
|Pages: 100||Binding: Paperback(PB)|
Category: Poetry, Fiction and Short Stories
|Price in Rs. 206.50||Price in (USA) $. 16.52|
Bibhu Padhi displays a unique, personalized tone of voice. His ear is unerring and no word is wasted when, for example, he speaks of “night and …/ a delicate seed loosening/ taking its roots inside …” in his gentle, lyrical voice.
Padhi’s poems transport the reader to a kind of “old” world whose passionate relationships to ours, gladdens us. And his preoccupation with the body’s needs, both tender and painful, reveal a nourishing gentleness, not often seen in these strident times.
It is the physicality of life in its mistiness and wetness, its inevitable decay and transmutation—which, I believe, fascinates Padhi, as he “looks across a distance that is/ never true” to find new meaning and scours life for evidence of the soul.
– Jayanta Mahapatra
Most of Bibhu Padhi’s poems are nocturnal ruminations on the day gone past, on time back-sliding into a darkening unknown, the numerous births that are flagged on the abacus of a Hindu life. These are poems on the endless, circular movement of time, poems that leave the cold night to itself and warm up with rising of the sun. What is unsaid is as much of a presence as what is written. Padhi feels that, “Today/ the planet I inhabit/ has gone cold, bloodless/ too far away to be called mine.” Many of us feel the same way.
– Keki Daruwalla
Bibhu Padhi has published thirteen books of poetry. He lives with his family in Bhubaneswar.