The voice in this volume of poetry is that of the poet Sushmindar Jeet Kaur as a seeker, constantly in search of light. Each poem, suffused in the humility of a wayfarer, moves bit by bit to get closer to the unknowable. The “unfathomable” gets to be more intriguing and complex as the journey progresses. As one goes along with the movement of the poems, the “silhouettes of meaning” become visible, and each “silence speaks of a deeper calling”; there emerges a note of assurance for the reader who is the co-traveller with the poet. Eventually, as the poet puts it eloquently, the “wayfarer becomes the path”. Mysteries of life begin to surface more and more, and gradually an inward reality begins to surface. The remarkable confession -so to speak- of the poet comes as a gentle shock when she declares that she is not a good woman! In choosing the path of her own journey, she is no longer a conformist. She is, in the eyes of the world, a rebel. The matter-of-fact tone of the declaration is actually the voice of conviction.
While reading these poems, the intensely felt reality appears to acquire a surreal aura. Several lines in the poems get charged with an energy that beckons “not an end but a return”. What keeps the attention of the reader engaged in these poems is also the dynamic of Time as a continuum. Added to the experience is the unmissable spiritual dimension of the poems, offering moments of intersection of the past and future. This is when the poet’s poignant reflection that “Forgetting is a betrayal” comes into play. Whether it is the “whispering of the winds” or the “language of the earth”, she is receptive and demonstrates a keen understanding of those voices.
Clearly, Sushmindar Jeet Kaur is someone who has chosen the path of meditating through poetry. This is also the path of love that abandons boundaries of all kinds, even those perceived between life and death. It is crucial to note here that this is not poetry of self-indulgence but that of the
Strength of hunger
-Of craving, of deprivation,
of appetite, of famishment-
Of nights spent counting stars
Since the coins were too few to buy sleep.
And the poet recognises how people who are deprived have so much to give:
Yet the affection they give with hands that have nothing
nothing but the strength to hold on, to endure
and to teach the rest of us
what it means to be alive.
For this poet, soulful connections, even though with “the ache of solitude”, can lead one to experience a fulfilling homecoming in the flow of time. The poems call for the awakening of an inner light…
Sukrita Paul Kumar
Indian Poet, Critic & Academic