Rippling Moonbeams (Poems)

Rippling Moonbeams by Lily Swarn.Lily Swarn needs no introduction in the corridors and stage of the literary world.I am neither skilled, nor entitled to review a poet’s work so well known the world over.As a reader, who is set to resonance by the common ground of poetry, that likens my sensitivity, mirrors experiences, or opens new vistas, I choose to place my experience on reading this collection.I chose to walk backward, reading first, Lily Swarn’s latest collection “Rippling Moonbeams” which resides as the top stone on pyramid of her collections.I merely narrate my experience on how the poems made conversation with me, often awakening a thought, or pondering tempo.‘My Walking Archive’ leaves one walking in visual best on the journey of the poet. It not only showcases the large canvas rolled out, but the nuances of her pen in its ability to look at objects with an articulated sensitivity that infuses a life story in them.“Poem Based on a Song” brings to fore the poet’s resonance to the arts, the sway of music and dance as if life must be fully lived in joy despite the challenge or limitations. “Megh Malhar” confirms the poet’s wide openness to the hold of music and its integral strum.“Haze of Love”, “Moonbeams on Ripples”, “Bandwagon” are some of the variants of magical story of love, coming about in different layers of perception, attributes and reaffirmation. Love does become central to the theme of daily existence as you flip through the pages in conversation with the book.“The Last Page” did send me scurrying to find my old diaries and memories sweetened with love.These move on to the social query in repeated verses, questioning and leaving me in wonder, debate, and introspection. ‘Let’s not play Games” is outright pointer to the fence sitting; “We” brings about shattering dogma and inequality in thought and the need for diplomacy slips in through the “If”.“The Only God” wins all battles of mankind and puts forward the need of the hour.Man’s internal battles, some lost and often won, show up with a note of courage and deliberates on the hold back. “Masks” unveiled our easy path of inner devils while “Broken not Useless’ brought a reminder that the battles are our own to deal with.“A Heart of Gold” personifies the strength and weakness of motherhood and left me moved to the infinite courage and ink that filled the pages of this collection.It left me humbled, set me in quest to probe unspoken issues and touched by the experience of reading this stream of poetry.

Rippling moonbeams is a plethora of deep emotions, unconventional perspectives and an untainted imagination woven with the linguistic genius of Lily Swarn.As one of her beautiful pieces, “fabric of life”, the poems open you up to the beautiful enigma that life is, in an unprecedented way.This is truly majestic poetry that makes you create a brand new version of the mundane environments that surround us. It is a mind-bending and refreshing insight into a parallel universe that we are too afraid to explore. Let your imagination run wild as you immerse yourself in the glistening rippling moonbeams.

Have always enjoyed Lily Swarn's books, be it prose or poetry. Her command on languages is unmatched and she pens down her beautiful thoughts on so many different topics in such a profound manner. I marvel at this lady's visions, they touch so many topics here and there, things we just skim past, and make these mundane things so special.Looking forward to her next book!

Lily Swarn (the ‘Sunshine girl’ as her friends would describe her) through yet another jewel in her crown, directs our gaze from warm sunshine to the cool Rippling Moonbeams illuminated by it as if reminding us that night is also a sun.With her unsatiable creative urge and her abundantly perceiving, analytical, imaginative and fertile mind, a penchant for apt expressions and a flair for language, Lily doles out a dish of verse with many flavors and this anthology is a perfectly balanced consummation, at metaphysical level, of two bodies, the body of ideas and the body of language.With her sharply enhanced faucet of sensitivity quotient towards the world-living and non living-around her, even a mundane, insipid and prosaic existence spawns a seed of event, excitement and glamour in her mental work-station.So Rippling Moonbeams is an assorted potpourri of verse, encapsulating in it apparent and hidden, articulate and inarticulate, filial and non-filial relations and emotions. Enjoy poetry from all walks of human imagination-the poignant-love is the only savior- theme in poem ‘The Only God’, the filial piety in poems like ‘Seviyaan’, relationship we all share with our grandparents, who though separated by two generations’ gap, are united by bonds of intense, unfathomable love. Poem on love for your pet, whose eyes speak more than our vocal apparatus, will serve a smile. Then, cherish the poems on nostalgia in ‘My Walking Archive’ and the poem ‘Ah Shimla!’ is an ode to the nature’s most superb scenic creation called mountains.Rippling Moonbeams makes a perfect weekend sip-a-tea reading, where the reader shall relate to almost all the emotions laid bare in the pages of her fifth anthology.So hitch your wagon to Rippling Moonbeams and unshackle your mind from the rushy, grinding daily routine and allow it to enjoy the rhyme and rhythm of the cascade of emotions encompassed in the pages opening before you.Happy and joyous reading!