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One is amazed by the simplicity of language she employs. There are very rare moments of outburst. Mostly, the poems are subtle to the extreme. The language is guarded and even anger is controlled. Words are pruned to their essence, like minimal flowers arranged in a vase. Gaudiness in expression is totally avoided.

'In this chronicle of love pursued and subsequently lost, Priyasi (Preeti Singh) wades through much traveled waters. But it's probably the freshness of feeling that comes with each line, the pain and the unending emotions, that stay in your mind, much after you've finished the book.'

_Femina


‘Simantini (Boundless) by Priyasi (PreetiSingh) published by Minerva Press landed on my table a few days ago. I read the first poem, then the second, the third and then the entire collection.'

_Khushwant Singh


‘A prolific collection of heart-rending verses. The poems are sensitive and simple. The singular achievement of the tract is the poet's sincerity of feeling.'

_Hindustan Times


Going through the poems of Priyasi (Preeti Singh), one feels elated to find that she has made skepticism the means of revealing the subtleties of female psychology which make the poems interesting and fascinating. The poetess uses very simple language to exhibit her dexterity and leaves an indelible mark of her sheer intellect.

_National Herald

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Monday 24 August 2009

VERY BASIC

do not place me
on a pedestal
do not make me
an object of worship
for worldly convenience
i am human too
you forgot
what you had said
take as much
as you want
but courage failed you
promises turned turtle
elevation was necessary
so you made
me into a deity
and placed a halo
on my head
i would have been
for you
what you wanted
without this burden
i had my needs
just like yours
very basic
very raw
very real
by turning me into
an object of obescience
you robbed me
of my womanhood
and left me
still to find
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Wednesday 5 August 2009

COLLATERAL DAMAGE

with clinical precision
you press the button
you bomb the target
you complete your mission
its thumbs up for you
its all so asceptic
so sterile, almost surgical
you dont have to see
what lies below
infants dead clutching
their mother's breasts
invalids crushed
becausethey could not run
dreaming children
buried beneath rubble
no blood, no gore
so high above
you soar in the skies
you return to your base
leaving behind a bloody trail
when fingers will point
and wails follow
you will shrug and say
some collateral damage
will always be there
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