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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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Thursday 28 June 2012

Shutters Down


when did the sun rise
when did it go down
between sunrises
and sunsets
where was time
where was life
where was i
if i am here now
i must have been
then too, but
mountains of paper
miles of commutation
kept the shutters down
no light came in
the decay went on
in the geometry
of ambition
and progression
maybe i came through
but what use was it
if i didn’t know
when the sun shone
and
when it went down

Monday 25 June 2012

Lost Cause

suspended in
time and space
i swing like a
pendulum
like a baseless jelly
like a disappearing
mist
i do not know
my own relevance
i do not understand
what gap i fill
what role i play
what need i fulfil
i perform
i move
between extensions
and projections
i commute into the past
and delve into the future
yet
like a lost cause
i cannot come to grips
with this awesome
mystery
this gigantic immensity
i lose myself
in the backwaters
of life
and drown in the
quicksand of time


Friday 22 June 2012

time

i was looking
out of the window
and i saw time
walk past
was it a stroll
or a gallop
i am afraid
i don’t remember
i have been
absent minded of late
guess its all
this loneliness
what does it matter
anyway
if it was
a gallop or a stroll
all that is important 
is that it has gone
time the elusive evader
it has gone or almost so
imagine
it walked past so close
and went unnoticed
unrealized
now don’t make excuses
of its hushed  footsteps
you were aware
what if only vaguely
you could
have woken up
made a start
now don’t hasten
don’t scramble
it’s a lost race
you’ll only break
your neck