In this eclectic collection of poems about silence, Sumeet Grover echoes thoughts of nothingness, sublime, and disquiet. Personal and social concerns are expressed that range from moments of intimacy to alienation; his poems project empathy, sensuality, wrath and personal closeness. In the lead poem, Silence, Grover notes:
If silence is all there is,
it is all the permission I need
to think, to speak, to express, to imagine;
to walk, to sit, to weep, to hope.
Similar contemplative insight of one’s core essence is expressed in poem, Now:
Now cannot be touched:
it has no form
Now is emptiness:
even when it fills,
it cannot be seen.
There is a haiku-like brevity in Grover’s observations. In Nothingness, he tells us:
I pause, I wait
another day, another hour;
nothingness is a tiring job
in this body.
Feeling stifled by narrow interpretations of truth in faith based traditions, in his poem Religion he tells off a disenchanted character Darioush who is about to die, to abandon his fetish cynicism and instead choose to live:
I say to you to whisper
through that polythene bag:
“there is a single truth
a single faith,
a single scripture.”
In an ode to women, there is search for a deeper sense of the opposite sex:
Woman: I am a weary man convicted
of being woman. I burn every word,
every sentence: my spirit runs free.
The monosyllable titles of his poems are the signals of his insightful thoughts, that include self and the subject of his observation. In Tomorrow, it is a homeless on the wet street of London:
Memory is a distant home:
he has forgotten we spoke
three months ago….
His memory always distant:
everyday he asks for change
from me, from old strangers,
hoping to find his home
Grover’s poems have a profound meditative understanding and experience about our inner and outer worlds, and a poetic eye challenging that duality.