By: Paresh Tiwari
Published: October 17, 2017
Length: 96 Pages
The poems have chosen to recount the story of their lives. They confide how they were conceived in moments of utter desperation or times of languorous lovemaking. How they grew up on hunger or abundance, and the way they abandoned the empty husk of their poet to search for something more fulfilling.
In this book of 61 haibun, Paresh Tiwari (Pushcart Prize nominee) dwells in love, memory, family, pain, war, rebellion, dreams, mutiny and mundanity, exploring new facets by shifting meanings and capturing the unknown in his words.
I received this book way back in February of this year and since it has been read three times. I had won it thru a Goodreads giveaway and it has become a fixture for me to have at arm’s length. Lets just say the book is now declared as a loved book.
I remember when the book the arrived it was down pouring that day and left me in a bit of funk. But it seemed as though once it came into my presence I felt a pull to it. It just resonated with in a way I really can’t explain.
Paresh has a way with his words that instantly take you away from your reality while placing you in an alternative universe. I became captivated by the flow of the words and how each poem took you deeper and deeper into the mind of another soul.
The styling of Haibun and Hybrid poem is still rather new to me, but it is one at least with Raindrops Chasing Raindrops that I find myself enjoying. It wasn’t a style I was taught in school but one that I wish I was more versed on. I love the fluidity of his words that shone a light into his personal being which opens the door to total transparency.
I know that this will be a book that I treasure for years to come. I recommend this read for any poetry lover to infuse themselves into.