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NEVER FADE
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Surabhi Kulkarni
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Surabhi Kulkarni
Surabhi is a 10th grade student in
Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium
High School in Pune, India. She has
been writing poetry since long and now
that it was time for the world to attain
the poetry that she seeped in, this book
has been initiated and published. She
chooses to write poetry for herself.
She says,
Poem writing is a hobby. Poetry
writing, is breathing. I breathe.
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MOSAIC HEARTS
NEVER FADE
Surabhi Kulkarni
DEDICATION
My poetry in this book would personally be dedicated to a special person in
my life, my father Shirish Kulkarni. When the tides of life were crashing on
me, when the flames of fire buried me deeper, as well as when the blooming
flower left on me its fragrance and the rainbow casted its beauty over me
he was by my side, sometimes supporting; but sometimes just there
waiting for me to find the solution to my problem, not pushing nor urging;
just being there. No fool can deceive my love for him nor his intense care for
me. He was the one who showed me the ray of light, as well as alarmed me
when the paths were dark. Thank you, without you; nothing would ever be
possible..
CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS .............................................................................vii
Foreword .................................................................................................. 1
Preface ...................................................................................................... 2
Bouquet 1 : My relations & Friends ......................................................... 4
1.1.
1.2.
She ............................................................................................ 4
1.3.
Life ............................................................................................ 5
1.4.
1.7.
1.8.
1.9.
2.2.
2.3.
2.4.
2.5.
2.6.
2.7.
2.8.
2.9.
3.2.
3.3.
3.4.
3.5.
3.6.
3.7.
3.8.
3.9.
3.10.
3.11.
3.12.
3.13.
I Know Why A Caged Bird Sings.. ....... Error! Bookmark not
defined.
Preamble .................................................................................................. 7
Some important view points .................................................................... 8
ABOUT THE POETESS .............................................................................. 13
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my being, my life to
preserve the moments in the form of the art of poetry, my surroundings for
their eagerness of bidding me the situations I attain to, as well as .
I would like to thank my mother, Sumedha, who has always kept an eye
on me no matter how much the modernized world pulled me into the
magnetism of exploring. She has encouraged me in every step I took and has
been the backbone of the entire soul of mine. She never ever gave up when
it was me who chose the wrong road sometimes. Yes, I agree; the channel to
reach that white bright circle in the pitch black portrait was my mother. The
poem She is dedicated to her. Thank you mother, without you I wouldnt
have been able to step a foot on this palladium.
My dear Soham, my young brother who still portrays my differences in
the right manner; you have been the lace to the shoe. Without your smile and
never ending inventions, I wouldnt have reached this door. Thank you.
I wish to thank all of my friends and some of them are really very special
to me they have been with me all of my high and low times and have been
bearing with me through out. They have had their shoulders for me to lean
on at every hitch and crook and their hands to hold me when I for instance
was about to fall. My special friend, as I call her always; Reema, I dedicate the
poem Sunshine to you. And my best friend forever and ever and ever
as we both call it, the poem Destiny is dedicated to you.
All of my family members my grandparents, uncles, aunties and cousins
have been very supportive and their encouragement has helped me
tremendously to shape up this book indeed. I have dedicated the poem
Remembering the forgotten days to my family. Thanks a bunch.
I have a lot of mentors and well-wishers. I owe you all. You all have been
very kind, considerate and always supportive for the positives and negatives
of the creativity in me Thanks for bearing with me.
I would specially like to thank all of my teachers in my school, whose
guidance and encouragement has helped me immensely to be able to create
this book in this form. Thank You !
-Surabhi Kulkarni
Foreword
Some relations are blessings from the heaven and are always searching the
fathoms of unknown one should not make petty attempts to qualify them
or define them in this world. The relation between Surabhi and her poetry is
also one of the above types .. They both share a very different space which is
as clean and accommodating as the sky, as reflecting and very realistic .
Surabhis every poem is a reflection of the freewheeling and beautiful picture
of Surabhis elegant conception of her thoughts, impressions, reactions and
emotions. These poems are as real as alive and in front of us we are able to
see them, experience them and they are able to talk to us!
A girl in tenth standard has honestly created this bouquet of poetry by being
only herself and reflecting own self. The poems like The Drought, She
needs a little love, At last .. are playing a role of mirror reflecting the
genuinely true emotions and state of mind this is the actual quality and
recognition for Surabhis poetry !!
My heartfelt wishes to Surabhis clear and rising horizons
Now it is need that all of us fine our own shapes in Surabhis transcendent
horizons.
-
Dr Rahul Deshpande
Preface
MOSAIC HEARTS NEVER FADE.
The mosaic hearts, the ones with different colors, shapes as well as phases;
the ones which accept all the surrounding colored- black, white or even multicolored hearts, the ones which always adjust and bring up the essence of life;
hand in hand with all the good and bad people; are the hearts which have a
place on these lands always and forever; thus, never to fade.
The irony of this term called life is that it isnt a meadow- plain and
smooth as it seems like, it is a road having- ups, downs, curves, diversions,
wrong directions but nowhere does it have a stop.
Life is continuous, consistent and it varies as per need- bringing joy, grief
and at times even confusion. This life, full of experiences- bad or good is
being faced by all of us; may the reader be a teenager like me or even a well
settled bachelor or a married successful identity. The highs and lows never
stop no matter how finishing or happy-ever-after an experience would
make you feel. Bringing about my age, living like a teenager; with friends and
bullies, with understanding but strict teachers, with caring but expecting
parents, with the nuisance of peer pressure adding up to the academic
pressure, extracurricular activities burdening us, with the new modern world
falling tight on us, and then the exploration of a new sided world where things
seem attractive but hence forth lead to addiction, also with a school life where
sometimes one feels like asking the world I wont choose this career line in
my life, then why study on it?; yes, life is at times difficult and all my friendsteenagers would feel that urge while reading the poetry. But it passes.
Everyone knows. This phase passes, slowly but cant guarantee if it would
pass steadily. And I presume the poems I write, would deviate one to this
conclusion, that yes; there is a solution- a solution which could be found fast;
or a solution which could be dwelling passed one but is unseen; but yes, there
is always a solution- an answer.
My poetry in this book would personally be dedicated to a special person
in my life, my father. When the tides of life were crashing on me, when the
flames of fire buried me deeper, as well as when the blooming flower left on
me its fragrance and the rainbow casted its beauty over me he was by my
side, sometimes supporting; but sometimes just there waiting for me to
find the solution to my problem, not pushing nor urging; just being there.
No fool can deceive my love for him nor his intense care for me. He was
the one who showed me the ray of light, as well as alarmed me when the
paths were dark. Thank you, without you; nothing would ever be possible.
The poetry in the book is my inner voice. My friends say that in my poetry
I am different and the way I am on face, there is complete variation. Just for
the record, changing for writing poetry wont be my thing. Changing for
making someone feel comfortable on face would be my thing. So yes, poetry;
there you find the real me, my true self.
A poet, he is a dreamer. Imagination. His every day job. Creation. Not a
talent, but a medium of breathing. Poems are written. Poetry comes on own
accord. Poem writers write poems as an opportunity. Poets write poetry, their
breathing aid. There is a difference, which yes; I would like all of you to
understand before going forward. I write poetry. And it isnt my talent or my
hobby. It is a medium. The medium through I myself support myself, I pass
the phases astoundingly, I express, I feel, I breathe. Poetry does not have the
change that every single thing in the world has, is what I opine. Yes, the
grammar, the strength of the words and the handwriting would surely change
through ages of the poet. But not the feelings, the emotions, the way of
building and clubbing the words into a phenomenon- poetry. It remains. And
that is what is specifically beautiful. The poetry is based on the poets
maturity. And for me, age does not define maturity. Thus, I agree. I get into
the shoes of a person elderly, young or even just an abstract object and
then; write poetry from the other side. A poet does not have to go through
something and then write poetry, it does not always have to happen to him
for him to jot it down. The ability of getting into that particulars situation
and then pondering upon the poetic effects is the creation- the poetry. In this
book of poetry, not all of it has been faced by me; for example the depression,
the true love, the situations of imaginary characters and off course- the fiction
in the poetry; it wasnt and isnt faced by me. Its my imagination, my creation
which dwells on the paper. The ability to sit in a room of four walls and to
write poetry based on the mesmerizing beauty of the water falls on a rainy
day in a dense, green forest; is what I call- the ability to write poetry.
I find it clearly not a talent which the world states it is. I opine, poetry is
magic. And I feel, I am aiming to be the magician.
- Surabhi Kulkarni.
1.2.
She
To my dearest mother
1.3.
Life
To my dearest grandmother
Preamble
This is the first bouquet of my poems getting presented publically. I am so
excited and proud to be bringing them out to you all a great feeling of
sharing. I am calling this as a start of a new era. There will be many to
come and will make me work harder and harder at it will try to bring
further more inspiring, intriguing and deep experiences across to you .. My
heartfelt thanks are for all of those, who inspired me in composing these
poems, being the inspiration, being the support and being a strong rock
on which I can always lean... Thank you!
==XXX==
Surabhi Kulkarni
Dear Surabhi, you have made me very proud. Just in your teens and
what an impact you have already made with your first bouquet of poems.
Life is lifeless without emotions and emotions are meant to be expressed,
not to be bottled up. I have always told you students that the quality of life
will improve by improving ones communication skills.
Surabhi, you have confidently taken the first step by opening your heat to
the world through your poems, which will surely make you realize your
dreams.
The two poems that really touched me are Daddys Little Girl and To
My Dearest Mother
Congratulations! Wish you all the best and looking forward to some more
bouquets of magical poems. Keep it up Surabhi ! God bless you
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anger, jealousy, adoration, pain, the longing to be free from the strings of
the parent, eager to be disconnected from the umbilical cord of her
mother, realization as she treads on the untrodden path A journey of
maiden, as life, meanders onwards, making an attempt to understand the
warp and the woof of life; every teenager can identify with the your
poetess. She unfolds the face of the teenagers heart so wonderful yet so
mature the lucid flow of thoughts mesmerizes the reader. May God bless
you Surabhi a budding poetess in the years to come.
==X==
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Surabhi has been my student since last 2 years and has always been
an enigma to most of her teachers.
This work Mosaic hearts never fade reveals the reason for the enigmatic
personality. The poetess in Surabhi seems to be loving and rebellious at
the same time. She seems to want the world to know her as she wants to
be known. The poems are works of a mature teenager and could be the
most mindset reflection of so many others, who may not be so good with
words.
A good way of opening up and clearing of cobwebs that clutter the mind
Surabhi has correctly used the medium of poetry.
To know oneself well, one has to express. For others, to know you you
have to express well.
This sojourn of your-self from yourself be guided by the almighty.
God bless. With best wishes to Surabhi.
===XXX===
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In my view, its just the start and a long way to go Surabhi will keep
on getting indulged in these experiences, shades of feelings and keep on
expressing them... She will definitely reach out to you with more bouquets of
poems and will be happy to touch your minds.
Thanks for reading this book please feel free to share your views on
shirish_kul@yahoo.com.
- Shirish Kulkarni (Father of Surabhi Kulkarni)
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Surabhi Kulkarni
Surabhi is a 10th grade student in
Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium
High School in Pune, India. She has
been writing poetry since long and now
that it was time for the world to attain
the poetry that she seeped in, this book
has been initiated and published. She
chooses to write poetry for herself.
She says,
Poem writing is a hobby. Poetry
writing, is breathing. I breathe.
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