Revelations

Padmini is a poet of distinctive style and taste who has the courage to speak her mind clearly and boldly; at times contrary to the accepted norms.

“Love is nothing but a silly fabrication
Created to fool each new generation
To speed up the process of procreation,
Generating pseudo hopes and unnatural attraction
It has ended lives, shed blood, and defied definition.”
(From her poem “Baseless fallacies”)

Revelations happens to be her best mate – her conscience keeper. In Revelations she has narrated distinctive stories of a mother desolated by her only child, a renowned scientist suffering from alzheimer, immoral teachers, lovers in disguise, painters, philosophers, martyrs, soldiers and many characters from our daily lives.

A student of English literature that thrives on Keats, Byron, Keats, Shelly, Coleridge Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Jane Austen, George Eliot and their likes. A globetrotter and a social councilor, she draws her thoughts from various cross cultures and diverse interactions apart from her own memories and observations.

She talks of that unforgivable pain that her father inflicted by refusing to see her at the hospital during her birth because she was a dark skinned girl child; her trauma when her friend succumbed to the pressure of aborting her first child because the ultra sound machine reported a female fetus; the sad memory of her friend’s death who was shot at the age of sixteen for having loved an underdog; her inability to open up on discomforting situations when she first experienced puberty and hormonal change; her shock and despair when a family friend try to molest her; her moments of deep agony on witnessing long time friends and lovers dissipate over apparently petty reasons, factually caused by emotional incompatibility.

She has narrated trailing sagas of her friendship with animals, and birds - those black cats who stood by her during her lonely moments (Black Beauties) and that black crow that whispered words of wisdom (Black Joe) reveal that each word in each poem comes straight from the poet’s heart. The pretensions, the deceptions, the human vulnerability and follies are beautifully portrayed when she talks about a flesh trader as ‘an angelic hooker’ or about Sita the maid who lost the battle in a man’s world, or that little boy who saw his mother raped by powerful village heads everyday.

She has penned her dilemmas and concerns in multiple hues and shades, interpreted events and incidents from absolutely new angles that are bound to raise eyebrows. The poet has used very simple words and phrases to reach out and connect to maximum readers. Her rhythms put people at a collective festival in touch with each other in a particular way – physiologically and emotionally.