Jayanta Mahaptara’s Random Descent

Random Descent is the book which we would like to discuss it now, A latest one which has appeard from Third Eye Communications, Bhubaneswar in 2005 Is a poetic venture which talk we with Bare Face and Shadow Space As they are a type from the arrival point of view Though the style changes it not. The same imagist, the same lyricist of time and its solitariness, Life and the fleeting shadows of it, Deriving from nothingness, existentialism and nihilism, A singer of them, Singing in his own way personally and privately, Time and its passing images, The mind in a flux And the things changing, Which is what, who can ever say? The same baffling quality still visible here, I mean search for meaning And it means not, What he means to say in the lines, Just the things keep changing positions, Inclusive of conjectures, propositions and suppositions, Nothing is what it seems to be And what it seems to be is nothing, If this be the thing, what to say it more in words, How to analyse and intrerpret that, How to make a summary of? Genesis the first poem to start with giving way to Winter in the City, Palmistry, Blue of the Sky, Traveller, Signs, Mother Teresa, A Gray Haze Over the Rice Fields, Shadow, Song of the Door, Freedom, The Stones, Violence, Predicament, The Road, Light, Dance of the Fireflies, Farewell, Romance of Her Hand, Themselves tell of the application of thoughts and ideas, So abstract and so imagistic in their portals. The poet has nothing to do with the themes and titles As he keeps moving from probable idea to another, One conjecture to another, One proposition to another, Had it been, what would it have, This the base of his supposition, Everthing but proposed in willing suspension of belief, Disbelief corroding the base of his, Everything but a play with and imagery, This he means to say that in his poetry, Nothing is certain and fixed, Definitions and theories keep changing. His poetic heart still pains to hear about hunger, poverty, plunder, Corruption, violence, bloodshed, bridal tortures, Terrosim, communal disharmony, unrest, Domestic violence and bruises, Which but embarrasses him And he is bewildered, at a loss To assess the attainmen t of freedom, What has this freedom given to us, How far have the human values been restored?