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ntense verse does        Intense verse                              as space constraints would
              touch, leaving its                                                  come in way, but let me try
              imprint on the soul                                                 and quote at least two of
              and psyche. That’s     leaves ImprInt                               her verse, lying well tucked
              probably why only                                                   in within the pages of this
        I few amongst us                 on the soul                              well-produced book.
         can actually come up with
         intense verse. And last                                                  “At The End Of Another Year/
         fortnight, as I sat reading   Jayshree Misra’s poems hold out realities to life   Restless, breathless, Time/
         Jayshree Misra Tripathi’s po-  and everyday living; several of them hard and   Struggles on,/
         ems, in her freshly launched                                             Through agitations for justice,/
         book — ‘Trips and Trials- A   harsh realities, writes Humra QuraisHi     Truth and honour,/
         selection of Poems and                                                   In anguish for bloodshed in/
         Songs’ each verse held out   realities are not accepted   ments hovering around   corners seen or forlorn./
         an entire array of emotions   easily. Concrete images are   love, longing, lament, loss,   witness to tears and cries for/
         that touched.           blurred by shadowy tears.   lust and, of course, life! Her   loved ones, unknown ones,/
           I have been meeting   We need that catharsis at   verse is slotted into differ-  lost forever./
         Jayshree for the last five   times. Critics will despair of   ent segments to hold out   In Time’s path, monsoon/
         years. She was never alone,   this trend!”       each little aspect to life and   Downpours, cyclones, winter/
         with her career diplomat   Nah, critics should not   everyday living. Of course,   Storms/
         husband, Sibabrata Tripathi,   and will not despair of this   the underlying emotions   And sunlight shimmering /
         always by her side .But then   trend, as critics are human   unchanging. And to add to   Through floating clouds,in/
         destined turns intruded. Her   too; they do realize that   those emotions are sketches
         husband passed away over a   human emotions need that   done by the Delhi based
         year back, but not really for   much needed outlet and   visual artist cum historian
         her, for she mentions him so   unleash for the free flow of   cum writer, Moonis Ijlal…  Trips and
                                                                                               Trials- a
         very often, and she had also   emotions …where emotions   those sketches matching   selecTion of
         chosen her wedding an-  can freely flow along in that   the sentiments loaded in     poems and
         niversary day for the launch   spontaneous unobstructed   that verse.                  songs
                                                                                               by: Jayshree
         of this latest book.    fashion.                   And though I’m tempted            Misra TripaThi
           Along the expected strain      ♦ ♦ ♦           to quote several of Jay-            pepper scripT
         the poet in her seems to   This collection of Jay-  shree’s verse but, perhaps,        116 pp;  290
         carry the load of emotional   shree’s poems carry senti-  that wouldn’t be possible
         turmoil and pain which
         comes out rather too evi-
         dently in her verse. As she
         details in the preface, “Your                                            Blue skies./
         journey through my selec-                                                Twelve months have passed, I /
         tion of poems may evoke                                                  am adrift…/
         sorrow, anger, exasperation                                              In anxious fear, the transitory/
         and hopefully, joy. Yes, my                                              calm before dawn./
         verse does stem from pow-                                                With bated breath, I awake/
         erful emotions, but this has                                              Each morn/
         not always been spontane-                                                After fitful sleep, lessons/
         ous. Some poems have been                                                Seemingly unlearnt./
         ‘recollected’, then ‘re-sung’                                            In anticipation of an/
         over two decades - some are                                              Unpainted day,/
         new,21st century.”                                                       Mine to sketch or while away,/
           Her verse holds out                                                    In whimsical remonstrance./
         realities to life and everyday                                           With the message of time /
         living; several of them hard                                             And each line on my
         and harsh realities. To quote                                            forehead,/
         her, “My words are not terse,                                            The future will unbind;/
         taut- as emotions are held in                                            My mind, I plead, remain/
         check, yet overflow. Harsh                                               Forever young.”



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