KOCHI: Freshly born from winged celestial genre,
Pour’s blissfulness of the visionary Heaven
With clearest music that your lyre shall we adore,
And let us wander with soaring romance even - When I live with fancy
Nithin Purple’s imagination takes the flashy wings of Halcyon, when he mulls over subjects that pique his intrigue. ‘These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision’; he elaborates his debut book Halcyon Wings in his old-school style that is prevalent all through the read. Nithin forays into the murky roads of life, melancholy, passion, spirituality and much more in this anthology of poems and prose, making it a worthwhile read. Nithin, who works in Abu dhabi, has written all his poems from there.
O’ melancholy, hectic chill for human soul,
Herewith dismal presence any spirit does descent.
Nithin’s On Melancholy, an elegy ‘written on an intensely agitated day’ starkly resembles Keats’ quatrain poem Ode to Nightingale, where the poet laments
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Even though, Nithin’s strong leniency towards the 18th century poets such as Keats, Shelley and Shakespeare is evident, his attempts to bring back the long lost romantic era is laudable. When On Melancholy is a poet’s recount of a melancholy mother of a deceased child and her madness, Ode to Nightingale, was a poem dedicated to a mysterious bird. Nithin strives to stand out from the heap of modern poets, who unhesitatingly break all conventional norms with their wild and unruly stanzas with his Victorian language and mellowing metaphors. It is apparent from his very first poem where he calls his ‘Mother’, ‘Temple of affection, whose breeze I breathe- whose light I must obey yes”
He even pens a poem for his publisher, who was kind enough to give an ear to a no one “who has poured his heart, like your day star to an unknown human lives here, But who wants, to be known in his long yearning art,” rues the poet.
On a pensive Christmas night ‘when the desires of soul unleashed to melt’ he wrote a poem on inspiration. It says if inspiration gleams during its own fill of ecstasy, the night would find a new song, the very latest from the poet’s quill. The poet’s profound belief in God comes across in almost all his works. “When sat pondered on a Christmas night, with no one to support my arts, I invoke God for supporting me,” he says.
Soul, Agony, Youth and Light are some other poems that will haunt you for many days to come.
The poet also keeps some lines for his reader which says,
“For you say, he interwove dreams by efforts many-
Where hung his lone memories through a nerve of pain-
Did scribe, a pile of notes inward kept his agony
Now seems it burnt, a fire does it fling him sustain.”
Most of his poems come with a small note that gives you a glimpse of the poet’s inner self. His in-depth observations on myriad subjects such as Jesus, virtue and morality, nature and fate (proses) are also there in the book.