Do

They

Feel? ~ Surabhi Kulkarni ~

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Do They Feel?

~Surabhi Kulkarni ~

Copyright © 2015 Surabhi Kulkarni All rights reserved. ISBN: 1519725000

ISBN-13: 978-1519725004

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DEDICATION

I would like to start off by mentioning a verse from one of my

favorite poems by Edgar Allen Poe,

“A dream within a dream”.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand--

How few! Yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep--while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not save

One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Just the way one cannot hold onto such specks and grains of golden sand, one cannot hold onto the sands of time. Time flies

by and we are left with a striking and lovely bouquet of memories and remembrances that keep on touching our hearts. But yes, the moments that we always would want to preserve and keep with us

pass by and leave a mark on our hearts. They never come back. MY SCHOOL. It has left within me, so many things to hold onto. Sometimes I believed that my dreams and reality wouldn’t collide but my school gave me the desire to aspire and to keep hope. All those heart-rending and touching experiences I have had in my

school would always remain with me forever. One of my dreams,

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“Do they feel?” to become successful has a background casting of my school. It gave me so much that I cannot put it in words.

Thus, I dedicate this book to my school, before leaving the place that openly nurtured me and helped me stand up on my feet.

Thank you, Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium Pre-primary, Primary and High School.

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FOREWORD

Surabhi writes with a candor and maturity, which prods at the complexities of life, revealing the difficulties that come with

growing up and finding your way, but also the strength and joy that can be found in those people closest to you.

Through her lyrical verse from her first bouquet “MOSAIC

HEARTS NEVER FADE” she traverses across different types of love: friendship, familial, romantic, other emotions and in each

one there is a strength to be found. The following closing quote from her first bouquet throws light on all these feelings and

emotions. “Not all trees wither away in the drought”

One of the poems from the same bouquet having no name

reflects honest state of a teenager, “Today I find myself a kid again, I find myself sweet, innocent and

sane.”

This verse by Surabhi is a stark look at the pressures and intense emotions that come with being a teenager. She sheds a beautiful light on these issues that every teenager faces through her words in her poetry. These poems are emotionally intelligent and also

offer hope.

When someone has this level of desire, flair and creativity, they cannot stay silent and I cannot wait to hear what words come

next. I wish her all my best wishes for the bouquets she is offering to this world.

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Aisling Fahey

Aisling Fahey from Walthamstow, UK has been recognized as “the

Young Poet Laureate for London” for the year 2014/15. The Young

Poet Laureate is a Spread the Word program supported by The Legacy List, the independent charity for Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. Aisling participated in a series of

workshops creating new poetry and was then selected from a shortlist

of six young poets aged 18-25 by a high profile panel, including

professional poets Nick Makoha and Jacob Sam La Rose. She has

been touring across the world and visited India in September 2015,

when she met Surabhi. She has the following thoughts to offer about

Surabhi and her poetry…

I met Surabhi, when I toured India, in September 2015. Her intense

love and passion for poetry became clear to me instantly. Her poetry touched me the first time, but reflecting on it again, it really spoke to me. There was lots to

identify within it. Her talent and commitment is very special and she

should keep it going

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PREFACE

I am a proud and blessed father of Surabhi Kulkarni, who

has given me the privilege of writing about her and her poems for

the second time in a short span of eight months– especially at this

tender age. I am a close witness to this transformation of Surabhi

and her poetry and it’s been a unique experience.

It’s almost like watching the butterfly taking birth, coming out

of the cocoon… letting it go through all the efforts required to break

the walls, get the strength to face the outside world by oneself, get

gradually exposed to the realities of this dry world, letting it go

through the learning process of dealing with the “rules of the

game” …

Honestly, it has been a miraculous experience to be

associated with such a bright mind, blessed with these thinking

abilities – to be able to get into the shoes of any individual, to have

the ability to experience the feelings and actual events and to be

able to articulate them in such an articulate manner. I am not

asserting here for being Surabhi’s father, but it’s my honest

submission to the world – which has concretized over a period of

time and I am sure to put it in words here.

Surabhi, my daughter has been writing small poems since

her second or third standard. She has been engrossed and found

to be in her own world number of times, imagining and seeing out of

the world concepts – we used to wonder on what she is doing and

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often felt worried as her parents. She would come up with a

completely well-thought and insightful perspective and could talk

convincingly about it and we could feel the depth of her thinking.

The first book was an exploration and expression of her

thoughts about this world and that has gone to further depths of

deeper thoughts in this book. Looking back, I find a huge sense of

introspection about topics that aren’t touched often and openly,

about themes that I considered normal teenagers mightn’t get

access to or get related to but she came to me with a focused

mindset and told me that “I want to take up “THIS” specific topic

for my next poetry book” – even before the launch of her earlier

book. My honest reaction (in my mind) was – “why are you taking

such a heavy topic?” – “take some lighter one …” But she was

determined – she wanted to express herself and the current

teenager of what they see, experience, reckon, expect, worry,

indulge, fantasize, discuss, imagine, think, plan .. From their

expanding world and what is the “world feeling about it” … does the

“world” really FEEL? She was almost sure of the title of this book

around that time.

Surabhi confronted me with the question, “Do you really

know what this title means?” I was taken aback and will attempt to

explain it here… DO THEY FEEL? Is about a sense of

“questioning” the status-quo by the individual to the various

elements of this world – the individual could be elated, happy, full of

enthusiasm or going through drudgery, oppression, deprivation,

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depression, aggression, provocation, allurement… does the world

“think” about this individual going through these experiences and

does it really “feel” what this individual is going through .. Help

apart! … The individual could be “she”, “he” or “they” together. It’s

an expression of the deepest feeling in the minds of this individual,

the feelings of handicap, deprivation, suppression, happiness,

elation, subjugation, repression, disappointment, frustration,

anticipation, suspense, deception, euphoria or as strong as despair

or desolation – Surabhi has dealt with all of these experiences from

that individuals point-of-view and articulated the state of mind of

this individual with a question in mind to the world – “I am going

through all this – do you feel, do you care, do I really matter, do you

mind, do you really find me to be important, do you give me damn” …

The mode of presentation of these poems is outlining the

state of this individual, the actually description of the event and

then the state in which this questions are coming up … making an end

to the poem... The titles are so very aptly chosen and I tried to test

Surabhi by indicating and suggesting to make some changes to

them and found her to be “rock solid” on the thinking behind them

and “has not moved from naming them as they are”.

Some of the experiences outlined here are out-of-context

for a teenager and I was personally not very sure about it, but

eventually when I read through those poems I could appreciate

Surabhi’s abilities to keep it extremely specific, but enough

abstract for the imagination of the reader. Let me confess, that a

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huge, huge and really huge amount of thinking has gone through

Surabhi’s mind before writing these poems, putting them in the

sequence they are now and what she has as a view point as a

bouquet of poems.

The sections Abstract and Romance represent the mood

of the poems as the way the “individual” perceives and experiences

it – Abstract demonstrating deeply engraved experiences , while

Romance relating to the subtle, but definite relationships and their

tenderness the poetess is bringing forth . In the Abstract section,

the poetess asks question to “them”, who should know the

perspective about the “Prize”, the treatment like a “Toy”, how the

“Past” gets engraved, how they behave as “Black hearted” and how

the materialistic world crushes the hearts like “Machines” from

those from this world, which conventionally get called as “Family” …

There is a clear thread in the whole of the sequence in the sections,

the meaning and messaging in the poems…

The poems like “Nightmares”, “Chaos”, “Depression”,

“Hunt” represent some of the extreme and bold experiences – very

non-peculiar to this age, but coming across very starkly. I would

leave the further explorations and hence interpretations for your

creative minds. Surabhi goes to the extent of defining her own

terms, which are not to be found in the conventional English

vocabulary, for example the poem titled “Luavers”, represents her

own form of emotion and meanings – leaving the reader wonder and

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make him choose a different meaning to the normal word “lovers” by

the shade brought in, in the context of her poems.

In Surabhi’s views, the shorter the poem, better is the

richness, depth, abstraction, imagination and symbolism it

represents – it’s more rewarding to the poet for the variety of

contexts that could be brought in front, while it’s extremely thought

provoking for the reader to apply their own contexts for their own

interpretations during “decoding” of this “code” in each of the

poem. When one is able to put all the interpretations across and

then looks at the whole set together and tries to connect the dots

– the whole book and hence the book’s title “Do They Feel?”

resonates in the minds.

I find Surabhi or even the current generation as extremely

blessed, and at the same time very capable, matured, strong and

bold, having no inhibitions, and abilities to experience the world

about 15-20 years ahead in time and still being humble about it.

This is a bliss to the current generation – you have it in you, you

are exposed to all the possible modes of expressions...

Aim is to share these poems, have them getting known and

associated with sensitive and appreciating minds. I strongly believe

that these feelings are contagious – they will definitely take you

down the thought journey and you start getting the same, similar or

your own experiences associated with the feeling in the poems. I

believe that it would be the success criteria for the effectiveness of

Surabhi’s blooming poetry.

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In my view, it’s just the start and a long way to go … Surabhi

will keep on getting indulged in further variety of experiences,

shades of feelings and keep on capturing and articulating them...

She will definitely reach out to you with more bouquets of poems

and will be happy to touch your minds.

My thanks to you for getting associated with this book, I am

sure that this journey together is going to be extremely satisfying

mutually – please feel free to share your views on

shirish_kul@yahoo.com.

Shirish M. Kulkarni (Surabhi’s Father)

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Table of Content

50. Bouquet: ABSTRACT ............................................................................ 19

Section 1: Do they feel?................................................................... 19

1. No prize .......................................... 19

2. Toy ................................................. 20

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53. Addiction .................................... 22

54. Love ............................................ 22

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

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.

Thank you mother, without you I wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t

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 throughout it all and have

been bearing with me with a smile on their face. 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. I

owe them so much that I cannot put it in words. In the journey from my earlier book, yes these eight whole months, I have

opened up to an incredible arena of lovely people coming into my life, touching my heart and gently making me believe in things I

paid no heed to. A feeling that I had stated didn’t exist is

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something that is special in my life today. Thank you to all my friends for looking into my eyes and loving me right, all those

times I needed you.

All of my family members, my grandparents and my relatives have been very supportive and their encouragement has helped me tremendously to shape up this book indeed. 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 …I would specially like to thank all of my teachers and my school, your guidance and encouragement has helped me immensely to be able to create this

book in this form. Thank You All!

-Surabhi Kulkarni

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Bouquet: ABSTRACT

Section 1: Do they feel?

1. No prize

I know it is hard, too much to

bear I know you are trying, believe

me I care Nights like these, they tell you

to give up Drinking from the empty, from

the broken cup Luring the bad, the one with

the smirks Rocking the heated chair, how

swift it lurks Dancing on the thorns, with

prickly steps They turn feet to red, say that

it helps I can see that art work, painted

so beautifully But thrown away in dungeons,

no use oh folly Appreciation nonetheless, work

that's plenty Bear hands that sharpen, eyes

moist oh pity That majestic robe woven, best

silk around Rags in the old rooms now, all

sleeping sound Melodies on the flute, oh

rhythmically perfect Who you to bestow, rejected

out oh how to affect Trying the most, dedication tip

to toe Folly these creations dear, they

set them on a blow Beautifying the palace of the

sweetest flowers Lilac withered forcefully, roses

dead on floors You built the mansion of

nobles, the one of the magnificent

Thrashed down, cut down, ablaze, ashes of that conceit

Your work, my dear, the best of all the worlds

No record, no demand, nothing it holds

You cry, you weep, you wail on this return

Oh you artist of today, don't you die, there's a lot to learn

Who they to judge your creations?

Not they the creators my son, nor matter their reactions.

Liars around jealousy in eyes envy on the edge

Don't you jump, not yet, take support of that ledge

There is magic, true lust, beautiful imagination in you

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Not with them, yes nothing, just you is the colors of true What you can do, none can,

it's a secret It's a belief of the inner,

something that's felt Meet the hearts so true chant

the words of sparkle Glitter the bright more shine,

no fury to tackle Write the writings that touch

Paint the paintings that beautify

Mould the moldings that create Build the buildings that shelter Weave the weavings that cover Draw the drawings that inspire Decorate the decorations that

splendor Thrash the judgments with no

base Make the bouquet of your own flowers and tie the ribbon, the

lace Smiles on the faces, bring

happiness to the race You the creators oh dear

Without you the world so mere

But after the creations by you, the creators

Only one thing that does always matters

Happiness is always something

that lies Never ever ask for return, no

prize.

2. Toy

There were dreams to be

sought in all of them

They wanted to attain what

they desired

They ran around exploring new

endeavors

Searching places and trying new

things

Help came for sure

undoubtedly

They clung onto it and made

the most of it

Then the clan had to move on

achieve some more

Hopping onto the next stone

they passed on

What was left was the scrap the

remains of the helpers

Thrown into the bin of the

worthless dump

The most priceless gems now

got called useless

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Degradation of their levels the

standards they didn’t belong to

Brought down to the

intimidating horrors of no use

The helpers now were prone to

be ragged

But the clan survived it got

widely held

All the dreams now true they

had nothing to do

Workers at hands no need for

independency

Lazy lads of today they craved

for much more

But at the back of their minds

Tortured the devil of guilt

The past that haunted thrashed

their joy

The sins of red the sins of

gloom

They reminded and itched and

crawled every night

Desire had shaken and the clan

had to repent

One look at the bin and the

blade slashed in

Vengeance the rule the ragged

hopes of fear

Clinging to the clan knowing

to demolish

Yells and cries and flattering

taunts

Swelled up the users calling the

useful useless

Didn’t they too have dreams,

the ones to be sought?

The naïve hearts that had

content ready to help

Who they oh my, to snatch the

identities

Who they my sweet flower, to

bury the wrong seeds

Who they oh smile, to outcast

the tears of vain

Who they my lover, to break

the hearts

Who they oh sweet lord, to tell

your existence

Who they oh my, to treat

them like toys

How many a clans to rule this

world and thrash away the joys

How many a aids to get turned

into helpless toys?

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53. Addiction

Deep blue eyes, are the worst

hypnotizers.

Warm soft hands, are the worst

addictions.

Boomerang hugs, are the worst

attractions.

Outstanding English, is the

worst blackmail.

Ironed black suits, are the worst

breath takers.

And now I effing can't help it,

cause you have it all.

54. Love

I was a young girl when I came to know what love is, yes I did Magnificent as it was, I guessed

the feelings being a kid His face was round, curved and

as soft as the petals of roses Small hands with little fingers and feet curled up with tiny

toes

The cute little giggle that he casted on his face’s edge

Brought my heart down to shiver, down the ledge

Every day, that little hand ran down my cheeks softly

Caressing and comforting me, smiling at me gently

That gentle touch would make

my day Even though no words, he

uttered nothing, couldn’t say The emotions, the actions the

feelings took bay Against the odds our love used

to lay

His tender small body, cuddled up in my arms

The lullaby so protective, used to protect him from all the

harms Looking at him used to make

me know the sign That there is eternal love, at the

end of every line

The heartwarming momentarily presence of his I repent I should have held forever in my arms, amidst

The love between the moon and stars out the sky

Between the milky way beyond does lie

Saw him growing day by day,

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and felt Should have protected in my

heart and held Forever that small, bundle of

joy as he was Away from the torturous

universal laws Matter of fact the time goes by Fading memories, with a sigh Looking at these moments I

cry Love is true, might or may

Tenderness of that little heart

so naive Still takes me back to the past I

crave Asked the pope, the nun, the

god What reason I bestow the love

so gold?

No answers they held back all timid

Always knowing about something they hid

Asked my heart what the reason was for me

It told me darling, he showed love to thee.

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PREAMBLE

“I vary, you vary, we vary. We are a variety of variations that vary.”

The life gets instituted as the basic necessity for a living being – breath – simply denoting life as breathing and vice versa. Breath, for me, is an emotion. Coming up with colors that a few might know but most might not, an alien side of life that plunges you and makes you ponder about life. The sense of living in the form of inhaling, taking in, absorbing, relating, associating, thinking, correlating, fantasizing through various experiences and hence expressions of feelings will be the next voyage. A breath can

conquer and destroy as well. In the next editions, you will be led down a ledge, where you would find souls of the unknown and

the voices of imagination taking over humanity. Yes, sometimes being alive or existing or having a heart isn’t what makes you

count always. There is more to it. Will meet the new faces, unknown characters and will get them delineate their being and

their desire, the driving force for living, being alive, and still keeping open for more of these experiences…

Would leave self and you pondering about the next nectar that I am entwining together for the next bouquet to come … and the

following comes in my mind …

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I will

If you tell me to drop down dead, I will.

If you tell me to leave what I started, I will.

If you tell me to let go off what I have, I will.

If you tell me to be with you forever, I will.

If you tell me to curse what I like, I will.

If you tell me to admire something I hate, I will.

If you tell me to stop writing poetry, I never

will.

Stay Tuned …

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SOME IMPORTANT VIEWPOINTS

Here are some personalities that are near-and-dear to

Surabhi, while conversely, Surabhi and her thoughts matter to

them a lot. They are expressing their thoughts, feelings, view-

points about how they see Surabhi, her thinking abilities, her

maturity, her ability to caress this complex realities of the world …

These are straight from their hearts and have been carved in

Surabhi’s heart …

Mrs. Jayashri Narayan

Surabhi’s Advisor, Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium High

School

A work of maturity and thoughtfulness by Surabhi. Some of

the poems speak volumes about the emotions and their effect on

the poetess. Some are keeping to her teenage and the rosy-eyed

look that her age makes her see the world with.

About Surabhi – Basically a fun loving teenager with high

expectations from life and a keen sensitivity towards all relations.

“MOSAIC HEARTS NEVER FADE”, her earlier

bouquet of poems, was an initial approach, but the present work

speaks of the graph of maturity and commitment, which Surabhi

has traversed. The poem “I will” in this anthology means so much in

this world of non-commitment – so much of commitment coming

from the thoughts of someone so young – worth appreciating!

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The way Surabhi has dealt with “Depression” the poem will

surely make a good mark on the youth of today. All the poems are

endeavors to reach out to those who are close and not-so-close. It

surely makes interesting reading and provides an insight into the

mind of a teenager; a girl who has seen the world, but not actually.

Kudos to Surabhi!! Let your creativity go ahead by leaps and

bounds.

In this present day of science and technology a holistic work of

poems – means so much to me personally – [an English teacher

handling the adolescent age group] means a lot and I hope

Surabhi continues the work and these small footprints go a long

way to leave their marks in the world of English poetry.

God bless. With lots of love and wishing Surabhi luck

===XXX===

Mrs. Avanti Bias

Surabhi’s Advisor, Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium High

School

Surabhi, you have a blessing of writing a wonderful poetry.

The poetry reflects a state of “maturity”, which resonates our

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minds. I liked the poems in your new bouquet of poems “Do They

Feel?” , especially, the “Depression”, “Evil”, “Impossible”, “With

you, I see”, “Over my eyes” are worth a special mention. I would

like to commend the “aptness” of the titles of each of these poems.

The titles reflect the essence of the poems. – Very thoughtful,

Surabhi. In my view, to your tender age, your poetry is “complete”

and “full of insights”. This skill is a god gift to you.

I would like to wish you a great success in your life. Let these

“poetry skills” blossom in your life and I hope you get the required

happiness you deserve. Ensure that you cherish all these poems

during your creation and bless the others with the happiness of

relishing them.

===XXX===

Ms. Ashwini Patil

Surabhi’s Role Model, Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium

High School

Life is a journey of thousand miles, which begin with a single

step. In this journey towards destiny, doing what one loves is the

cornerstone of having abundance in life. The most wonderful

thing is when one finds the purpose of their creation. …, for

purpose is the reason of the journey and passion is the fire that

lights the way. This teenager has managed to fine her path and

create it too in the form of poetry.

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Surabhi’s poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world

and help in discovering a new and an unknown side of oneself.

Surbahi’s quest in this exciting journey has found a quaint shore.

She chose to let poetry define, confine, refine and outshine her.

Surabhi’s poems speak eloquently of the individuality she

possesses.

‘Do They Feel’ portrays the charismatic style of the poet. It is a

modest attempt to make the reader relieve his moments once

again. Poems such as “I still love you”, “Leaving”, and “Let go the

day” truly reflect a persons deepest feelings. The book sincerely

deals with the basic yet most complex emotions of all “love”. The

intensity of sadness often hits you deeper than sadness. This

book is a repertoire of such amalgamated nostalgic emotions.

At such a tender age, Surabhi has managed to provide the

reader an erudite and impeccable treasury of metrical

compositions.

Surabhi has proved herself to be very skilled individual; and the

destiny of such a dedicated and hardworking being is always

“SUCCESS”.

Wish you success in all your future endeavors.

===XXX===

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Ms. Sujata Phalnikar

Surabhi’s Inspiration

I have known Surabhi for some time. Her poems are a

reflection of the various facets of a young woman’s life. Life is full

of conflicting emotions and Surabhi has been able to express

such through her poems. It is indeed incredible that in spite of

being so young she is able to feel the pulse of those myriad

feelings heart and the vulnerability of the emotions is well

expressed. Surabhi, for sure has etched her name among the list

of poets indeed.

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Mrs. Jaya Bhaskar Principal Abhinava Vidyalaya English Medium High School, Pune

Dear Surabhi, you have made me very proud again. I am really impressed with the speed in which you have got your second

poetry book getting published. Just in your teens and what an impact you have already made with these 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 one’s communication skills.

Surabhi, you have confidently taken the first step by opening your heart to the world through your poems, which will surely make

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you realize your dreams. “MOSAIC HEARTS NEVER FADE” was the first step to outline your inner impressions and emotions,

while “DO THEY FEEL?” find you dealing with most inner, complex, intriguing, and puzzling feels and experiences of life. It’s

really wonderful to be witness to this creation.

Congratulations again! Wish you all the best and looking forward to some more bouquets of magical and insightful poems. Keep it

up Surabhi! God bless you …

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Mrs. Sujala Watve

Head, Jnana Prabodhini Institute of Psychology,

Secretary, Jnana Prabodhini Samshodhan (Research) Sanstha

(Society)

National Supervisory Psychologist, Mensa India, Pune

This is Surabhi’s second book of poems in such a short

period. I have read the amazing poems from the first book and was

eager to see the second. In her busy days of std X how could she

be so creative to give such a unique product is always a question

before me. Though I am aware that poet has different eyes to see

the world, such detachment is very difficult. I hope it should not be

a hurdle in her way to studies and re-enter her true world. But it is

always assumed that,

“That which even the Sun doesn’t see, a poet sees.”

You have to take a ‘deporting passport’ while entering her

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‘treasure island’.

Very sweet ‘lovable’ words, wonderful vocabulary, shades of

words conveying the exact emotions, command over language,

beautiful scenario-creation and even the philosophical touch

behind, seem to be the capturing themes of Surabhi’s poetry.

She creates a magnificent canvas before you to enter in her lovely

dreamy world. To enter her world you need to be away from the

real world around. See if she gives a passport for entering the

different ‘globe’.

She seems to be blessed by a boon of language and sensitivity.

Commitment to poetry, language very high understanding of

emotional world, and out-of-box thinking is the constellation within

her. She appears to be on her way to become a Creatively

Gifted. Right now she has been writing over a focused topic of

‘love’. The emotion, passion, sacrifice experienced with this single

emotion is displayed through the book nicely. But I am sure that

she will cross this boundary and will not limit her poems to a single

emotion, but open the doors of larger world for her readers. A

researcher within me definitely sees the seeds of Giftedness

within Surabhi. I am sure that she will spread her horizon beyond

the bounds with her enormous potentials.

All the best for her future career from all angles, academic,

intellectual, and creative.

God bless

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Mr. Narendra Barhate

CEO and Managing Director, SEED Infotech, Pune

I found Surabhi to be extremely sensitive to the world around her in this tender age and is able to bring out her emotions and

imaginations in very expressive and authentic manner. She shows a great confidence to be bold and courageous in dealing with and reflecting on some of the aspects in reality. A work, that is worth commending - especially in this rut of life and modernization. A

real relief, to the life full rush...

Surabhi possess a unique blend of element of ingenuity, boldness to face the world, being open to express own views as unique

characteristics. Being a strong promoter of creativity and innovation myself, this has appealed me directly. This is her

second book in such a short period of time. I would really like to commend her abilities and focus.

Compared to the last bouquet "MOSAIS HEARTS NEVER FADE" – Surabhi demonstrates further deeper understanding, insights and subtleties of relations towards life and reflects it in various poems. Surabhi has demonstrated more mastery over choice of worlds and

deeper thoughts in the poems in this book over the last one.

I strongly recommend Surabhi to choose an appropriate career option and poetry writing is a very natural to her. I extend my best wishes to Surabhi for her endeavor as a budding poetess.

Looking forward to her next bouquet...

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ABOUT THE BOOK

This book contains the poetry created by a poetess to describe some

feelings in life that could be very deep, internal, authentic and

unique. The poetess is able to experience them virtually and

articulate them in the form of the poems. Her poetry has matured

over years from her first poetry book “MOSAIC HEART NEVER

FADE” to this second book. Being in the teenage, she is full of

imagination, enthusiasm, energy and creativity coupled with

independent view-points, justifications and genuine philosophy

about the life. The poems reflect the state of mind of teenager in the

exploration state to establish their own purpose and trying to gauge

the fathoms of this real world.

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.”

Copyright © 2015 Surabhi Kulkarni

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 1519725000

ISBN-13: 978-1519725004

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