Sab kuchh Hona Bacha Rahega
This collection presents a poet unafraid to spot renewal in sprouting buds rather than decay in falling leaves. Shukla's verses don't wave words about like flags. Instead, they slip away invisibly after handing experience to us, or they gain their own authority through an arresting, unconventional syntax. What's startling is how his poems bind our sensibilities to vast, unprecedented dimensions—pondering where Earth's inhabitants might flee when crisis strikes, with Mars lying barren and silence pressing in from the heavens. Here lies something genuinely rare: language that politicians have ravaged with falsehoods and poets have drained of meaning, yet Shukla resurrects within it both truth and a stubborn, lingering faith in living. The collection teems with children of labourers who taste salt from their mothers' skin before ever tasting milk. This is an uncommon kind of poetry, one that offers the weary reader genuine respite and depth. Shukla draws his quiet power and detachment from a non-literary background and scientific curiosity. His prose thinks like a botanist, feels like an intimate companion. When his gaze touches something, it awakens. Stones, trees, water, air transform into our ancestors (which they truly are). Confronting an age crowded with corpses, these poems refuse to accept death as humanity's sole destiny. Instead, they gather the very provisions required for survival.
- Author: Vinod-Kumar Shukla
- Publisher: Rajkamal Prakashan Pvt. Ltd
- Genre: Poetry
- ISBN: 978-9392757013
- Pages: 128 pages