Guests at the launch of a collection of poems – Frozen Words. Seen in the picture (from L to R) Mr. Shakunt Apte, father of the author; Prof. Dr. Nigam Dave, Director – SLS, PDPU, Gandhinagar, Dr. Jay Narayan Vyas, Economist & thinker; Mr. Amish Tripathi, Mythological Fictionnist & Best Selling Author; Ms. Shalaka Apte; Kavi Shri Tushar Shukla & Mr. Shyam Parekh, Festval Director – Gujarat Literature Festival
Shalaka Apte’s Book Frozen Word was launched at AMA on Sunday, 28th July 2019. Best selling Author Amish Tripathi of ‘Shiva Trilogy’ and other Books launched the Book at AMA amidst the august gathering of literary people. Shalaka is a young Poet, 20 years old and lives in Ahmedabad with her family. She is currently pursuing her undergraduate in English Literature. From a very young age, Shalaka was fascinated by the language and wanted to spend her life studying it. She wrote her first poem when she was 13 and hasn’t stopped ever since.
Frozen Words contains a few kind lines to comfort you on an evening after a tiring day. It is a collection of poems about a 20-year-old girl’s learnings of the world. It might help you relive your 20s with all the courage you had and the beauty you found in living.
The foreward note says, “Life is beautiful with its murmurs, whispers and haywire thought. A person has their own world and the one in which, they live.”
Shalaka Apte’s poetry lets you go indepth to imagination as these lines strike the chord to rhyme concerns :
We carry our burden of yesterday with the burdens to come tomorrow. Between these everyday nothings, we need a few kind words or lines to keep us going.
And so very true !
Shalaka Apte has penned 21 Poems focused on The Boy who lived, Greed, The curse of Experience, A woman without depth, Our Reality, Believe, Cancer, etc.
Here’s few lines from ‘The Cycle’
” The Cycle “
People come and people go
What happens in between, nobody knows
People walk here, and people walk there
You are young and then old
This phenomenon termed as life
Is difficult to live in this short while
Still, people end it, why, don’t they get it right !
The flowers bloom And the demons doom
Who knows what happened to whom ?
