Some books are read. Others are felt. Ruler of the sky firmly belongs to the latter category. As one reads, it lingers, unsettles and quietly transforms. Beneath its words one senses the vulnerability, fatigue and a quiet enduring and suffering.
At first, the voice feels deeply personal almost like a confession of someone who has endured much. What strikes one almost immediately while reading the collection of poetry and prose is a peculiar and persistent question: Who is speaking? As one moves further, the boundary starts to dissolve. The ‘I’ no longer feel singular. It expands and shifts and eventually seems to embody something far greater than an individual voice. One begins to sense that it is not merely the author speaking but perhaps nature itself observing, grieving and reflecting through human language. Or perhaps it is the reader.
The book gives an emotional account of the extent of destruction humans have wrecked on nature. It raises an unsettling question: Who is the ultimate sufferer? The answer, it seems is collective. By all the destruction humans have done on Mother Nature for ephemeral gain, humans have invited unending suffering on everyone including themselves.
Pieces like False spring, a phenomenon we have just experienced, echo this reality. The piece September snow talks about the disturbed natural rhythm and draws parallel with a bee colony experiencing collapse and disorder. As nature speaks of suffering and agony from humans, it also reminds us that it is in fact the ruler of the sky. Indifference speaks about what nature can do, and reminds us that it will not hesitate in showing its wrath either. Birds of paradise warn that humans can also go extinct just like unicorns—which it claims were not mythical creatures as humans have been led to believe. The book ends on a rather positive note. There is a quiet, almost surprising sense of hope.
Although the ‘I’ sounds timid, worn, almost faded, there is a quiet strength that cannot be dismissed. Between the lines, it reminds us that unchecked human greed carries consequences not through anger but though calm and inevitable reckoning. This duality of tenderness and quiet authority makes the voice powerful. It reminds us that nature is beautiful, mysterious and occasionally refuses to explain itself.
Like all pieces of poetry and prose, it is sometimes difficult to understand many of the layers of the text but then again this is also true for the weather, mountains and clouds that suddenly decide to disappear just when you need shade. You may not always get it, but you feel it and perhaps that is the point.
The voice may feel like nature: Gentle, vast and quietly powerful. And the deeper you immerse yourself, it begins to speak in ways that feel very personal, almost as intimate as love itself.
My favourite pieces in the book include False spring, Don’t fix me, Be a bee, Friend, and In the end. I would recommend reading this book slowly, and if possible, aloud. Each poem and prose piece carries multiple layers as complex as nature itself. There is no single meaning to the text in this book and it invites personal interpretation and reflection.
Ruler of the Sky: Poetry and Prose by Padma Angmo (Bluerose Publishers P Limited, INR 599)
Dr. Spalchen Gonbo is a Paediatrician based in Ladakh.
By Dr. Spalchen Gonbo
