Shelly Bhoil is a poet and research scholar in Tibetan Studies, living between (Simla) India and (Sao Paulo) Brazil. She has formerly taught in colleges of Delhi University and Amity University besides having a brief stint in IBN 7. She recently joined the galaxy of writers at Indian Express Online Women’s Portal.
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Her publications include her debut poetry book, An Ember from Her Pyre (Writers Workshop), academic essays in reputed international journals, and poetry in several journals such as Tayo literary magazine, Postcolonial Text, Himal Southasia, Dance Macabre, Blackmail Press, Asia Writes, Muse India and anthologies 40 Under 40, Poetry Israel, Poetry of Yoga, Indian Voices Vol I among others. She has edited Muse India’s online edition on Tibetan English writings in India with the exile historian Tsering Shakya (2014). She is currently co-editing two books of academic essays on Tibetan Exile Narratives (Lexington Books), her second poetry book titled Laatoo (the light bulb), and curating contemporary Himachali poetry in English and translation.
Shelly was an Honourable Mention in Finger Lake’s Environment Film Festival Checkpoint Story Competition in Ithaca University and the winner of the Tahoe Safe Alliance writing contest in 2011. She also received commendation prize in All India Poetry competition organised by the Poetry Society India with the British Council in 2016 and third position in Rabindranath Tagore international poetry contest 2016
As a Jury for poetry, Shelly will offer her advises for all the poems appearing in a month under “Jury’s Advise”. Her advices will benefit not only the poets who submit their poetry with #TellMeYourStory, but also general literature lovers who secretly write verses in closed diaries. Shelly’s warm mentorship will inspire many to come out of their shells and celebrate their talents.
#PoetsVerdict for August-2017
Rajnish Misrha’s ‘Apologia pro vita mea’ is an outstanding contemporary experiment in dramatic monologue. The poet has successfully created a life-like character in the all-knowing and self-deceived speaker who attempts to justify domestic violence – I may have slapped her/not more than once/and lightly, tangentially – by masking and glorifying himself as “feminist” and liberal husband. But he meets his nemesis as she leaves him the next day after having “wept through the night” while he was “beside her/just seven inches away/separated by a wall.” True to the nature of dramatic monologue, the poem speaks for the wife who doesn’t get a chance to speak at all in the poem just like the duchess in Robert Browning’s ‘My Last Duchess.’
#PoetsVerdict for June-2017
‘The Meadows’ by Arya Kamal Roy is little bit of Wordsworthian kind of poem that paints the shades of nature in the poet’s quest for a lost lover. Just as one is tempted to stroll through meadows under the ‘mesmerising star studded firmament,’ one gets pricked by the poet-lover’s nostalgic obsession and perhaps haunting of these meadows. The lover’s inner landscape of ‘coveted conscience/ Lucubrated indefatigably with…far-fetched imagination’ comes to the foreground. And right then, reality meets illusion in a most heartbreaking yet therapeutic way, better summed up in the line from the poem – ‘Nullified and purified in spirit’!
#PoetsVerdict for May-2017
A simple yet a loaded poem that embodies the spirit and robustness of bygone ages in the figure of a blue bloodied warrior and brings a sense of its loss and the lacklustre of our modern day lives that are overwhelming obsessed with technology. The last paragraph of the poem evokes but sympathy for the Royal descendants whose sheen of the past is eclipsed today by ‘typewriters, computers, and cell phones’.
#PoetsVerdict for April-2017
A self-motivated man’s quest for certainty in the world of ‘engineered social disparity’ brings out to him disillusionment and disbelief through the poet’s use of knockout metaphors in the poem ‘much more’. The irony in the last few lines evoking the lack of love as against the abundance of material/physical desires, ‘A species masturbating en-mass on paper fantasy/sadly all this while, love’s in absolute scarcity’, echoes the hollowness that inundates the world at large.