Silence in Love Have you ever felt the silent clouds?Embracing the silent moon,Hiding her each time he envelopesHer with his dark clouds. Have you ever felt the silent whale?Playing underneath the silent ocean,Being killed by the silent harpoonSilently she undertakes the pain. Have you ever felt the silence of the forest?Silently the wind brushing through…
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AMIT SHANKAR SAHA
A Warli Art A Warli art you did long agowhere you depict an evening scene,where skeleton men and womendance and skip around a peacock,a white crescent moon on a darkbackground creates a luminescence…There’s so much of serenity capturedwithin the wooden frame that Iwonder if these centipedes ofacrylic strokes on cloth actuallydepict a real scene from…
SANGHITA SANYAL
AnOther Legacy Angela left her diaries,Chandara left her silence,Women’s voices reverberatedDown the throes of Existence.Clashes, smashes, gnashesCould still pull a wallpaper down,Violence saw many facesOf many kinds and shapes,Yet the common strainIs wreaking of suffering, a pain.Time has ushered in a freshCentury through the ghastly sieveBut the legacy continuesWe, women do believe.The pen spills the…
NAINA DEY
Old Love I saw you last nightIn a sudden dreamWas it a garden-partyOr an open-air showYou came with someone I didn’t knowAnd didn’t bother to likeI noticed you wore your curly hair longTied at the back with a bandFastened with clipsYou had even aged somewhatBut smiled the same smile I hid behind the chairs and…
RITUPARNA KHAN
Architect A poet is an architect,textures out a piece.In its myriad forms itbreathes in her pen tobecome a tree.The newborn is abeautiful “poet-tree”,christened as poetry. A poet is an architect,juggling with soundsand syllables, tracingout a form in rhymeand rhythm.The outcome is abeautiful “poet-tree”,christened as poetry. A poet is an architectshuffling with metaphors,figuring out a language,unique…
GOPAL LAHIRI
Evening Metaphor Borrow those silken happy hoursI want to count the time layers, Smell the minutes and tiny secondsFloating like petals in dense tequila, Under the blue death light, the imagesQuivering in a halo fire, And late evening metaphors come in torrentsWith curved smile and wild laughter. Like a pattern never hides in brewing stirThe…
The History of Migrant Birds: A Review of Home Thoughts
SUTAPA CHAUDHURI Home Thoughts: Poetry of the British Indian Diaspora Eds. Usha Kishore & Jaydeep Sarangi, Cyberwit, 2017. 123pp.ISBN 978-93-85945-71-7. INR 200, US$ 14.99 Home Thoughts is a collection of poems by eight widely anthologised contemporary poets of the British Indian Diaspora, featuring the works of Shanta Acharya, Debjani Chatterjee, Mona Dash, Bashabi Fraser, Kavita…
The Game called Hearts: A Review of Sea Dreams
JAYDEEP SARANGI Sea Dreams Bibhu Padhi, Authorspress, New Delhi, 2017.145pp. ISBN 978-93-5207-484-6. INR 200. Sea Dreams is Bibhu Padhi’s eleventh book of poetry. Padhi’s poems have appeared in distinguished magazines throughout the English-speaking world, such as, The Poetry Review, Stand, The Rialto, The American Scholar, Colorado Review, Mid-American Review, Poetry (Chicago), The Southwest Review, The…
SOMASHREE ROY
1st year, English Honours, Loreto College, Calcutta University The Wandering Soul The retreat center is still there,Beside the lake of thousand fears,And there she roams claiming so far ;That she wasn’t a bitch in this lavishing world. Thus is the story of every girl,Devoid of hundreds of devils here.Unwrapped are the emotions of the pretty…
ADRIKA ROY
1st year, English Honours, Loreto College, Calcutta University My Poem It has stopped starling me? NoSolitude is pleasurableBut for eternity is a curse !Curse indeed is the life itself ,The eminent question I askIs everything in me evil?Evil if soDon’t evil deserved to be loved?Or is love the curse itself?Tantalising is the thoughtIsn’t it?Well don’t…