Anu and I were best friends since pre school. I knew her from the first day of my school life when the tip of my nose and eyes were flowing with equal velocity, punctuated with loud cries of mourning. My teacher held on to my arm and led me to sit beside a small, quiet-looking … Continue reading Anu and I
It was on a lunar eclipse day, I desired to dance “Why?” an ugly disfigured man asked. Creeping slowly clutching his peeling skin He again asked “Why?” I was undraped, My silky smooth hair Resembled a ball of black wool of a sheep I tuned into classical music The bells in my feet I … Continue reading The Panthuvarali Terpsichore
What are my poems all about? My poems are all about her. It's Monday again, she embedded A kiss on my temple And left for office without Emitting a word. We argued the night before, But the temple kiss She never misses that. Arguments. Brooding. Temper Swings. She rubs off this restriction And shatters off … Continue reading Her
Canvas is for portraits Too intense to comprehend So allow me to paint you a portrait Of a daughter Who has a little too much to comprehend. Her sentiment was a two-ton brick in her fist That retained her pinioned To the meticulous spot on the ground He desired her to be in And those … Continue reading Lamenting Bird
She gazes into her own eyes. Applies her make up painstakingly to her reflection this "mirror her" wearing the fuchsia lipstick the cobalt blue eyeliner. She steps out of her reflection leaving this made-up-person trapped in glass. She laughs. "So, this is the me that others...see?" The door clicks shut. Footsteps descend the stars. She … Continue reading Nescio
Jitaditya Sengupta 