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February 1, 2014
Metamorphosis: Srijato
The problem is that Madan has not been speaking since This morning. Absolutely silent. Perched on a wall He’s feeding dogs, birdwatching, but no, not a single Word. At first no one gave a damn. But when it became clear Even late in the morning that Madan, who untiringly offered His considered opinion on everything […]
January 21, 2014
Suchitra Sen: Nirmalendu Goon
In your hair and eyes, lips and breasts Hips and neck Beauty was evenly distributed There was nectar in your voice A lilt in your laughter And the lament of death in your tears In my youth You were the symbol of my lover In love’s growth, lust’s flames You were mine in my dreams […]
January 7, 2014
Ten Days of the Strike: Sandipan Chattopadhyay
It was September 27, Thursday. The month, October. The toilet of Shubhobroto’s flat had now been blocked for ten days in a row. The morning of Tuesday before last. Before going to the market, Shubho normally checked, to the accompaniment of a cup of tea and two biscuits, how the week would go. That day, […]
January 2, 2014
To A Dead Woman: Buddhadeva Bose
‘I will never forget you.’ Such arrogant commitments Are never forgiven by life. So, no false promises. May your final freedom find its way along roads not yet Imagined. Let the magic in your face merge with green leaves And blend into the play of the seasons, in land and air, Into the blue of […]
December 25, 2013
Conversations 3.1: Purnendu Pattrea
Not today, but for a long time now, Calcutta’s phones Have sworn not to allow anything but dirges to be heard But this sudden call? How’d you get my number? Who told you this is the hour When I’m alone in my cave? Where are you calling from? Greece or maybe from Paris? You haven’t […]
December 5, 2013
December 2, 2013
Black Rose – Chapter One: Buddhadeva Bose
Welome. Did you take a tour of my garden? The roses haven’t bloomed yet, it’s barely May. I have seven shades of roses: two of yellow, two of pink, two of red, and one white, of course. Each of them grows to the size of my fist. The rose is my favourite flower. Do you […]
November 21, 2013
Four Haikus: via Nirmalendu Goon
Not a thing happened And yet the season of spring Began at daybreak * * * This is my village Wherever I look, I see The smile of mountains * * * By the light of dawn The dinghy floats away there A lotus has bloomed * * * I was so happy That I […]
November 9, 2013
Three Poems: Purnendu Pattrea
1 That’s how miracles happen Suddenly an ordinary seashell cracks open Blinding white moonlight flashes inside You rolled like a pearl into my palm The scene changed at once To my right was a cloudy day It turned into a split pomegranate sunshine And on my left the pile of bricks Arranged itself into a […]
October 20, 2013
Bloomington, Indiana: Buddhadeva Bose
How quiet this Sunday morning is – the streets deserted, the houses Asleep behind curtains, rows of unemployed cars. In this country No one gets out of bed before one o’clock on Sundays; the roads Lie like canvases with the silence of the trees on either Side. But when I went out I heard a […]
