Would it be too ungrateful an act to claim that poetry refused to aid me at a time when I needed her the most? What constitutes infidelity in the realm of words, she asks me, especially when they are scarce spoken aloud or recorded and
What was the symphony of the sun, have you wondered, when she came out of her assigned womb to burn and burn, and burn with such ferocity that she exhausts herself and burns still; in a way we cannot imagine nor conceive, perhaps even in
“None has power to destroy the unchangeable. — Bhagavad-Gita. In the great Sanskrit epic, the Mahabharata, the story is told how the hero, Yudhishthira, when asked by Dharma to tell what was the most wonderful thing in the world, replied, that it was the persistent
SCENE ONE Two men post an informal dinner. The setting is a drawing room. The background has the impression of a starry night – a blank canvas dotted with bluish-white, red and green dots, twinkling as if stars. There are two couches on the stage.
Just go with it I took her and ran with it in my mouth, I let it go with the flow inside a mind’s eye of third and center. Just breathe girl, breathe through the jabs of pains, through stretching out too thin and pushing
The Sultan’s Tent Veiled belly dancers gyrated, delighting patron and guests gorging on lamb and olives, rosemary flecks in their teeth. Feathery fronds spun awhirl as squirming houris charmed between swipes at matbucha or nips of steaming mint tea. Awaiting sizzling shish taouk, emirs traded
Jibanananda Das (1899 – 1954) is the foremost name among poets who have written in Bengali since post-Tagore undivided Bengal. The harbinger of modernism in Bengali poetry, Das was an eclectic author who dexterously dabbled in poetry as well as fiction. In spite of being
Two eyes. Two paintings I have never been an atheist. If the rider of absolute honesty be imposed, I may go so far as admitting that it was a due to a propensity in the major part of my teenage years to turn the other