gatherings lost in known thingsโ men, women, children, by time or willful wish, split into pieces. eyes filled with glistening sadness, pouring pearls, turning edges roundโ lips wearing forever-frown. an echo of sighs and woes, wrinkled skin like a crumpled rug, torn and battered from blows of time. scarred hands and a face carrying dead…
My country still churns poetry out of mutilated migrant labourers.The skeletal remnants of a metropolitan do not stir the nationโs conscience.Death lies snuggled in the palms of my state,destruction kneaded on the cold skies.Humans lie like scattered petals on roads and roofs.Artistic stimulation for some.Ghost buildings are standing like cardboard boxes,perforated by the needles of…
Many of us are wandering the earth, accomplished in many ways, capable of fulfilment at points, but with a fundamental wound that stops us from becoming who we might be: we donโt quite know who we are. It isnโt, of course, that we canโt remember the basics of our biographies. Weโre unsure around two things…
โThere are some things that canโt be explained in this life,โ Menshiki went on, โand some others that probably shouldnโt be explained. Especially when putting them into words ignores what is most crucial.โ ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โHaruki Murakami,…
Dear Father, Whenever I have recollected about you, my heart has burst into an impending longing, my eyes deluged in clueless tears and my face sank in familiar grief. Never ever has your persona visited my memory with joy, maybe this inevitable tragedy befalls every mortal; memories cannot be separated from nostalgiaโa reluctant feeling to…
Today, I write to you from a faraway land I don’t know when my words will reach you, If you’ll get to read my letters or my songs. I hear rumours of men marching towards your city Men with guns and laathis and power; Power that controls us, tortures us, leaves us powerless in our…
Photographs and text by SANGBIT SAMADDAR Alone in the walks of life,The lonely soul decidesNot to die, but to faceLife in all its hardshipsThe lonely soul wanders.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โAnto Thermadam โLonelyโ is perhaps the only adjective which can be drawn to this remote place, Takherghat, in the district…
There is an element of hope imbibed in wheels. As one of the greatest discoveries, wheels are essential to survive. Without wheels, life would be hardโ if not impossible. For a while, there were only wheels of terror moving in around the Valley. Slowly, to survive, wheels of the hapless and poor began to move…