By Rochelle Potkar
The poems in Oindri Sengupta’s ‘After the Fall of a Cloud’ seem to drift through devastation, levitating to new hinging of metaphysical abandon.
Tag: Poetry
By Suranjana Choudhury
In making for himself a claim to write, the poet constantly negotiates with all the conflicting emotions that writing offers. It is the same with loving. Readers profoundly experience this truth, and that is enough.
By Annapurna Palit
The Rainbow is a recurrent metaphor in this collection and colour overrides Chakraborty’s poetic vision. Death, violence, loneliness, love and hope are represented by images of colour that glide slickly through the verses.
By B. Gopal Rao
Reading Jhilam’s poetry is an aesthetically satisfying experience since it is the product of a highly imaginative mind and sensitive soul.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
The poems in The Fern-Gatherer’s Association bring together ideas, images, associations, endowing the known and familiar with a dreaminess that fills the senses.
By Gopal Lahiri
Kavita Ezikiel’s latest poetry collection Light of the Sabbath stands out for its sheer promise, clarity and startling originality that lingers with you for a longer period. We feel a powerful sense of connection in the end.
By Sanjukta Dasgupta
This is a remarkable achievement and one hopes many more of Alokeranjan Dasgupta’s volumes of poetry will be translated by Sreemati Mukherjee.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Usha Akella’s volume is a wonderful addition to the oeuvre of feminist poetry by a major poet of the diaspora.
By Dustin Pickering
Sanjeev Sethi’s verse is tedious and tricky for the novice reader but delightful for contemporary readers who enjoy challenging poetry.
By Gabriel Rosenstock
Prime Minister Modi,
Do you really believe
That Fr. Stan wished to assassinate you?
By Gopal Lahiri
Basudhara Roy’s ‘Stitching a Home’ is no doubt an important collection of poems, one to applaud for its beautiful craft, its display of skill and its light formed of longing.
By Gita Viswanath
This Land This People contains translations of more than hundred poems by seventy-one Rajbanshis poets, a marginalized community within the already marginalized and mistakenly homogenized population of the Northeast.
By Umang Kumar
what need of ceremony,
when the ritual of life
is over?
By Nayyar Hilal
In the Dal water has turned to blood –
I tried to write with it but
my hands are trapped in barbed wires.
By Sunil Sharma
We are the fodder, the 99 percenters, for the one percenters of the world – chants the massive crowds in the old public squares, the world over.
By Ashley Tellis
I wanted to trace the veins on your forearms,
lick your pallid skin, hear your blood gurgling
through the green trees across your chest, barely covered
by that tight shirt, its buttons bursting.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
What comes out clearly through the poems in the volume is a keen eye, of being able to look beyond the obvious, of reaching out into the known and the unknown.
By Quratulain Qureshi
So, while we pray for your olives of Filastin to flourish,
We ask you to pray for the olive of Kasheer to wither.
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