Tagged Under: Poetry

  • Graphic shows a multi-coloured word cloud in the shape of a star. The word cloud has been created with text from the poem that this graphic represents. The star-shaped word cloud is placed on a background with hues of red, blue and purple colours. The typeface used for the text in the word cloud is similar to the cursive handwriting of a child. Graphic credit: Pawan Dhall
    Mar '20

    A child’s plea

    By Ananya Kar

    The child in this poem is each one of us. Do we have the answers to this child’s plea?

  • This main graphic is a sketch of a person who appears genderqueer – they have flowing crinkly hair framing the face, stark wide open eyes with gracefully arched eyebrows, luscious lips, and a face outline that cannot be discerned as typically masculine or feminine. While the person’s sketch is in simple sharp lines of black and fills up the graphic frame, it is overlaid with abstract and flowing patterns in pink, yellow, green and blue, with white spaces balancing out the colours. There is a fluorescent touch in the riot of colours. But the person’s eyes seem to peer out from behind the colours and gaze at the reader. The sketch is drawn with pen ink on off-white paper, while the coloured patterns have been created with highlighter marker pens. The graphic has a thick border that works as a frame. The graphic is undated. Graphic credit: Anupam Hazra
    May '19

    Purdah

    By Rajib Chakrabarti

    Sniggers at androgyny are a poor purdah on our insecurities, says Rajib Chakrabarti I hope one day I'll tell the truth how I feel and how I look and risk...

  • The photograph shows a pre-dusk long shot of a public park with a walkway gently curving around a lake. There is an ornamental blue and white iron railing running along the edge of the walkway on the side facing the water. On the other side of the walkway are tall trees. The water is covered with large lotus leaves and flowers floating on the edges of the lake. The gentle ripples in the water are complemented by a cloudy sky and the serene trees that line the walkway. The walkway is made up of tiles with arc like patterns. Everything in the photograph seems to convey a sense of circularity or non-linearity. Even the linear spokes of the railing have a spiral design that adds to the overall effect of the photograph. Photo credit: Pawan Dhall
    Jul '18

    Badly bent

    By Rajib Chakrabarti

    Rajib Chakrabarti on the twistedness implicit in straightening out the non-linear Deprived of cakes we eat bread   and the drain inspector looks askance.   They believe we grow up...

  • This graphic is a mixed media artwork created with acrylic and pastel colours on chart paper and computer graphic software. It shows the image of a young person with closed eyes, dreaming of a blue sky. The side profile of the person is presented, and the facial features are such that the person could be of any gender. Only the bust of the person is visible, looming large above a train that is drawn with all details much smaller in scale. Black smoke comes out of the steam engine as the train chugs away. Out of the head of the person a tree with bare limbs grows out. A kite with its string cut dangles from one of the branches, while on another side there is a spool of kite string. The background is a musty blue and white, intermingled with the black of the smoke from the train on one side. Artwork credit: Siddhartha Sankar
    Jul '17

    How do you feel?

    By Suchetana Sengupta

    "How do you feel?" "Like a blue, blue sky and a train passing by." "Are you on the train?" "I'm the sunset. I painted the sky. He left so I...

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    Jan '17

    They woke up in the minute curves of my vagina

    By Aparajita Dutta, Shubhrajit Roy

    They woke up in the minute curves of my vagina, scared, flustered, baffled, touches and nightmares bewildering the reality; violation is THE rule, resist the circus, laughed the fool. The...

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    Oct '16

    Gogyohshi #2

    By Rajib Chakrabarti

    The poet uses Gogyohshi, a form of Japanese micropoetry, to express what he felt when he heard a man ridicule filmmaker Rituparno Ghosh soon after his demise in life and...

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    Sep '16

    A joke

    By Rajib Chakrabarti

    I know you think we’re the biggest joke; yet why do you suddenly put on a conscientious smile with a pleasant look, forgetting fear and hate? In this hate-filled air...

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