O
Can go anywhere as soon as I hear the call
I wait for it to reach me
I think, in the name of worship
The offerings you put on the feet of veneration named fear
They don’t whisper any calls in reality
It’s like standing at one side of the door
I am trying to open it from the other end
Intellection
The road merging inside after a random stroll
I go in its direction
A salty city licking away all the pleasures
While no direction is clear even as I realize my existence
I fear. Palm is full of artistry…
If by chance my eyes get opened, I too will become blind
O
Wall is a matter to talk much later
First I need to know something about the field
Soil speaks up, what’s called a field?
The one standing solitary?
The universe seems void after listening to these questions
Ancestral
Becoming our house by building the bricks
Leisure lying on the ground momentarily
What I know as foundation, you are the masonry of it
The room is birthed on it, that light
We could not learn to remember. That’s why clouds formed…
You came cloudy, as you have arrived, come
Let’s be windows & doors in series of complexity,
Become wind. Let future dreams, guilt drench in raindrops
I shiver. Sleep is drinking water after waking. I take a look
It pains me to observe the nurturing of the ruins
I am growing into the father of an ancient house, by building bricks
Debabrata Kar Biswas was born in 1982 in Kolkata, India and has a Master’s degree in Bengali Literature. He works as a senior copywriter in an advertisement agency. He has published several books of poems – Shree Gopal Mallik Lane, Chhaya Theke Andhokar Naame, Santaanguchchho, Bhaaber Ghar Arir Ghar, Bichchhed Brahmo.
Hindol Ganguly is a reader, writer & translator. He earned a Master’s Degree in Statistics & works in Deloitte India as a Senior Data Science consultant. Hindol’s writings & translations have been published in several magazines. Recently he has completed an 18 month long translation project on Greek poetry during Austerity for Aparjan magazine. He translated Nobel laureate West Indian poet Derek Walcott’s poems for the magazine KabitaDihi. He likes trekking, photography, cooking & sports.
