Contents: Poetry and the City (Issue 60)
Contents: Poetry and the City (Issue 60)
Posts tagged ‘Poetry and the City’
Dec 26
Editor’s Note: Poetry and the City
By Sayan Aich Bhowmik
Not only do we have poets addressing the glitz and glamour and the neon-lit airspace of the cities, we also have poignant expressions of the loneliness and the solitude that such a life brings with it.
The City Never Sleeps
By Ritoshree Chatterjee
Neon-signs, parrot-green prostitutes rise –
Office-cubicles, ghosts, dust, skyscrapers rise
Mud-jargons, brittle-boned city-slickers rise
Only our shadows shorten each day.
Exit Route
By Amit Ranjan
I had wished this curved road may manifest often
To fly through my exclusive clouds
And so it did, with elephants in the sky
And unearthly sunsets
And I exited completely once to swallow
An ocean whole.
This is a Dying Street
By Malini Bhattacharya
Six days’ pounding
And the house is dust
A farrago of wood bits and metal
Counting Breath
By Bhaswati Ghosh
Once, during August afternoons,
when monsoon licked the
city's streets silver, the air
danced wearing jamun
ittr.
Bahadur Shah Zafar Marg
By Maaz Bin Bilal
Opposite the college stands in the middle of the street, a monument unremarked, unnoticed, unremarkable, unglanced. Colloquially called Khooni Darwaza, the Bloody Gate
Bahiragata
By Sumana Roy
I’ve watched you like I have this city –
like a mason without a job,
pairing without repairing,
knowing that I was only
laying roads on water.
Ruins of the Metropolis
By Aditi Dhabe
And it’s quiet,
a thumping of sorts.
A man stands outside a shop window and I bang open my apartment.
Café Dissensus 