Monday 6 December 2021

Two Poems by Shaswata Gangopadhyay


 

Gigolo

I watch him from a distance-the young guy

Standing at Free School Street with a hanky tied to his right hand

 

Tall in height, he appears to be a sailor unknown

Upon his deep blue T-shirt glows a shining line :

'If being sexy is a crime, arrest me soon'

The girls beside measure him with an oblique look

Some of them lick their lips, as if it's storm in the wild desert,

Where snakes crawl with hissing sounds,

Such is the blazing pain all over the pores of the body

 

Halogen flashing, serially on the pavements night descends

As if with endless froths from the corks of champagne,

- The 'night' which is also a woman fasting,

Beaconing the boy from inside of a black car

And then, taking him in it, starts towards no destination.



The way Vincent Van Gogh thought


Was I born on a stone

with froth and shrub on my body?

Here and there those mine- workers

and pregnant women, who ramble

 

like shadows, a cane-basket and hair grip

they have left behind are symbols of depression,

when I think that way

my blood fluctuates like ebb and flow

 

One who throws towards the distressed people

strong ladders knitted with ropes,

I'll certainly reach near them

with my easel and colour-brush

 

Their wounded parts following my glance

are peeping through my drawings of sketches

just like a sun-flower growing solitarily 

and secretly in the womb of night.





Shaswata Gangopadhyay (India) : is one of the prominent faces of Contemporary Bengali Poetry, who started writing in Mid 90s. Born and brought up at Kolkata, Shaswata has a profound interest in travelling, adventure and classical music.

His poems are regularly published in all six continents through translations in different languages.

His book of Poems : Inhabitant of Pluto Planet (2001), Offspring of Monster (2009), Holes of Red Crabs(2015) and Rhododendron Cafe (2021).

Recently His ‘Selected Love Poems’ have been published from Cairo, Egypt.

 



 

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