Are you Going to Scarborough Fair?

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Photographs / Photo Art

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Shrimoyee Chakraborty

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Because I love you, You come riding through the sands, Because I love you, You are born.

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slow walking in paradise, among mist and starshine.

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JHARI MARA

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Notes - II

2010-06-27T02:15:00.007+05:30

Notes - II 1. Abrupt breeze Inside the heart Of this tungsten evening, Voices of love Across time’s storylines, Supergod breathes upon the ellipse Of your memory Lunar triangles awaken now. 2. The noiseless call, The white opera, I hear. In the temple of the Buddha, All be free, In his electric house, All be music. I hear. In a violet cadence, The hills throb. 3. Night and

Houses

2010-04-24T11:57:00.000+05:30

Houses - for U. Shining inside a forest, Your eyes capture the night, Sight and dream look for home, on a wild terrestrial adventure, Sky maps unfold in your song, New villages come alive, We speak of the universe, and it's fresh dance, Your body once more, an orange factory of truth, my words are sore and clever, Sit softly on the stone, It hears your

Piano for S.

2010-04-13T03:46:00.007+05:30

Piano for S. Eyes kissed by sunlight Doors open beyondthe third horizon You carry love in your lunar bodyYour body of rainbow, silence and piano My nails slowly turninto white seahorses Sounds of water water water water sound water Earth magnetscalling the goddessin beauty, loveand sapphire stones. Grey nets of love. Jewels on yourgentle, naked, electricbody Heart of lightHeart of

Somethings - another experiment in controlled surrealism

2010-04-05T00:56:00.003+05:30

Somethings - another experiment in controlled surrealismRose waterlovers sandseye scapeLove healOttoman movementLove maniacOrpheus affairDeath noseSpirit jazzcosmo casattacircular navelPort PhallusDrums flutesfire healwho Theyangel jazzPotter khayyamRuben Carterdave matthewsBeckham JesusLove potionso what? !

~ hyacinths and the science of protons ~

2010-03-05T17:48:00.005+05:30

~ hyacinths and the science of protons ~Earth's angels in love. Dancing. Landscapes melting. Raining. Flight of the queen. Protons inside my navel. A science of beauty.Leap. Reveal. Kiss me deeper. Movement of the tongue. Life. Before. Afterwards. Stretch, stretch your arms. Action. Ghosts again. Lust and fish. Caught inside endless suns. Set free in magic and prayer. Trust jazz. Mountains around

The Covers for my book

2010-01-30T01:29:00.003+05:30

Hi everyone, I had a plan of publishing my first book within Rs. 30. Seem to have done that! Here are the covers. Of course, in print it looks a little different, more like college notes. The book is completely home-printed. It is my humble protest against the establishment.Sold some copies at the Kolkata book fair last night. If you want to buy one, please write to me at mostpeculiarman@

Words to a Poet

2010-01-14T01:44:00.013+05:30

Words to a Poetred real.blue unreal.In your breath, time sings.sometimes you are a rider among the hills,your horse brown and honey.sometimes you weep in forgotten dooryards, your feet cold and loveless.sometimes you are dawn's gardener.red real.blue unreal.In your eyes, winter is a white room. ~Now again, the piano in the old room, awakeninglike a tigress.and revolt of the pink soundsin your

Song Upon a Crazy Duck

2010-01-03T00:18:00.003+05:30

Song Upon a Crazy Duckyou didn't quite like it that I called youthe crazy duck.well, even now when I think of it,I get the feeling that if we were sitting together,you would suddenly stop being humanand quack!you explained to me a wayin which they mix apple and ganja,I found that interesting.The kiss was almost biryani;take that froma mughal with rastafari inclinations.now let me tell you,that

A Memoir in Orange

2009-12-24T04:12:00.005+05:30

[Pict: Courtesy Varnica]A Memoir in Orangerainbowabove the islands,a little girlis an explorerinside your dreamslanguage meltsinto another languagetime melts into another timelove meltsintoanother question,liquid questions aftersunset.And so we race beneath the sky,all of us. We don't hold hands.The little girl's memory melts too,her time is now an island.and friendssend their songsfrom orange,

Last Poem of Love

2009-10-07T01:35:00.002+05:30

Last Poem of Lovesoul in the sand,lipswithout voicelast poem of love,inheartbeat blue.swim through this diary of watersounds,and an old fragile fragrance,last poemof love,in village green.this tree and that wind,mistand binoculars,keepmy love in atoms of ricelast poem of love,in ceramicwhite.you are running again.not even a poemneeds too much love.

Non-poem to a Baul

2009-09-08T01:38:00.002+05:30

Non-poem to a Baul so you speak of a different wine, you say there is nothing like it in this world, naturally, I suspect you speak of something divine - this intoxication that makes you sway; but when you pluck the dotara and cast your voice at the skies, like a gambler of the stars, does the different wine lose perfume? must you retreat to the snaky

Dante Another Time

2009-07-19T02:15:00.002+05:30

Dante Another Timeand then, as the afternoon was cleansedin prayer,I heard beneath the earththe despair of wolvesI saw Dante in chains,crawling like a snake,betrayedby the demons,his language turned to dust,he crawled without a chancehis eyes without light,and his voice without music,at his sidewas a blind rat with a fake promise in its clawsand all aroundwere the neon liars of time,and Dante,

Letter to T.

2009-06-28T13:37:00.005+05:30

Letter to T.words appearlike rusted knivesout of storage roomsfriend from an age of blue irises,do my wordsseem strange now?woman or a dance,or poet of the evening,have you grown any older?do words from old poemsgive you an uneasy shiver,at times?and why are we talking of wordsso much,why are they celebrating painin theiranimal hearts,and calling it art?let us be silent instead,remove the

2009-06-20T17:54:00.000+05:30

To write or not to writeThat is the only question.

Dice

2009-05-24T01:54:00.004+05:30

Dice1.daybreak and your leaf voicesaltand snowsirens from a childhood roadfeather and snowI'm still there, queen.2.doors of silence,a child calls me rain poet,walkthe map may changewhile yousleepmeltare you still looking for answers?3.distant moon.we are sitting in the rain,girlwe are singing, unafraida dice is spinningin the airgirl, you are weepingand your grieftakes the trees by surprise, and

Roses for the Madhouse

2009-05-07T11:16:00.005+05:30

Roses for the Madhouse1.night of bells and soldiers,circles drawn or imaginedin blue lightmy laughter spreadsfromdream to dreamlie down by my sidein this valley of soundsand listen to my confessions,coveredin sand and rose.2.naked or in ornaments,the prayer looksfor a waythrough flowers andelectromagnetsthroughthe ruins of our strange affairthe prayerlooks for a wayto remove the dustof