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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Ami Prem-e Aro Hasi Chai

hasi maity-r jonno-


Morche pora
Pagla Heera,
Shomoy bujhi paltalona?
Sranto-olosh
Albertross,
Tai ki chhero nijer dana?

Krishno heere,
Tomay gheere
Jolche koto neon pakhi,
Jolche koto
Shonar pidim,
Konta feli konta rakhi?

Duiti hasi
Pashapashi
Ekti heera ekti meki.
Kolshi-r nyaye
Bhangle aamay
Prem debona tai bole ki?

Amritorupa Kanjilal also writes at Rivers I Have Known: Books, Reviews, and More. Please visit her there!

Monday, May 17, 2010


Din namcha-r anatomy
Aakash jure rokto bomi

Shohoj ruosh-e ghurche churi
Andha-mukhi, dhongshogami

Ar ekti raat bashor shajay
Ar ekta din haarai ami

Amritorupa Kanjilal also writes at Rivers I Have Known: Books, Reviews, and More. Please visit her there!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

to a commenter


Buno Mainak said...
"good,intense,tight but cliche.overused words and images crowd together....we want sum freshness from ur pen,dear"


Your constructive criticism
Does not help me grow.
I am a rodent size person
With a whale size ego.

Treat this as an entreaty
from a much pampered friend.
If you like it, exaggerate.
If you don't, pretend.







Amritorupa Kanjilal also writes at Rivers I Have Known: Books, Reviews, and More. Please visit her there! 

Friday, March 12, 2010

For Almond Eyes




I try to write
Inside my head.
I play with words all day.
I paint with them.
I sing to them.
But I cannot make them stay.


I tried to write
Of castles built
With matches, cards and strings.
Of hours spent
In slow regret,
And blowing perfect rings.


I’ve tried to write
Of why I sought
A downward curving smile.
And how we interred
A girl who dared
To love with tasteless guile.

Doing the math
Of collision paths,
And vows that sound sublime.
And motherhood
Tied hand and foot,
Sneering, biding time.

Of all of me,
Together to be
A small domestic army.
Of words that scald
My faulty world,
And blows that merely scar me.


Of Almond Eyes,
And all the lies
I’ve told to get this far.
Falling in love
With a man I thought
I’d been loving from the start.

I’m trying to make
These words behave
The way I’m perambulating.
Words are all
I’ve ever screwed
(But that’s me, deviating)


Almond Eyes
I want to write.
That’s all I’m trying to say.
I want to write
For you, my love,
But you take my words away.





Amritorupa Kanjilal alo writes at Rivers I Have Known: Books, Reviews, and More. Please visit her there!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Regressing.




I’m the girl who does not care
If I’m gaining weight or losing hair
If my husband has a damn affair
I simply wimply do not care.

My boss is aloof & my colleagues are mean
Stuff in my fridge are turning green.
Not a single shirt is clean
I’m not bothered. I don’t care.

My boyfriend tells me I’m a mess.
I’m the cause for my parents’ stress.
My friends all like me less & less.
It breaks my heart. But I don’t care.

I know squat about corporate law.
Cigarettes are rubbing my trachea raw.
I cook bad enough to inspire awe.
I know I should, but I STILL don’t care.

So I turned fifty last week
So I’m getting wrinkles on my cheek.
So strangers tell me I’m a freak.
Do I look like I fucking care?

And my writers block is here to stay.
So the one thing I had has gone away.
And my first poem in months reads like juvenile crap.
And it doesn’t rhyme, by the way.





Amritorupa Kanjilal also writes at Rivers I Have Known: Books, Reviews, and More. Please visit her there!