Author Archives: Suparna Ghosh

Dark Arts

Am I replicating my art or is it imitating me? Which came first? The question thrown in darkness was my moment of enlightenment. I realized with some glee that I had finally become a caricature of myself. Exhibition: Dark Arts … Continue reading

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Magic myth sound and rhythm of words

In my solar system, the sun is a mass of words, heat and life, force and destruction, construction and reflection of a cluster of planets, around which colours revolve in symphony and erupt on canvas. Courtesy: Natica Angilly’s Dancing Poetry … Continue reading

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Unlimited

it’s a monolith, thought the gull alighting on her shoulder a monument, mused the spirit whistling through her walls a pillar, whispered the wind twirling ‘round her limbs a village, revealed the crier surveying her space a forest, roared the … Continue reading

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Woman Of Stride

  With flowers her belly And buds her breasts Waves her legs And breeze her arms With the moon her heart The stars her heartbeat The night her eyes And rivers her dreams The woman strides Into the unknown   … Continue reading

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Ghazal

Lately I have heard a ghazal being described by some poets as a series of disjointed thoughts. They follow this up with free-verse poems of disjointed thoughts. This is not just a simplistic distortion of this centuries old sophisticated art … Continue reading

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Many a Moment Ago

Many a Moment Ago It was a “whatever happened to…” moment. Someone who had followed my “acting career” in Delhi once upon a time, asked me for an interview. Turned out the “someone”, Sharad Dutt, was now a prominent media … Continue reading

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The Pilot Light

the pilot light is still burning igniting decades of dormant elements I was borne by you my mind inscribed with words you whispered flesh imprinted with waves of your caress skin engraved by the ripples of a warm lake I … Continue reading

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