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For the poets, a year begins with a new poetry and ends but with a new one.
It was a privilege to have had with us a dynamic and vibrant poet from Raurkela, Orissa, Dasharatha Naik. member of Calcutta Creative Confluence. He was welcomed by Bhaskar Jha with due respect. They assembled at Karunamoyee, Kolkata on 30th December, 2018.
All of them enjoyed the companionship of each other and experiential guidance as far as poetry is concerned. Nandita Samanta, a representative and inventive voice of Kolkata, read out her poem "Time Takes a Toll" , while Bhaskar read out "Heart Knows You Better".Their guest poet Dasharath Naik's glowing tribute "Death of a Poet" was dedicated to the Poet. On this occasion, Veteran Bengali poet Nirendranath Chakaraborty was also remembered.
With thanks to Calcutta Creative Confluence and also with a new resolution the poetic evening with the Guest ended successfully ,followed by a small tea party. A glimpse of the poems read out at this meet-up is presented below-
Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
sees nothing in mind
flow, almost frozen.
doesn't want be caught
in your heart's
cannot lie to your heart
knows you better.
evade the truth?
Why to lie?
is short, a truth
us in the circumference
2. THE DEATH
OF A POET (part)
*(c) Dasharath Naik
Now what he
will do in this world full of shrewdness
innocence all strangulated
strength of confidence
existence he finds fallen.
The cry of
his spirit reverberates but stays unheard
genuineness gone to sleep in the morning
laments without any caring soul to enlighten.
Time Takes A Toll
By Nandita Samanta
Some days I
don’t want to wake up
an alarm the body clock
my feet synchronised as a machine
with my shallow breathing
moving towards a monotonous regime.
to...all that means everything to me,
that they’ll result in no credit to contain
will they have any attention to claim.
have a brief conversation with myself
loneliness, my head buzzes with numerous questions
corridor suffocates with its haunting sincerity
the cents of my ever malleable
count the footsteps that really matters
countless to and fro stops, would anybody really suffer?
questions, bounce in the vacant abyss of my head
change if I’m dead?
On the wall
that looks empty, bare of any picture of me
soon one might be hung dutifully.
lonely, locked in the frame I’ll talk to myself
watch the chores being done by someone else
not the way
I liked, not the way had they been done.
someday their wrapping time too will come
As one is
indispensable...yes, no one.
beside me in one of the frames, for, no one forever remains.
4. A Poet Never Dies
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
(Poem dedicated to the Veteran poet who passed away recently.)
A life only
dies in him
regains a newer life—
In each and
every line of his,
reader always cries.
shine as a sun
peace and harmony
holds his Flag of Truth
'grave' where he lies
And a poet
never ever dies.
Article by - Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Phtograph coutesy- Bhaskar Jha
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