Articles by Gopal Lahiri

Poem

Gopal Lahiri was born and grew up in Kolkata, India. He is a bilingual poet, writer, editor, critic and translator and published in Bengali and English language.

"...Exposing the fault lines, And the conversation with it,..."

"...The silvery moon and dusty night Run dry along the shining pavements..."

"...Open the old envelope On the depths of time..."

"...Feeling impassable cold hard reality..."

"...sinking deeper and deeper in the whir of death..."

"...You come from a place where moon swifts to mirth..."

"...Cloudless evening holds promise..."

"...the pigeons flutter their wings..."

"...handshakes are denied by sealed iron door..."

"...Each cry is now an artifact of eternity..."

"...Every musical note, even the abstract holds its silence..."

"...Trees are already on their knees to greet the breeze...

"...I think night is the right time..."

"...I hear people cry and hurt just like I do..."

"...in a summer the breeze that closes the windows..."

"...I see moments that seem motionless..."

"...White clouds are forming and reforming above the river and the distant town..."

"...Morning rays give birth to freedom and hope..."

Mid-winter presents...

"...see things anew in a long river running..."

"...dense forest, now a clean-shaven look, bullish real estate..."

"...write seven alphabets under the eyelids..."

"...in a world where words are woven like tapestries...

"...I often rechristen my days..."

"...I will sing, not knowing which raga or lullabies..."

"...Between wreckage and resilience salvation lies..."

"...I stare at the broken columns and pillars..."

"...The sky is featureless, the light spreads like a stain..."

"...blinds filter sun light descending on the jacaranda tree..."

"...a marriage of rock and fluid..."

"...only the moonlight understands..."

"...with these hands I smear colours -- mauve, scarlet, pink..."

"...a visual delight..."

"...I want to write in dusty pages..."

"...I touch the darkness to feel the night..."

"...the sense of sinking in the shifting sands ..."

"...the leaves are filling a doorway..."

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