09 Jun


[ad] We came close only to move away. Our fingers stopped to tear with only the last petal, Clinging, limp, to the stalk .Dark red, forlorn. Though the conclusion was known , we didn’t conclude. I see you at the stand, my window stopping in front of you. The light goes red, perfect timing? Still, our eyes don’t meet. For once, I didn’t chant that silent prayer which always made you catch my eye. Do you call this getting along with life? Poet: Abhijit Chakraborty Dated: 8th June, 2006, Kolkata [ad] [Read more ...]
28 Apr

Pygmalion and the Statue

[ad]  [From Ovid's Metamorphosis, translated by John Dryden] Pygmalion loathing their lascivious Life, Abhorred all Womankind, but most a Wife: So single chose to live, and shunned to wed, Well pleased to want a Consort of his Bed. Yet fearing Idleness, the Nurse of Ill, In Sculpture exercised his happy Skill; And carved in Ivory such a Maid, so fair, [Read more ...]