How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I’d like people to feel that my poem has touched them inside , make them think that there are no winners or glory in war .
How long have you been writing poetry?
25 years
Do you have a favorite poet?
any poet that stirs emotions and thoughts within the reader.
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I would like someone else to voice my poem someone who can add the emotions, the horror and the feelings that I’m trying to portray, I’d like more people to hear my work.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I only write poetry.
What is your passion in life?
people humanity, fighting injustices and unfairness in our world and society.
In this particular contest, contestants were asked to write a poem about ‘Society’.
I think the title of my poem ‘Slyme’ says it all. With the use of satiric humor and rhyme (Dr. Seuss’ style), the central message in my poem ‘Slyme’ is the inevitable human defeat in the race against time and technology. The poem also reflects our degenerative, dystopian society. Yet no matter how disturbing or how sad, one has to look at the realities of our society with humor. I use the word ‘Slyme’ and ‘Slime’ simultaneously to create an impact both visually and mentally.
How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would love people to roar with laughter but to also discern the hidden meanings in the poem.
How long have you been writing poetry?
I started writing poetry at the age of eleven.
Do you have a favorite poet?
The brilliant poet, storyteller and illustrator, Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss) inspired me to write the poem ‘Slyme’. I grew up on Dr. Seuss books and I admire his zany, nonsense words and his insatiable rhymes. Under the surface of his works there is deep meaning and he conveys this so artfully.
One of my favorite Dr. Seuss quotes:
“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
When poetry is read aloud and expressively, it resonates as opposed to silent reading. I am so impressed with the theatrical talent of Wildsound’s professional actors.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I write novels, short stories and poems. I have written the first book of a trilogy and I am busy writing the second. Aside from the trilogy, I have several new books mapped out in my head I want to write a play too. I have attempted a one page screenplay and although I prefer to be a novelist, perhaps I will be brazen and write a full length screenplay one day.
How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
When we communicate with cyber friends, does it engender more anxiety and loneliness.
How long have you been writing poetry?
Four years
Do you have a favorite poet?
Alexander Pope
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Interesting theme.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Published three books, a biography, a novel and a collection of short stories. New novel on the way and another collection of short stories. Short film, 1916, Souls of Freedom to be screened at Kerry Film Festival in October. Screenplay, Old Bones has been performed, this month, by Wildsound festival.
Oh callous generation
That would not even allow the dead to rest peacefully
In there sweet dark grave.
Now, they party on us,
They sit on us to gossip.
Our graves are now meeting places
For secret lovers, even at nights, without fear
Their children now excrete on our dusty faces
And also quench our thirst with their acidic urine.
They cover us with their stinky rags
And also lampooned our epitaphs.
They show us no respect, no fear.
They don’t pay us homage again.
Our protection don’t count anymore
Yet, they call us wastes.
We too have silent talks down here
But they distract us by throwing phlegm.
They turn our graves into beds
By spreading their bed bug infested mattresses.
They brood and fart expressly into our decayed mouths.
This age evicts us anyhow
As they greedily exhume us
And transfer us from grave to grave.
Or leave us there
For the government to lay roads like mats
For their vehicles
To accelerate on our decomposed bellies.
Find your glory littliest soul
Fill up your senses with these splendor
In every heartbeat of yours
When you do,seal it to eternity
For when you are old and weary
Incarcerated by emotions
You will find great delight in these, the greatest joy your soul can cherish~
For life is fleeting & frailty will knock your door soon
But, little one
Don’t let your dream escape
Like a curdled cloud
Lock it in your heart
Nurture your dream
Keep your glory alive
For when you’re old and weary
Sailing in the wildernesses
Consuming the air of perplexity
They will be your hope
They will regenerate your dream
Young and lively once again~
Like the first return of joyful spring after harsh winter~
You will find happiness once again~
Tis my thoughts for you~
Till then littliest soul~
Find a reason to smile everyday without holding
Back~
Rest in Peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.by Sinjini Sengupta
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I can’t say why –
But have you not noticed too?
That,
Decembers…
These days..
They got colder
Colder than before
Colder than ever
colder in a different way?
It is a chill of another kind –
Oh, it is! It is!
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It pierces through you in your sleep
It travels down your spine;
It makes you feel angry
and helpless,
Beyond, words can reach.
You shudder and you thank,
Because you are alive,
and because you could die!
And you cannot decide
To be selfish or to cry?
Or to turn your neck aside
And pretend it’s still all well?
Perhaps, you can’t think any more
Oh, so do I!
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But you cannot but still wonder
What if she never became
That legend, that name,
That crusader, as they say!
But then, she would still be
Sipping into hot coffee
On a chilly winter night
With friends, or just like that!
As her Mom would
Perhaps,
Rub coconut oil to her hair
Or complain, like ours do,
When she’d get home late again!
Oh, trust her when she says,
She never asked for a new name!
But then, we gave her one!
So that we don’t forget.
That –
We could still not decide
And,
Still not find our way!
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“Rest in peace, Nirbhaya. We will not.”
(In remembrance, Jyoti Singh Pandey.)
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Flash backs caused by a back flash through a camera lens as the butterfly knife performs a Ballarat parawet, yet no actual reversal of time.
There is no 1.21 giggawatt flux capacitor and doc emmit with a Shelby to correct The past ,and that’s fine.
Only my unlikely future endeavors have formulated in My brain cell chemistry lab of hope, That resides in the entire non-motor anterior region of the frontal lobe.
My beloved cerebellum triggers emotions,
that makes me curse the brain stem responsible for sending air in and out of noses.
I’ve jumped springs to get to this level of chemical imbalance beams where one slip has lead to a plethora of broken dreams without a team to applaud my losses, and a artificial brain is no substitute worthy enough to stop the referees forfeit.
You see A thousand cuts wasn’t a form of Lingchi torture It was My unconventional way to release the endorphins that powers my euphoria.
Cuddos to my insanity for finding a way to clear my vision as I travel on the road that will eventually lead to my suicide.
To the untrained eye a push up of the skin could make one weaker.
To the trained eye a push up of the skin could bring strength in the presence of a self mutilation seeker. Bravo brain, Bravo!
Because you are the most remarkable feature,
In the anatomy of this creature.
Giving oneself enough sense to take its own life when the fire surrounds the steeple, and that is why i I love you.
I love you so much I would like to saw the skull That covers you, pull you out, look at you, kiss you and then smush you.
She closed her eyes to see the reflection of her soul
The love left some darkness
Hopes left some scares
Expectations left some memories
Her tears shine her soul
Until her tears dry
She feels smile on her soul
Her heart-beats talk to her soul
She dissolved herself
She wrapped herself
Lost in the time
She loves her loneliness
So many questions without answers
So many answers search their questions
She reads herself
Her emotions
Her feelings
Her very thoughts
What she found is lost in time
What she lost is found on her soul
The beauty of tears
The smile of darkness
“Is this a sin to be alive without him?”
She opened her eyes
Saw her soul in front of herself
Her soul whispers
“It is a blessing for you, as he left you.”
She gathered herself and smiles….
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