Author: Deeya Bhattacharya

Desperate Lies

An intense soulful poem by Deeya, in Different Truths. Always come to me in desolate nights when I speak the language of salt in the sea; of charcoal madness of brine in my hair the distant cry of a seagull on foam   Oh! Come on, the years spilt on your shoulders and breast of […]

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Missing on a Weekend

A bold prose-poem of Deeya, in Different Truths, set in the urban settings and sensibilities of the 21st century. Weekends are subterfuges in love, desire, pain. They are the extra toppings on the platter of life. Primroses bloom on Saturday evenings. Cigarette stubs flood Saturday evenings. They lie on ash-trays and etherise them. Mouth-watering delicacies arrive […]

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A Love Story

Here’s a poignant prose-poem on love by Deeya, in Different Truths. The intensity, pain, and sensuousness come alive in her poetic lines, “She safely carried it in a china bowl, her marshmallows of love…. Her vagina created history.” The futile weather-beaten pen failed to portray the agony she had been through. The tangerine sun took […]

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Apala of Sonagachhi

This is a poem about the plight of a young girl, Apala, who was forced to work as a sex worker in Kolkata’s red light area, Sonagachhi. Forced into sex slavery there is no escape for her. Based on a true life incident, this poem, by Deeya, lays bare the sordid exploitation, in Different Truths. […]

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Devi: The Demon Slayer

In this poem, Deeya invokes the demon slayer, who with thousand hands slew evil and darkness. An evocative poem for the Durga Puja special feature, in Different Truths. With thousand hands she would rise a slayer of darkness through the mystery she would rise she would rise she would fight death through thousand thundering tongues the […]

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Devi

Deeya opens our eyes to the dehumanisation of Devi, the girl and woman, who is sadly powerless. She is killed in the womb, is deflowered. She slaves to earn her bread and dances at a wayside bar. A poem for the Durga Puja special feature, in Different Truths. The sun is a bit lazy today its […]

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The Attic: Reliving its Story

An evocative poem about the attic from Deeya. Robbed she stands, bearing scars all over her putrid skin; dust-settled fungi-smeared; stale from the air over yester-years *** Each morning the segregated sun parades into the still air, raucous  with the gnawing of termites for  the fond warmth.  A hushed figure  steals into the captive air, […]

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Those Lips you Wear

This is a kind of Rhymester poem that came to Deeya in a certain delight seeing the lips of someone who’s very close to her. She was taken in by the colour her friend wore on that day. Give me those satin lips lips that form prayers on stone in heart wrenching pain; lips that mould […]

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Escapado

An intense poem by Deeya. (From the Anthology The Rainbow Hues) Orange brawls and nude browns Vie, ripened sheaths of corn over the harvest stock mind’s harvesting complete, yellow aslant rays I wing and leave the green, slither, summoned in vagueness I stretch myself, while the Cormorant a white speck far, prepares for a flight […]

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The Alphabet of Love

An intense, erotic prose-poem by Deeya. Sunsets have stories to unfurl I guess – each sunset one of its kind – it’s the quiet lilt in the far horizon that does for me. Each time a new vista opens up – the auburn rays tilt into the womb of the ocean – bloodshed waters lapping […]

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