Author: Lopamudra Banerjee

Scream

This poem of Lopamudra is her strong protest in solidarity with the children/infants, who have suffered the onslaught of rape and sexual abuse. Come to me, moondrop, in your clots and blood,  Let me see you as the world dishes you, In gory, titillating snippets of morning news.  Come, sit in the dark room of my […]

Born into Brothels: An Ode to Sonagachhi

This poem is Lopamudra’s poetic tribute to Sonagachhi, the red light area of Kolkata, and the children of the sex workers there. It’s a continuation of the series of poetic pieces based on the significant landmarks of Kolkata (after College Street and Prinsep Ghat), exclusively for Different Truths. Listen, the shell of the black sky breaks, its torrents […]

Prinsep Ghat

Lopamudra presents a series of prose-poems or short vignettes in blank verse based on certain long-standing images of Kolkata, and the US. Here’s the second one of the series, ‘Prinsep Ghat’, exclusively for Different Truths.   Some days I am just a rusted yellow, a drooping, crumpled mess, the waters lashing on my eyelashes, a heart-rending tale. Some days […]

College Street

Lopamudra presents a series of prose-poems or short vignettes in blank verse based on certain long-standing images of Kolkata, and the US. Here’s the first one of the series, ‘College Street’ exclusively for Different Truths. Don’t yet know what to call you. The stealthy beams of light shining in my streaks of new grey hairs, or the black […]

The Scab

An intense love poem by Lopamudra. Crush me like old dust between your palms, Let me burn in sulphur flames amid those burning grains. I want to die, the last humdrum embers. As you scratch my skin to purge the hostile juices, You remind me of childhood and make-believe clichés. Let me be the scab, […]

Sleep

An evocative verse for her muse by Lopamudra. Let my muse hide in his blanketed darkness. There are slumbers to attend to, Nourishment to tend to, Tastes to be brewed in sleep Far more enticing than my rickety poetry. In the deep dungeons of words and stanzas Where I walk around, nude, barefoot, Itching to […]

Of Fathers, and Daughters

A dedication on Father’s Day On the occasion of Father’s Day, this poem is Lopamudra’s small dedication to the bond that her daughters share with their father, her husband, and to her childhood, that comes back, in spurts. What are those tender hands that wrap around the dense, hairy chest? What are those lush gardens of milky […]

The Communion: A Reverie

Here’s Lopamudra’s poem, dedicated to her mother. It’s a soulful dialogue between a daughter and a mother. (1) Where have you been all these days, mother? I have been counting my days, nights, weeks, months, Squinting inside cold rooms, peering out of windows, Trying to believe this high intensity of truth, That all is there, but […]

Incandescent

Here’s an evocative poem by Lopamudra, celebrating the many layers of a woman. Shining on, the incandescent flame of her body And being, resounds in scarlet dreams. Her shadow, a silhouetted canvas etched On the door from where she ascends, Burns slowly in the flame as she Waxes and wanes, melting with the flame. The […]

The Murky Rain

In an innovative sonnet* form, Lopamudra unveils the agony of a girl, her loss of innocence.   The little girl slices through the deep blue blush; the rain tears the clouds asunder Beneath the flickering street light, her thin frame bursts in a hungry deluge. Moored in the murky edges of the city, where the […]