Shakti Chattopadhyay was born at Baharu village in modern-day South 24 the Hungry generation poets, which changed the course of Bengali poetry once. A popular Bengali poet and writer, Shakti Chattopadhyay has inspired many through his verses. DESIblitz explores some of his best poetry. Shakti Chattopadhyay (25 November – 23 March ) was a Bengali poet and writer. The Romance of Opposition in Shakti Chattopadhaya's Poetry, South Asian Review Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version .
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No more this arid field Of sharp stem of paddies, Harvested. Oh, my bloody feet Why did you labor On the crunched bed of straw To usher me in? Smell of rotten paddies, Green moss Fishy smell of sardines All my senses Are now cookie jars in your kitchen Now when I can't see The hands and feet Of limbless night Where have you brought me in? I can not see The hands and feet Of limbless night.
Moon stuck to the moon. Did not she know The waste of heart Is never to be? Did not she know Nobody knew her As much as I? Today the picture's wilted in the room Not like that twilight of monsoon Rain soaked flowers on the garden Melodies of Joy.
Still have that spot on your chin? Sudden urge To write to you Before journey begins for a new land Kept that key For all these years With utmost care. Where was his home? Night's waves only ramble: It is I, who never gave a damn.
Does ocean embrace Living and the dead Both so dearly? Who knows if Hemlock is the right drink Elixir's poison? Ennui inside intellect Grows day and night.
Night's waves only ramble: It is I, without a care. The body trembles from head to toe The wall meets the wall The cornice to cornice The pavement swaps at midnight 21 Time to return home Home inside home Feet inside feet Heart inside heart Nothing more. Cautious and thorough, Not like postmen who keep Losing letters of our luscious love. We drift apart Hoping for mails from afar Getting letters from further away Posting notes to past flames Moving away from our kins 26 We reveal our stupid greed We see us no more in the mirror We float bare in the moonshine, alone In the backyard of our suburban home We have not hugged for long We have not kissed for long We have not heard others sing We have not played with a crazy kid We slide into the woods Older than the trees Where leaves had left Immortal marks on the rocks We glide to a world beyond our own Seen the postmen in the forest of Fall Their yellow bags filled like bovine belly Picking up old letters anew 27 A letter floats away from another A tree never drifts away from another tree.
Rocks, rocks, rocks And water of river and sea Blue rocks turning red, red rocks blue Once only once try to love Store few rocks in your heart Rocks do echo When all tracks are slippery Pave the way with the rocks As nude rendition of a poem As rolling waves As glittered goddess of clay To walk to the door of the dim stars of Fall 29 Better to keep few rocks in the heart Never had a letterbox The gaps of the rocks doubled as such Some times, mind wants to build a home Rocks from the fishes' heart Settling in ours We need everything We will build dwellings Will erect a permanent pillar For a civil society.
O silvery fish You swam away spreading out the rocks Once only once try to love. The Train's here Get up and get in! Or else the Tiger will eat you up We jumped, crawled, rushed Towards the future carriage From the beast there To the beast here.
I am sitting on a tin chair in a seminar Reserved the next with my palm Hoping for one without a foul breath Clean, gentle, not a poet Not a dirty audience Nor a phony slob, moreover, Listens with both ears 37 No one listens here, Everyone chatters Nothing of heart No whispers In this seminar Sitting and nodding And shitting I am currently sad Lone and friendless They are calm, fragrant Sensible because they are poets Enjoy kneading flesh Enjoy?
He started indulging in a wayward lifestyle and drinking heavily. Shakti started writing in s, but is usually associated with the generation of poets in 's. Regarded with great acclaim in Bengali literature, Shakti is equally well known for his legendary bohemian lifestyle. Most of Shakti's. He was one of the founder members of the Hungry generation movement which started with the publication of a one page bulletin in November During Allen Ginsberg's stay in India.
These two poets are often referred together as "Sunil-Shakti" due to their friendship. Shakti remains the most famous poet of his generation.
Shakti Chattopadhyayer Kavita--Bishay. Samir Roychoudhury and Debi Ray had launched the movement in November from Patna where Malay resided at that time.
Acknowledgments Apart from the sensational popularity that Shakti Chattopadhyay has attained among the lovers of modern Bengali poetry. Prasanga O Prakaran''. Kolkata is ruled by four young men.
In the next thirty-two years. Singbhum district in Bihar now in Jharkhand where he was guest of Samir Roychoudhury for a few years and fell in love with Samir's sister-in-law. The World's Poetry Archive 3. Kuntal Chattopadhyay. In fact. O silence came out in However he left the movement in due to differences of opinion with the other members.
With Sunil. Together with two other friends. Death This ever-bohemian legend died on March These poems were written at Chaibasa. Awards In University of Calcutta.
Sumita Chakraborty. Hungry Generation Along with Sunil Gangopadhyay. The World's Poetry Archive 4. The neighbourhood lies in sleep with doors closed But I keep hearing the night knocking at my door. Are You Home? The World's Poetry Archive 5.
Amake Porao Shakti Chattopadhay www. The World's Poetry Archive 6. The World's Poetry Archive 7. Ami Jai Shakti Chattopadhay www. Atachora Shakti Chattopadhay www.
The World's Poetry Archive 8. Bagane ki Dhorechhilo Hat Shakti Chattopadhay www.
The World's Poetry Archive 9. The World's Poetry Archive Chhinno Bichchhinno Shakti Chattopadhay www. Choturdashpadi Kabitabali Shakti Chattopadhay www. Din Jay Shakti Chattopadhay www. Ebar Hoyese Shondhya Shakti Chattopadhay www.
Ekbar Tumi Shakti Chattopadhay www. I Can Go. The pyre logs call. The moon beckons. But Why Shall I? I think. I have smeared so much soot in my hands Never thought of you as you are - Now. I will rather turn back So long. But not right now I will take you along as well Won't go alone before time. I can go in any direction But why shall I go? Got to kiss a long one to my kid Will go. And bristles? Otherwise it slips through your hands And isn't there your loss or gain in this?
Even if no cooking oil is there. In the eyes of that man behind One has to reach out for some such example Of success. And if one is lucky to catch any shol Then.
It is the same everywhere in the world It has to be caught the right way.
In the first rains As mudskippers wriggle up with whirring noises And streams rush down from high hillocks To fill the pools. As there are ways and ways Or else life can't go on.
It's time now Simply to run over the lowly varieties of fish And seize them And gulp the fish down. Before the rains The earth dry and parched The naked backs of the boys burning in the sun Like the outside of earthen pots darkened In the smoke of burning sawdust While they desperately pat themselves on the back With wet mud to bring down the summer heat Trying hard -- And later Would come the inevitable rolling in the soft slime For this was not the time to use the usual Net-baskets of bamboo.
Over on the other side Their loin-cloth pouches fill with little jiyal Their hollow hampers full already Draining away water from one side of the pool Into the other half So they can grab the fish with bare hands. You could have been a shy mimosa creeper!
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