Sukrita Paul Kumar
IN SEARCH OF MEANING-I
I am not an etherised patient.
The moon whispers to me,
something might come
out of my nothingness
like the complete circular wetness
out of a bubble exploded
on a dry, blank state
***
My poems
are the
epitaphs
of experiences
that died with me
***
When the root
lifted itself
as a flower
to face the sun bravely
it started raining
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THEATRE
The child was born with
a piercing cry
A guilty smile rose
on the mother’s face
The baby will grow
Get closer to its end
Will grow to its full
and then
Start shrinking
Another one on the altar
Life
is a performance
of
Sacrificial rites
***
IN SEARCH OF MEANING-II
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Notes
All poems and paintings copyright ©Sukrita Paul Kumar
A well-known poet and critic, Sukrita Paul Kumar was born and brought up in Kenya. She was formerly the Aruna Asaf Ali Chair at Delhi University. An ex-Fellow of the Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Shimla, she was an invited poet at the International Writing Programme, Iowa, USA & Hong Kong Baptist University. Honorary faculty, Durrell Centre at Corfu, Greece, she has been a recipient of many prestigious fellowships and residencies. Her recent collections of poems are Country Drive, Dream Catcher, Untitled and Poems Come Home (with Hindustani translations by Gulzar). Amongst her critical books are Narrating Partition and Conversations on Modernism. Her translations include the book Nude, poems by Vishal Bhardwaj and the novel, Blind. A guest editor of journals such as Manoa (Hawaii) and Muse India, she has held exhibitions of her paintings. Many of her poems come out of her experience of working with the homeless, the street children and Tsunami victims.
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