Amlanjyoti Goswami’s poems rivet into atmospheric heights

POETRY EDITOR ANANYA GUHA’S NOTE:  Amlanjyoti Goswami’s poems use language deftly and tersely, at the same time the images at times build up into the surreal, even the uncanny. One is left with a feeling of disturbance, loneliness and seclusion. Goswami’s poems rivet into atmospheric heights, and at the same time plunge back into reality. Three wonderful poems here.

Resurrected

 

Suranjan’s morning twitter

Is steady as an

Ol’ friend

Who remembered something

Like a cause unjust

Drizzling news of a

World gone awry

He tells me its time to

Wake up

 

By evening,

New news is born

Spring too does not stay long

All you need is a good night’s sleep all you need

Is a good walk

Says the good doctor

 

As night shelters all in its wake

The lost and found and all the

Little people

Even you and me and the

Strange midnight cat that climbs a sudden tree

As if it were the way to heaven.

~

After argument

 

How often

One looks for a missing

Screw to fix the

Puzzle

That never was.

 

One is perhaps one too many.

 

Look around.

Last night’s lightning

Left no shadows. Leaves fall

Wet and beautiful

 

Mud muddles

Paint sky.

 

All dangers cleared.

 

The breeze behind,

Hinting how there’s still time

                      To find a world

In this one.

~

 

Birthday Wish

 

My kitchen burns brinjal

Keep the white warm and savoury.

On the table, tenga with tomatoes swinging

A tampered cricket ball,

In the blazing sun.

 

The clink of bells augurs a new day

Someone just born, just again

While the house flows argument

Like the giant river

Sleeping nearby

 

The priest has another appointment

In the evening

When the sun goes down the river barge

Where the beer is free and

The gods welcome no new customers

 

One more injury inside, the head

One more one more insult to the day

The rest of the day will not go in

Waste will not go in waste

 

I go scratching among the shambles

For a fallen coconut. It missed me.

 

A stone’s throw. Monkey smooth.

Cucumber salad. Name the day.

Bake me no new cakes today.

Light no candle for me.

~

Amlanjyoti Goswami’s poems have appeared in publications in India, Nepal, the UK, Hong Kong, South Africa, Kenya, Germany and the USA, including the anthologies Forty under Forty: An Anthology of Post-Globalisation Poetry (Poetrywala, 2016) and A Change of Climate (Manchester Metropolitan University, Environmental Justice Foundation and University of Edinburgh, 2017).  He grew up in Guwahati and lives in Delhi.

Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha works in the Indira Gandhi National Open University, Shillong (Meghalaya) as an Academic Administrator. He has over 30 years of teaching and administrative experience. He has six collections of poetry and his forms have been published world wide. Some of his poems are due to appear soon in an Anthology of Indian Poetry in English to be published by Harper Collins.