Anirban Dasgupta

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Anirban Dasgupta Biography

I was born in the small, sleepy, post colonial town of Asansol 250 kms away from Kolkata(Calcutta) in India. An industrial town with vestiges of what was once a post-independence, culturally awakened society, Asansol gave a refuge to my thoughts during the formative years of my life. Subsequently I moved to Kolkata in connection with my work and stayed there for almost nine years before moving on with my life and work to New Delhi. I can be contacted at this mailbox: adgworld@rediffmail.com I write simply because I have to. theres is no other explanation, no other way. For someone such as me whose full time profession also involves writing, poetry comes not only a relief but also as the gasp that escapes our lips when we surface from being under the weight of human civilisation for too long. Writing for me is not an expression, not an escape but the singular and most effective instrument of negotiating the confusion that tires my senses through the twenty-four hours of a living day. I love to write and need to write though I do not exactly recall which happened earlier. Please do go through the poetry as and however you please. Though created out of divergent thoughts and need for personal expression, any solace or identification that you may discover from these are a bigger gift for me. A word on grief: 'grief' is a very personal expression written about my mother who died battling brain cancer barely an year ago. A poem quintessentially about the helplessness of sorrow, 'grief' dwells on the few moments of interaction with my comatose mother who would revive momentarily to open her eyes before lapsing into eternal slumber once again.)

The Best Poem Of Anirban Dasgupta

Grief

We have wandered through the streets,
in flight from a destiny she decides;
in plight of a searing painless ache,
in search of a home outside her four walls.

Her eyes call us back to earth
and he spurns us through the lightless streets;
grief overflows in fruitless tears
as she awakens to lifeless mirth
to depart smiling from doorstep greets.

[In loving remembrance of my mother who died suffering, with a smile]

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