sarita jenamani

sarita jenamani Poems

They gather in the cemetery
and decorate their beloved graves
enlivening the deadened memories,
dust the epitaphs off
...

The darkness deepened even more
In my veins sinks the night
Slowly the stillness pierces
a knife into my heart.
...

They depart
And more houses sink
into darkness
The street shrinks a little bit more
...

New Year 2015


One year is added
...

5.

The window does not open
to destiny
It opens
to the fatigued face
...

sarita jenamani Biography

Sarita Jenamani (India /Austria) was born in Cuttack, Orissa. She studied Economics and Management Studies in India and Austria. She writes in English, Hindi as well as in Oriya, her mother tongue. She is the author of three books of poetry. Her poems are translated into many languages. She has been published in a number of anthologies and international literary journal including the prestigious PEN international. She has translated Rose Ausläner into Hindi for which she received a scholarship from The Arts and Culture Division of the Federal Chancellery of Austria. She received many writers fellowship in Germany as well as in Austria including ‘’Künstlerdorf Schöppingen’’and Heinrich Böll foundation. She was awarded with the prize of Kultur verein Inzing in 2006. She took part in various literary festivals both in Austria and outside Austria. Presently she is living and working in Vienna. She is a member of Austrian chapter of PEN international.)

The Best Poem Of sarita jenamani

Epitaph

They gather in the cemetery
and decorate their beloved graves
enlivening the deadened memories,
dust the epitaphs off
to get a proper reflection of
Subtle pain in their eyes
They light up candles
to locate the sorrow
hidden somewhere in their hearts

I have nowhere to go today
I look up to the grey sky
and try to feel the warmth
of my father’s eye
His grave exists nowhere
but in me
and I am his epitaph

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