Biography of sunnetra basu
Sunnetra belongs to the world of harmonious madness but a sensible listener with bundles of contradiction. She studied English Literature from Calcutta University and subsequently earned Master’s Degree in Human Resource Management from University of Wales. Currently employed as a Talent Acquisition Specialist with a management company.
Most of her works spring from personal thoughts and predominantly she writes in Bengali. But English being an international language she feels that her works should spread out to large scale of readers. She believes that her self-image is that of a cosmopolitan who is no less an insider than a long-term resident. In her poems we hear the unhesitant, unambiguous voice of a poet with a strong message.
More than an ardent reader, she is an avid daydreamer. She feels that there are perhaps two windows within that stay open and shut at different times. She lives with the two by trying not to think too much about the disjunction between them.
The poet has, never felt dislocated from her roots, never agonized over East and West culture.
Home, for her, is in the mind. It’s a secure place, despite the chasms of memory. Apart from scribbling thoughts, she shares interest in travelling, cooking & social networking. Admires writings of Pablo Neruda, Elizabeth Barret Browning, Romantic poet of 19th century, John Keats and Andrew Marvel, the metaphysical poet., Nirmalendu Goon, Shakti Chattopadhyay, Shakti Chattopadhyay, Kabita Singha, Joy Goswami & Yashodhara Roy Chowdhury.
sunnetra basu Poems
The lantern was pre-lit, dusky dawn on the glass- the smoke turns in and out, the burnt breath let that pass
The day is grey, a chilly wind Catch my breath as I walk slowly to the lake. Sharp stones crunch down beneath me As the rowing boat drifts gently from the shore
Silently soaring on fingered wings Twisting and turning and using the breeze Gliding above us he sees many things Side-slipping, diving and dipping with ease
Clotted swelling swathes of mist Grey opaque dense and fearful Slanted cascading streaks of rain Chill surging lashing and damp
Ode To Back Old Days
Another season of the year Is now upon the earth and me; Another spring will light these hills— No other spring mine own may be:
If Only In Dreams
If only in dreams. Once I get past the white caps of reality, I dive.
A table for one please waiter For I'm here on my own If I'd known he wasn't coming I would have stayed at home
I Trade Everything For The Sake Of My He...
Many people said; live your life to the max. Others said; put others first, then put yourself second. Some people said; you live once in a lifetime. Others said; be nice to anyone around you, no matter how unfair it might be.
Is it an endless expanse of never ending emptiness That stretches into delusion as far as the eyes see? Or is it a proof of togetherness the tiny water drops show, That unification leads to untarnished empire,
Wish I Lived There Still
I have seen the death certificate - died in Islington Workhouse 1914 Dead toes under starched sheets A name in copperplate - a plumber in Angel Court Inside my veins I carry the blood of people who walked here before
Silently soaring on fingered wings
Twisting and turning and using the breeze
Gliding above us he sees many things
Side-slipping, diving and dipping with ease
His beady eyes pick out his prey
Above the ridge he starts to hover
Making minor adjustments for the wind on his way
He swoops on his victim without any bother
The vale of Cwmystwyth is far down below