Poetry

তোমার ভিতরের আলগা ভালোবাসা
অচঞ্চল ঔদাসীন্যে একটুখানি ক্ষয় লুকিয়ে রেখেছে,
আমি ও উপেক্ষা ভোর-না-হওয়া আলোয়

Amitava Nag writes poems and short fictions in English and Bengali, his topics mostly veering on the sub-alterns and an individual’s denial of the system.

Amitava Nag, a software engineer by profession, has been writing on films since his college days and edits the bi-lingual film magazine Silhouette

You stand tired
in the boxing ring -
the man who bites the dust
down on the floor,
is me,

I take up the hammer
Strike on its head
The last metal nail shoves

A wistful plea of a lover addressing his last heartfelt words to his lady-love

A wistful, romantic poem depicting the essence and fervour of Jhulan festival in India during monsoon, a festival celebrating the divine love between Radha and Lord Krishna.

I never asked you to wish me luck, or, to hold my hand

They call your name
In the dark I cry,
For how long, do I remember?

No longer active Yet never dead, she lies still. The winter afternoons short and crisp dry but smooth – I take her up and nurse in my palm.

There is boredom in the bordello filled with broken fragrances of waiting gun powder and desolate embers –

Three wistful poems about remembrance, forgetting and memory by Amitava Nag.