Fleeting Senses

Wind up Bird Chronicle

Siddhartha Hajra — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 12:21:13 +0000

Mood Indigo

Siddhartha Hajra — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 04:21:56 +0000

heavy

Siddhartha Hajra — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 14:14:21 +0000

– a vertical drop, receding walls, ghumer gari playing on the headphones

you who never arrived – rainer maria rilke

Siddhartha Hajra — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 16:18:45 +0000

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me–the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods–
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house–, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets
that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps
the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…

rainer maria rilke

Prakashye – Proshongo Jounota 1st Edition (Human Rights Edition)

Siddhartha Hajra — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 15:53:36 +0000

The first edition of Prakashye (a magazine on sexuality and human rights issues, published by Pratyay Gender Trust, Kolkata) is out and available at their offices and soon will be available from various other outlets. It was launched at the Kolkata Book Fair 2011.

Price – Rs.10/-

It is also available online:

http://issuu.com/prakashye-prasanga_jounota/docs/prakashye-proshongo_jounota

that lucky old sun

Siddhartha Hajra — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 18:58:56 +0000

Up in the mornin’
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin’ to do
But roll around heaven all day.
Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat till I’m wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun got nothin’ to do
But roll around heaven all day
Dear lord above, can’t you know I’m pining, tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do but rol around heaven all day
But roll around heaven all day
Send down that cloud with a silver lining, lift me to paradise
Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

Queen of Heaven

Siddhartha Hajra — Fri, 26 Nov 2010 18:10:31 +0000

every morning
the bus whirled past the lake
the weather was cold
the windows shut to keep warm
all eyes were set upon the lake through the glass window
cell phones were out,cameras were ready
it was touristy yes
but i had to feel safe, like a tourist

outside there was a beauty that everyone knew was special

…it was unanimous, this need that gripped all and sundry…

to photograph beauty of a very fleeting kind…
i only wished there was no glass between us..

love is kashmir, queen of heaven…

this was a cliche once, and now i suppose its only nostalgia.

Siddhartha Hajra — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 06:57:21 +0000

i saw lines, bylines, one followed by the last
in a trend that i thought was long past
they didn’t linger much nor fret, for they were never meant to be read…

That Brief Visit to Agra

Siddhartha Hajra — Fri, 12 Nov 2010 02:34:59 +0000

Departures

Siddhartha Hajra — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 08:32:54 +0000

Bangalore, 23rd Oct ’10.