MOBILE - POEMS/mPoems

MOBILE - POEMS/mPoems

COMPILED BY SOUMITRA ROY

anywhere and anywhen one is able to create one's own poetic diction pressing the buttoms of mobile phone  -  this is mobile-poem. this poem is mainly the poet's creation of any lonely moment. this poem has two chief features - the poet can write the poem in any situation and the poet can convey his poetic message at once to the reader. i wrote a series called ePoems namely ani@love.in in 1999-2000. there the poems were as short as sms. but those poems were imaginary. mobile had not been used, 

and it could not be conveyed to my reader at once. but now it can be realized, i can discuss it in the next issue. this issue consists of mainly some original mobile poems and many co-operative poems. these were written in the last rainy season. co-operative poems using mobile phones have a different spirit, different taste, as evident here: 

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mobile poems by soumitra roy

mobile-poems :: 1

from the eyes of the fish sailing upstream the swamp 

rebounds the joy of being a lower class just like us. 

how to keep in mind that some other eyes hide 

themselves beside the wamp for an opportunity. still 

now.

17 June 2006

mobile-poems:: 2

the wet crow an a post sitting with the smell of a dead 

fish in half shasow and half light. the wet cloud and 

its wet shadow under it, can not weaken the certainty 

and the solidity of the post, just as it can not prostrate 

the wet crow. it has its touch of life in its 

fixedness and stability.

17 June 2006

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mobile-poem by soumitra roy & soutik hati

the dream of the koi-fish

every notch of the date-tree offers a koi-fish to search. 

the fish wanted to get near a cloud. 

a hightened dream. it soars much higher and comes to the end of my garment 

for receiving a gift. it thinks about the  depth of the water. 

the pungency of its vacant eyes co-exists with every notch of the date-tree.

19 June 2006

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mobile-poem by subhashis gangopadhyay & soumitra roy

before the season of autumn

the vain has touched the hand in the depth of blue. 

the totality of the vapours are in the search of their wings. 

this shrabon that hawks poisonous abuses-gets thicker due of the hard wind. 

that hand holds a large amount of 

tall grass wiyh white flowers. 

before the season of autumn. 

it touches the paddy in the fields. due to the flood. 

the bites of the river. flows over the broken bridge....

21 July 2006

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mobile-poems by rudra kinshuk & soumitra roy

rings in the rain

the kadam-tree is getting wet. the flight of a bird 

in its humidity. that flight makes me homeless. who 

knows the darkness where birds fly to. 

or in the light. the leaves of the tree receives 

the rain drops. it makes a strange but regulated 

rise and fall in the music-the music that strikes 

me through the window of this bus. 

no flute. of lord krishna. only melody.the darkness 

under the clouds. every leaf of  the kadam-tree gets it. 

every branch. due to the rainfall. due to the flight of 

birds. all these remain chaotic in the rain. in the 

sound. with the sound. the ants are supervising the 

skin of the tree. grass. earthworm. the earth due to 

earthworm. the conversations that are rent asunder - 

still rings in the rain. avoiding the noise of a bus - sound 

of  its horn-as if a scream- rings in the arrow of my heart. 

a sari- wet - torn-getting dry. getting sewed.

the harrowed land

i request you, simple bokul, 

to get wet in the simplicity of  the rain ceaselessly. 

i am only waiting for him. 

a palm leaf protects his head from the rain, 

a wooden rod in his hand. he just comes whenever he has a fancy for me. 

miry harrowed land - there he plays skipping with a rope. 

two bullocks. busy harrowing the land. 

two tails - they kill one of two flies or gnats. i see. i see his going away. 

still his departure brings some clouds for me.

 i am just a piece of fire in the heart of that cloud. 

just burn myself.

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the entire section is translated by anupam mukhopadhyay