Subhankar Das

by Horror Sleaze Trash on June 7, 2011

Subhankar Das is a writer, publisher and film producer living in Kolkata, India. He has publishd fourteen collections of poetry in Bangla though his most recent collection The Streets, the Bubbles of Grass, is published in English by his arts collective, Graffiti Kolkata. He has translated Allen Ginsberg’s Howl into Bangla and is the editor of the stark electric space…, an anthology of international experimental writing. He has produced six short films and owns a bookstore. His blog can be found here.

Subhankar Das
54 Jatin Das Road
Kolkata 700029

Animal Farm 2 — Remixed

We are left with nothing, the dew which remains
Are enough for this animal farm
My body does not even have any crevice or folds
Where I can stay and hide alone

But why, I am always there for you!
Who are you?

I observe her shadow the reflection of her flesh
The infant-like darkness
That has no complain
The silence stops awhile like sleep

If rain can mesmerize that garden one day
O, the faithful, that garden, close your eyes
If it gets burnt out, die,
Still keep your eyes closed

Dreams won’t touch you, I know
Still when I wake up I shudder
Fearing the lethal touch of dreams

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