POETRY AND MONEY

Great realization on the day of 23rd April 2017 

     

      1.      Poetry = Poetry

      2.      Poetry + Poetry= Poetry

      3.      Money is a subset of society,
      And Poetry is three-dimensional space in society, 

            Money is not equal to Poetry

    

      4.      Money + Poetry = Poetry

      5.      If Money = Propagation of Poetry, then Money = Poetry 

Paintings and Poetry with painter Dwijen Gupta who is now a PARKINSON’S DISEASE PATIENT , and poems by Asim Kumar Paul

 When I have gone to Painter Dwijen Gupta’s office at CIT ROAD, Kolkata on 05.04.2017 to give him the 1st copy of the poetry brochure THE SIEGE (first delivered to me by the printing press as off-print copies) containing 3 paintings by Mr. Gupta and 3 poems by me on them, to honor him, I came to learn that Mr. Gupta is a PARKINSON’S DISEASE PATIENT , and I got hurt and returned, and afterwards I am invited to attend the exhibition, organized by PARKINSON’S DISEASE PATIENT’S WELFARE SOCIETY, KOLKATA totally on paintings of Mr Dwijen Gupta. 

COVER PAGE OF MY FIFTH POETRY BOOK ON RAIN, PUBLICATION DATE STILL UNKNOWN

Note: Cover page has been changed and it is in the YouTube at the link
          http://youtu.be/alzLTtAyP94 

POETRY ALBUM BRACING THE SPINE

Cover page of my 4th self-published poetry book

After returning from hospital

She once said

“I cannot approach for death,

I have just to return to my life.”

Then she goes for taking rest

She goes with start to cry

That she has lost such vigor

All her recognition violated.

All her thirty two years of marriage

All her generation thinking

All her work for home and husband

Lying on cinder of unwanted invaders.

“I do not want to flee,

And tell all invaders that

Sanctity of my bedroom not to be violated

System of my kitchen room not to be rubbished.”

All her wishes are dismissed

In the firmament of generation wilderness

Liking of elderly generation’s work still moribund

Yet she lives with pains.

Poet Kapardeli Eftichia has translated the poem POETRY ALBUM BRACING THE SPINE in Greek 

FIRST CRITICISM OF POETRY BOOK, Three Poems

First criticism of my first poetry book, THREE POEMS, by Abul Mazan, published in a small literary Bengali journal, AMRITALOK-104, (ISSN 0971-4308), in its June 2005 isssue, edited by Samiran Majumdar, Paschim Medinipur, WB, INDIA

WE WALK WITH POETRY AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

We walk with poetry,

We move in light of poetry

In life, like stars. 


Note: Ms. P. Nagasuseela and Mr. P. Gopichand are two intelligent masters of organizational capability, conducting this International Poetry Fest at JKC college, Guntur, AP, India, since 2008.

2. Prof. Pornpen Hantrakool of Thailand helped me to get this picture. 

THE POETIC BLISS – AN ANTHOLOGY, INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, AP, INDIA

Poetry, beloved images,

Printed pages are beauty of words

Companion of life. 

POETS AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST – 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

Assembly of poets,

Colorful vision round the creation,

On the earth, life’s dewdrops.

I AM NOT A POET

I am not a poet in poetry survey,

I am in dispute, for writing poetry,

From the avenues of life to center of thought,

I am common of commons on receiving solitude,

As I have nothing to offer -

I cannot offer charms,

I cannot offer dreams,

I cannot offer social justice or support,

I cannot bring hope in my words,

I cannot make resonance in word-rhythm,

I cannot make sweet music on prosody,

I cannot move one in enjoyment, in sense of love,

I cannot make a journey as a little jewel,

That holds the tameness for reading my poem,

Yet I write to hold my acquaintance

With the world that is divine on its love

For what exists on its surface as object,

And I want to learn from every object,

I want to cheer existence of all objects here,

And I want to find my way to word in word,

Those are new to me, and I do not hear earlier,

As everything on this earth

Supremely exists, even in loneliness.

LOVE AND POETRY

I am still learning the word, love,

I am still learning the word, poetry,

I am still learning what to write

On love and on poetry,

And get a combination of two words

Into relinquishment of becoming a poetry,

On way to ensure love of my dear one,

With the presence of texts and contours,

She comes in my dream,

Sometimes in her beauty of natural attitude,

I have seen an angel over music of forms,

I have to travel in search of words

For useful content of understanding of beauty,

Life is full of act and ideas,

One is existent of one’s self,

And it is a place

Where love and poetry exist

With promises from heart,

I am still learning what it is about love,

And when poetry become meaningful to

Sweet melody of mind, to touch to my loved one.

She comes in accordance with her nature,

She wants to make a history,

In love’s theme of speaking aloud in verse,

And asks me in common parlance

To hold her hands in her wishes,

Following through thrills of two words, love and poetry.

Note: This poem is first published in discussion of my poem, MY LADY BEAUTY, at literary group Writer's Cafe' in linkedin.com