The narrator’s fond relationship with his grandfather, whom he used to address as ‘Granna’, flashes before his eyes, as he rushes to say his final goodbye to him. Anupam pens the poem.
When a short trip home comes to an end and the narrator’s brother begins to pack his bag for the return journey, he realises how much his family still means to him, despite the differences and distance. When the man notices his brother’s sorrow, he gently reminds him how deep bonds of blood run. Anupam pens a poem.
With great expectations, a man and his wife leave their son to a foreign land so that he can fulfil his dreams. When he settles down there and nearly forgets them, the father writes a letter to call him home before it is too late. Anupam writes a poem.
As a man recalls his escape from struggle and penury, he is able to see relics of a number of good things he has unwittingly left behind while hastening his way out, things which make him reassess his choice of escape. A poem by Anupam Patra.
The guilt of betrayal throbs like a wound, ushers withdrawal and carves a path of endless wait for deliverance for a man. However, as time passes by, he stops looking for deliverance because he learns how immune his guilt is to justifications. Anupam writes the man’s story in verse.
Anupam’s poem is a lament, a call to the people of a country perceived to have potential for greatness but ridden with flaws that forever keep that greatness a dream. Out of many such flaws, this poem focuses on our inability to overcome differences in geography and mind.
The sleeping face of his daughter prompts a man to recall certain flaws from his past. He fears that life may recover his debts from an innocent soul and finally clamours for atonement while confronting his insecurities about the future and in the process trying to fathom the nuances of retribution. A poem by Anupam Patra.
This piece is an ode to the bold, pleasant and lively years of Anupam Patra’s youth when his choices were yet to be driven by mundane conveniences. Often, the discipline of adulthood sparks reminiscences of those impulsive times in him. When the vibrant memories of his young days swim to him, a comparison between what was and what is becomes inevitable.
Anupam Patra sees his city as a person with a soul and a character. He writes of its beauty, ugliness and shortcomings and of its consequence on his own identity. He confesses that his city is messed up but he still has reasons to call it home.