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GOPA BHATTACHARJEE, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Gopa Bhattacharjee
Flight of solitude

I took a flight, I don't know why
over the hills and valleys.
To be with you in solitude
I am so exhausted and weary.

Hummingbirds sang songs for me
the hawk was vigilant too.
I knew I lost my peace of mind
I felt so gloomy and blue.

So I took the flight, I don't know why
over the seas and oceans.
Wind cleared the sky, clouds stood by
Seagulls flew.

"There is no such thing as far away "
This truth I already know.
You are my peace engraved within me
yet I feel so low.

So I took the flight, I don't know why
above the humans below. 




Kolkata

Ceaseless rains fall on your heart
like a rhythm creates a lullaby
my city, my whore, my beloved
serenity found in your abundance.
Chimes of the day, redolence of night
from tea stalls to coffee shops
pride of the Ganges, lovers Shangri-La.
Every minute seems to challenge,
existence of human rights.
How many poems did I compose?
How many letters did I write?
How many moments have I tried saying goodbye?
Every desolate minute I turned around,
you embraced me with open breasts
My city, my whore, my beloved
In you, only you, I found solace. 



Profile:
Gopa Bhattacharjee is a bilingual poet and an entrepreneur,  a totally romantic poet who still loves the first shower of monsoons, eighty’s Hindi songs and maacher jhol bhaat (fish curry) cooked by her mother.
Her two poetry books “Unturned Verses” and “Thirty Birds” were inaugurated in Kolkata International Book Fair 2020 and 2022. She has been the featured poet in the much acclaimed Poetry film ‘Kolkata Cocktail’. National and International journals have published her verses. She has attended several poetry events all around the globe.

Gopa Bhattacharjee (Children's World)

Gopa Bhattacharjee

Sting of a bee

Summer afternoon.
Sultry weather.
Wild wildflower bushes.
Children playing hither thither
few sitting to relax.

A bee suddenly stung
my left arm
a pang of stiffness 
red swollen
a gush of pain
a sudden attack.

My children surrounded me
faces full of concern.
suggesting what to do
what not to do
applying water mixed with lime
to eradicate the poison
assisting solace and comfort.

But I felt miserable
seeing the bee lifeless
fallen like a valiant mother
in front of my feet.
I said, “Look its dead
when I should be the one instead".
Desperately trying to find its other companions
I knew it was protecting its offspring.

A flash of Ezekiel's 'Night of the scorpion'
A sudden realization 
A feeling of great relief
As I mumbled
" Thank God it choose me and spared my children". 

 

Bio Note: Gopa Bhattacharjee

Bilingual poet Gopa Bhattacharjee is born and brought up in Kolkata. Though being an entrepreneur, she is passionate and enthusiastic about weaving poetry relating to the realities of lives and diversities of nature.

Her two poetry books Unturned Verses and Thirty Birds were published in Kolkata 2020 and 2022. Her verses have published in various national and international magazines and journals. She is the leading actor of the short poetry film ‘Kolkata Cocktail’. She has been the featured poet at the American Consulate, Tata Kolkata Lit Meet, Russian Consulate, Latin American Consulate, Nagar Kirrtibas and many other cultural meets in and out of Kolkata.

Book Review: ‘Unturned Verses’

Unturned Verses

Author: Gopa Bhattacharjee
Zahir Publication, Kolkata, INR-190/-
ISBN:978-81-945164-1-5

Reviewed by Gopal Lahiri

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Walking through Love and Light

A gateway to a stream of thought, poetry can provide genuine solace, shed light on the human condition and a sense of connection. It can be rooted in fact and at the same time blends ideas and imagination. In her lively debut collection of poems, ‘Unturned Verses’, Gopa Bhattacharjee digs deep into the bottom of the heart that seeks new and revealing perspectives to the contemporary world. This delightful debut collection is painted with many shades of nostalgia and history, laughter and sadness, sunshine and grey clouds.

Poet’s heart is attuned to the changing patterns of the society and its surroundings, its landscapes and seasons, its sorrow and malice, its dream and hope. Furthermore, the poet is not afraid to be inventive and her choice of words is not only shaped by the language but also the traditions of love and light. Her strength is ease, clarity and simplicity, nothing very complex. Weaving simple words with finesse, she writes,

Gopa-Bhattacharjee
‘Just give me one moment.
To love you.
to caress you.
To make you feel the eternity.’ (Give me a second)

Ampat Koshy, an eminent poet and critic, has remarked, ‘Her poems are simple and straight outpourings of the heart-no artifice or verbosity. They are nostalgic and laced with love. One feels like revisiting them, again and again, to know more each time of the poet’s inner life.’

For Gopa Bhattacharjee, poetry is not a ripple induced by currents but an echo of life and outward journey that explore the events and tremors. She writes in a way that is emotive and endearing, showing how simple yet significant human relationships are, infusing her poems with tender details while never taking her eye off the inevitable endings that are interwoven into human destiny.

Gopal Lahiri
O Life!
Come to my house.
Don’t forget to bring with you
Intense hope,
Trustworthy love and
Honest happiness.’ (Rangolis of Life)

A majority of her poems offer a tempting excursion to the collective identities, memories and myths that runs like a river and keeps breaking its own banks. There is a nod to the myths and history that connect people to their land and which shape their sense of time and destiny. Her poems are earthy, witty at times and expressive against the backdrop of daily events ‘And the false promises of true love,’. She does here what all good poets do, startles you with a reminder, even a simple one, and even with a loose-end.

What did I leave behind?

Just a few half-burnt cigars
Scorched at the dead-end of nights.

The half-peg whiskey
No one to share till the early morning. (Forsake)

Not that vision is always hermetically sealed, nor always the poems are precise, yet her works give a visual aroma, aesthetic commonality and a desire for life.
Each poem is compelling in its own right. But when the poet goes deeper into the lower depth, her poetic voice is a delight. One of the poetry’s most appealing elements can be the right choice of the words keeping the essence close to the heart. 

Frankness and sincerity are her hallmark. Tender, carefully drawn images reverberate through the following poem, lightly touching the strings of consciousness and joy amidst the constant noise, textures and vulnerability of the surrounds. One longs for melodically more elaborate and something more imaginative, less prosaic and it’s here,

Let’s love as dove’s love.
Hidden in deep nests, inside the forest.
To dodge from human insanity.
In the search for Truth, Godliness and Beauty. (Let’s Do It)

Poetry makes us feel certain emotions and think about things differently in our life or in the world or that make us laugh. The poet’s eye may be drawn to all manner of cultural detritus, but she is often able to find emotion and significance. At face value, some of his neat and precise poems are light-hearted and even funny to read, but weightier questions lurk below the surface. As they say, ‘Poetry releases us into our own custody’. When poetry communicates as well as this, it releases not only the poet but the reader too.

What was that I often felt?
Touches of your fingers on my coffee cup.

What was that I hastily saw?
A strand beside my pillow’ (This September)
 
The poet treats the poems like a canvas, filling it with layers of careful detail; engaging shiny lines and moving word play. Most of her poems in this collection feel contemporary and chockfull with sparkle. Showing an astonishingly formal and emotional range and a soft voice, her emotive poems make us defining the unspoken pulses and shapes of life. Elsewhere, there is a discreet sadness.

Every stone was moved to be beside you, my love.
But why did you leave mine unturned
It falls heavy on my heart,
Stricken and broken
I cannot move. (Heavy Heart).

Gopa Bhattacharjee has a talent for taking the uneventful ripples of life and converting it into lyrics. She unveils an existence that is not necessarily simpler for being clear-eyed and candid. The following poem is an elegant, deeply felt meditation on the power of love and humanity, hopeful revolt against despair, releasing the new forces of assertion and optimism.

Your compassion
Has liberated me
From my body.
To such an extent,
That I have fallen
In love with
Humanity. (Purification)

Attuned to the shifts in perception, the poet presents a much warmer face and conjures a set of profound reflections of echoes. The poems are at times infused with a haunting sense of pathos and made appealing by its uncompromising empathy. It is apparent that the poet has something inside that never permits her to give in when going is no longer sufferable.

I can feel
The pain that the earth feels,
Seeing innocent human souls filled with,
Mistrust, hopelessness and deceit.

I can feel
Why can’t you? (The Pain)

Santosh Bakaya, a well-known poet and critic, has remarked, ‘Despite her confession that poems don’t knock at her door anymore, we have some of the most exquisite, sublime, nostalgic and evocative verses between the pages of this slim volume of poetry. Long after you have finished reading the book, its fragrance refuses to leave you, clinging to you like the fragrance of first love.’

The poet excels in adopting the conventional form- its imagery, its language- makes it her own. This allusive and assured debut, is fresh, clear and convincing and drippingly atmospheric. You don’t need a key to unlock any secret or any hidden message. Her poems are always on the side of a life while the surface details are sensuously, vividly immediate, the language as fresh as leaves after the rain. She reimagines romance with refreshing originality.

To dance to the rhythm of mridang
Rustic dream from rustic soil re-sprung.
Love here is
Eternal.
Endless, at last. (The Rhythm of Mridang)

‘Unturning of Verses’ is an affectionate and at times startling poetic account of the ordinary life which captures both the individual moment and the long perspective, evoking a tear with the laughter in the threads of love. There are poems of every hue, touch and tenor, portraying the personal universe. The result is intensely wide-ranging, a demonstration to poetry’s power to reimagine and remake.

The cover page is impressive. This debut collection is a pure joy to read and reread and definitely a worth buy.
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Bio:
Gopal Lahiri is a Kolkata- based bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 23 books published mostly in English and a few in Bengali, including four joint books. His poetry is also published across various anthologies as well as in eminent journals of India and abroad. He has been invited in various poetry festivals including World Congress of Poets recently held in India.

Memoir / Essays: Finding Bibhabati Devi: Queen of Bhawals

Gopa Bhattacharjee
Gopa Bhattacharjee



"Are you sure my friend belongs to our anti - family? The Bibhabati Devi family?"

When my uncle confirmed, I had goosebumps. He is my friend, and been beside me during the most difficult phase of my life. How can history repeat itself?

In the present Gazipur district in Bangladesh, the Bhawal Rajbari stands as a testimony of time and history. This Rajbari (palace) has been a silent storyteller of several incidents. The Rajbari is built over acres of land surrounded by huge walls even today. The Rajbari belonged to my ancestors the Bhawals of East Bengal.


While in Uttarpara, Hooghly, a part of West Bengal currently, the huge zamindar pattern house that I often passed in my dad's car during my childhood days to go to my mama bari (mother’s maternal house) in Seerampore is the house with whom our ancestors fought a case for 14 years. It seemed unbelievable, it still does. My friend, a relative belonging to the clan of Bibhabati Devi, lives here.

Well, we belong to families that fought a famous case for 14 long years against Bibhabati Devi. The famous Bhawal Case which is still referred to in the context of modern day court cases. We were on the side of Raja Ramendra Narayan Roy who was allegedly killed by the conspiracy of his wife Bibhabati Devi and a doctor named Asutosh Dasgupta. Later, a stark, bitter truth was revealed. That night the dead body bearers couldn't burn the Raja’s body due to heavy rains. The Raja was alive. He lost his memory and roamed as a Naga Sanyasi for almost 9 years. Later when his memory relapsed, he came back to the Bhawal estate for justice. He fought the case for 14 long years and ultimately won. Later, after six months before partition, he died and his descendants had to leave Bangladesh due to the partition. We belonged to his sister's side who supported the brother, the Raja of Bhawals.

I kept repeating one question after every story telling session I heard from my elders about our ancestors. What happened to Bibhabati Devi? Where is she? It was unknown to me for years. Whenever I asked my elders, they would shrug their shoulders and I would often find resentment in them. I grew up with a strange, unexplained hatred towards that family as stories were unfolding to us.

History remains under the soil; it's true and is excavated at the right time, when it wants. I met my friend through a common friend of mine and we never discussed about our past history of families. Suddenly, in a casual discussion with my uncle, I came to know that the zamindar house which belonged to my friend's ancestors is where the relatives of Bibhabati Devi live till now. I was absolutely awestruck. When we both came to know our family history and the legacy of our forefathers, we couldn't believe the intricacies, the enmity between two families that was brewing for generations. Here we both were facing the history of our ancestors, but after so many years as friends and not as enemies. We weren’t during that era and naturally, we both didn't know what would have happened. Would we still remain friends or enemies? It would have been like a script written like the famous Aamir Khan, Juhi Chawla starrer movie ' 'Qayamat se Qayamat taak.'

I was always curious about the lady whom history couldn't forget. She betrayed her own husband. But here I was in front of my friend who is still one person I would call in times of distress, in my desperate need for advice. One good friend, rare nowadays. He belonged to this Bibhabati Devi's family and they have their own history to reveal. She spent many years in this house near the Ganges in Uttarpara. I think it has changed my whole perspective towards seeing reality. But there were still questions that kept haunting me.


Should I probe further? Or keep history as it is? It still lingers my mind. Keeping in mind all that history has endured. I dedicate the following poem to my readers and ancestors.

Bhawals of Bengal

The old Banyan tree whispers to me,
"Come near,
A story is there for you to hear.
See this spot a hundred year,
An enlightened sanyasi with long hair
Came and sat your progenitor.
Villagers thronged with wonder in mix
Names from yesteryears surfaced his lips.
Followed his inquisitive relatives,
His sister recognized his eyes clearly
Despite the Naga adornments and ash's smear."
In Jaidebpur Palace was long-suffering
The Bhawal king amidst betrayal and poisoning.
His own Queen outlined the deal
Knelled news of death in Darjeeling.
"Time and fate bestowed on him a new incarnation,
The King was back for retribution.
He sought justice under the British Crown.
Twelve years of strong fight,
And verdict emerged on his side."
But now lovelorn, this magnanimous half-broken palace ,
Lay in ruins with sand from pebbles.
The banyan tree standing in his might
Questions my thoughts—
What is left of the Bhawals in Bengal?
What did they gain?
Acres of estate wasted, left unclaimed.
A storm arose, my eyes misted.
I saw my ancestors standing scattered.
“Its history that you hold as sand,”
they said,
“But our honour lives in you to abet
You are the progeny of a fearless creed.
Remember deceit falls quick as dominoes, even in dark.
Only truth withstands like a Bhawal Monarch.” 

 

Bio: Gopa Bhattacharjee, born and brought up in Kolkata is an entrepreneur by profession and poet by passion. She completed her Masters in English and has been a part time teacher trainer in CMTC for many years and also a lecturer in IGNOU. She has been the guest poet in many poetry meets in and around Kolkata. She is one of the leading actors and co-producer of ‘Kolkata Cocktail’, the short poetry film presented by ICCR. Her poetry has been published in various national and international magazines and journals and also in an anthology named ‘Muffled Moans Unleashed’. She has been the featured poet at the American Consulate, Kolkata Lit Meet 2020, Nagar Kirrtibas and many other cultural meets in and out of Kolkata. Her poetry book UNTURNED VERSES was published in Kolkata International Book Fair 2020 


Voices Within: Gopa Bhattacharjee

Gopa Bhattacharjee is born and brought up in Kolkata. She completed her Masters in English and has been a teacher’s trainer and a part time lecturer for many years. She is an entrepreneur by profession but passionate about writing poetry. She is enthusiastic about weaving poetry relating to the realities of lives and diversities of nature. She has a strong desire to reach out to the millions through her work, to make them aware of the art of spontaneous feelings. Her poetries are being appreciated in the social media and it is published in national and international journals and in an anthology named ‘Muffled Moans Unleashed ‘.

Silence in love

Have you ever felt the silent clouds?
Embracing the silent moon.
Hiding her each time he envelopes,
Her with his dark blanket.
Have you ever felt the silent whale?
Playing underneath the silent ocean.
Being killed by the silent harpoon,
Silently she undertakes the pain.
Have you ever felt the silence of the forest?
Silently the wind brushing through her.
Passing without even noticing,
Touching every chords of her emotions.
Have you ever felt the silence of love?
Silently very stealthily;
He touches your heart, mingles your brain.
Leaves you in a state of stupor.
I felt it once, when love entered my courtyard.
Silently whispering the reminiscence;
Of those lost embraces, lost pain, lost emotions.
But left me behind with the feeling that,
Silence has its charm too.

Moonstruck

Thou! Moon,
You shine so bright.
I know it's your birth right.
Your glow hits my eyes,
Like an arrow from a bow.
Please shine a little low.
I will take the kaajal from my eyes?
To smash on you.
Covering you with a blackish hue.

Stop.
Exposing my love's abode,
Under the soil secretly he lies
Hidden from the world's eyes.
Wrapped within our thoughts down low
Of passionate love, old memories that flow.
Don't you dare;
Reflect so brightly.
I will send dark clouds
To cover you slowly eternally.
*kaajal- kohl /soot applied as cosmetic in eyes

Good Mornings

The cup that bore my name
Was kissed by your lips
Every cold dampen mornings.
It was not the steam of hot tea
That moistened your eyes.
But the misty memories
That fell down as tears.
Take a sip my love
You will feel my warmth
Entangled in your tongue.
It will no more bring tears
But the sweet essence of
Our shared embodiments.
Voices Within - Complete List of Poets :: Setu, January 2019