Introduction Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

What would you like to know about me?

Should I say

I keep my eyes and windows open

Even on cold winter nights?

Because Nights intoxicate me like women

Holding a curved knife, which is

The Moon made of ice

Ready to melt into my glass

From which I drink

And forget

That I have been drinking thorns and stars alike

For ages...

Yet I never cried...

Nobody heard me, crying...

Yes...these lonely nights have made me

Laugh in the day time, let me stand without support

And in return I have promised her my blood...