Three Poems by Kaushik Barua
Photos
I scroll through photos
and the single video
He comes alive
with every viewing
When I close each file
he kills himself again
Memory
I drink water
cold as nails
three years have passed
flash of his face
the glass is done
it crucifies me
Knife
My sorrow
hands me a knife
says, here
chisel me a poem
or stick it in your belly
About the Author:
Kaushik Barua has written two novels and was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Yuva Puraskar (the Young Writer Award from India’s National Academy of Letters). His novel No Direction Rome, a dark comedy on the millennial generation, will be published by Permanent Press in the USA in November 2017.
