February 26, 2016 Meghna Roy 1Comment

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson Will Bhagwan acquiesce to the fierce storm that living a normal life unleashes? Will he go mad, or will he attain the enlightenment that has for long been eluding him? Ilhaam, the fourth production of The Nautanki Company, a theatre group founded by Xaverians Tejodipto Panda and Roshni Banerjee, answers some intriguing questions by universalising the inward journey of a middle-class man coping with the alienation from self which is so typical of a post-modern existence. Directed by…

February 14, 2016 Meghna Roy 19Comment

I bought our love from Archies this time, because I feel my last break-up was a consequence of that hand-made love I had gifted her. This time I shall make no more mistakes. I’ll be more calculative about this affair. Each move in this courtship will be a planned one. If I am investing my time in something, I shall make sure that I reap benefits from it. Let me check my phone. Oh, so she’s seen my message, yet has not bothered to reply. Does she doubt my sincerity? Is she faithful enough for me? Even if she’s not,…

February 11, 2016 Meghna Roy 2Comment

Photograph by Rajatabha Ray There is something about dance that makes it as much a medicine for the soul as literature. I remember the beginnings of being trained in Kathak as a child. Even though I hated taking those lessons and soon left the coaching, one thing I clearly recall about those few classes is how my teacher would emote with the music, and in no time, she would get across a state of mind to me. Back then, I used to imitate her steps, but now I know that the passion of a dancer in…

November 8, 2015 Meghna Roy 2Comment

I thought of dusting the scraps of your song off my ears. I wanted to scratch the crumbs of your touch from my skin . infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. I tore the memorabilia that had been haunting me like flashes from a past life… ‘til my room was but a dump yard of memories. I darted twigs right into your eyes ‘cause I could discern your face in the nightly skies. I lay there Drenched as the sky bled. Image Source  

November 3, 2015 Meghna Roy 2Comment

A thread of light peeks Through the canopy: just to be cut by shadows. Colours ooze out of her body. Chameleons swarm her little home. Bugs underneath bed crawl into lucid dreams- to gnaw at fantasies. You sprinkled sky in my eyes… can vision be that focused anymore? All stories of moist eyes have today spread wings to become floating clouds. I often feel a rocky mountain in the folds Of feathery dreams. Ashtrays deposit Flakes of longing. Oblivion Overwhelms the longed. The seasonal stream every monsoon washed petals to eternity. Lost a word or two in manhole while running…

September 13, 2015 Meghna Roy

“Home, home, is where I wanted to go” I’ve got a half a page left to be written… I’ve got two spoons of Mishti Doi yet to be eaten… I’ve got to finish sketching the best scene I’ve ever beheld… I’ve got to watch the last half of Ritu-Da’s that movie you so love… A notebook. A pen. An earthenware. A disk. Yet my car seems empty. What if the rain washes the road away before I reach? What if the light dims before I find a way? What if this is the end of the day? What if ……