PoeTea presents Amitabha Kar and Aparna Ganguly

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The trick to having hope is to always have something to look forward to. 

PoeTea presents

Amitabha Kar and Aparna Ganguly

Hosted by 

Mike McGee

My first open mic on Zoom

Thanks McTate Stroman II for the invite to the Museum of the African Diaspora (MoAD) open mic, hosted by poet Nia McAllister.

I read 'A Kaleidoscope of Emotions' from my latest book.

And here are some of the reactions from the attendees:

World Poetry Day Festival Flyer

I will be reading in both English and in Bengali at the 3rd Annual Poetry Day Festival on March 21, 2020 at Kaleid Gallery in San Jose.  Early bird tickets are $10. Don't miss out the evening of tasting different culture and languages.

Get Tickets here
I will be reading from my new book A Kaleidoscope of Emotions

Schedule
4-7PM Workshop
7-10 Performances
10-11 Open Mic

*Poetry in 10 different languages
*Appetizers from other countries

We have the following poets for the event

Cory Massaroo - Host
Sandra E. Quiroz
Tongo Eisen-Martin - English
Anshu S Johri - Hindi
Aparna Ganguly - Bengali
Forced2fly - American Sign Language
Francisco Icala Tiriquiz - Maya
Umbelina Martinezina Martinez - Spanish
Larry Hollist - Japanese
Elizabeth Jiménez Montelongo - Nahuatl
Jing Jing Yang - Chinese
Juliane Tran - Vietnamese

I wear red

Wrote this poem today to read at the Word Poetry Day Festival on March 21, 2020 at KALEID gallery (320 S. 1st St., San Jose, California 95113)

I wear red
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In rebellion,
Against all the injustice in the world
Against the hatred that divides us
Based on caste, creed, gender or orientation

In reverence,
To the vermillion my mother puts on her forehead
As a mark of a married Hindu woman
While she prays for the long and healthy life of her husband
Every day.

For the passion,
That keeps us awake at night
While we make sweet, sweet love
And the rest of the world turns into a blur.

To represent my red-hot angst,
Born of the betrayals of my friends
Who thought I was expendable
Because my truth was too inconvenient for their lies.

For the blood that runs in me
The life force that keeps me going
Keeps me unafraid through the darkness of the night.

For the setting sun,
That reminds me of my own mortality
And urges me to make my dreams come true
Before I run out of time.

আমি লাল পরি 
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বিদ্রোহে,
জগতের সমস্ত অবিচারের বিরুদ্ধে
সমস্ত ঘৃণার বিরুদ্ধে
যা মানুষকে মানুষ থেকে আলাদা করে
জাত, ধর্ম বিশ্বাস, এবং লিঙ্গের পার্থক্যের জন্য II

নিষ্ঠাতে ,
আমার মার মাথার সিঁদুর এর জন্য
যা একজন হিন্দু নারীর সতীত্বের চিহ্ন
যিনি রোজ তার স্বামীর দীর্ঘায়ু কামনা করেন II

সেই কামনার জন্য
যা আমাদের রাতে জাগিয়ে রাখে
যখন আমরা আলিঙ্গনে বাকি দুনিয়াটাকে অদৃশ্য করে দিই II

সেই লাল উদ্বেগের জন্য,
যার জন্ম হয়েছে আমারই বন্ধুদের বিশ্বাসঘাতকতায় -
যারা ভেবেছিল আমি পরিহার্য
কেননা আমার সত্য ওদের মিথ্যার জন্য অসুবিধাজনক II

আমার সেই রক্তের জন্য
যা আমার শরীরে বইছে
প্রতিটি কোষে জীবন শক্তি পৌঁছে দিচ্ছে
আর আমাকে নির্ভীক রাখছে এই অন্ধকার রাতে II

আমি লাল পরি
সেই অস্তগামী সূর্যের জন্য
যে বারে বারে আমাকে নিজের নশ্বরতা মনে করিয়ে দেয়
আর আমাকে প্রেরণা যোগায় আমার স্বপ্নগুলোকে বাস্তবায়িত করার জন্য
আমার সময় ফুরিয়ে যাওয়ার আগে II

The 10th Annual Poetry Invitational at SJMA

Santa Clara Poet Laureate Mike McGee invited some poets to write ekphrastic poems based on the exhibits of San Jose Museum of Art. Ekphrasis is the vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined.

My piece was based on ’History of Science II’ by Catherine Wagner in the Gibson gallery.

Take a moment to look at the chromogenic print.

For a more immersive experience, please visit the San Jose Museum of Art.

The library of souls

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This is me-

All my emotions sorted into shelves

Then labeled and archived.

One shelf is for my mother-

Who learned early in life

That the only way a woman could live with dignity

Was by earning her own living.

Her face burned in the summer sun 

When she walked home from the school she taught in

So she could save money and buy us fruits.

Another shelf is for my father- 

Who was stabbed 27 times and left for dead 

By his best friend of 27 years.

Here you can see the memories of my sister- 

Whose existence I don’t acknowledge anymore.

Because I don’t want to explain 

Why I have not spoken to her in years.

The covalent bonds of friendship

Have kept me sane through the years.

Otherwise, 

I’d have fallen apart a long time ago.

And right here 

Is me organizing my thoughts-

All those solitary moments 

I spend overthinking.

Then neatly page mark and 

Color code them in my journals.

But the most complicated relationship 

I have is with myself -

Love, Hate, Love, Hate, Hate, Love

What if I am not good enough?

What if I don’t deserve happiness

For something I might have done

A long time ago?

Then I say to myself-

You are doing the best you can 

In all possible circumstances.

Love, Hate, Love, Hate, Love, Love

Now, take a step back.

Look beyond the wooden frame 

Of this curio cabinet.

(This curio cabinet)

There are thousands of stories just like mine 

(In the corners, can you see?)

Yours and yours and yours.

An atheneum of human stories,

This is a library of souls.

Headliner at Caffe Frascati

You are invited to join me at Caffe Frascati at 315 S First Street, Downtown San José around 8 pm on Jan 4, 2018, Thursday. Open mic begins at 7:30 pm. Bring your rants and raves, poetry and stories. 

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For those who missed the event, here is a video: