My Glass of Wine (Bestselling)

Book Details:

  • Publisher: Moments Publication
  • Genre:Poetry
  • ISBN-13: 978-9384180232
  • ISBN-10:  9384180238
  • Binding:Paperback

  • Current Edition:1st Edition
  • Release Date:March 15, 2015
  • Language: English

  • No of Pages:76
  • Dimensions:5.5 x 0.2 x 8.5 inches
  • Weight:5.3 ounces
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This is the work that explains the psyche of Kiriti Sengupta’s work perfectly. As the third part of the trilogy, this will strengthen your liking for his antics as a poet. This takes up motifs that made The Reverse Tree such an interesting read and lends it lyrical grace. The poet connects birth, rebirth and the otherness of life through his lines, as he goes around to observe keenly quotidian things and are deeply moved by them, thus giving rise to his stylistic approach to poetry. You will find truths here that can only be “felt” with palpable vigor, and not by mere philosophizing from a distance. We find a little girl who knows more truth than an adult. She says naturally, “Hold it and you will understand”, while giving the poet a live koi fish, a metaphor for the zest for life. It is this aspect, the eye for the trivial becoming special and enlightening is what makes this book so elegantly unique. The mother figure, the spine and the metaphors that only a doctor can think of, has been used here in patches and have been made coherent. This book is certainly a precursor to Sengupta’s The Earthen Flute, where these images become more subtle and mature.

In Saikat Majumder’s words, “Delicately poised between a viscerally concrete imagery and a sweepingly abstract philosophy, Kiriti Sengupta’s poetry takes us to many places at the same time: the wilted pathways of memory, the teasing tickles of laughter, and when we least expect it, the sharpest splinters of wisdom. Energized by endearing colloquialisms and engaging narratives, this is verse destined for the kind of popular, folkloric life which is the true home of poetry.” Sure enough, this lends a feather or two in Sengupta’s cap, without doubt.