Originally printed in 2007, the book contains poems that fall into three cycles: Bombay, Ruhnama and Catafalque. The book titled 'portraits of space we occupy' is soon to go in for reprint in paper back. The hardback was published in 2007 by Harper Collins and the publishing house will be launching it's paperback version at the Zee Jaipur Literature Festival in January 2015.
Originally printed in 2007, the book contains poems that fall into three cycles: Bombay, Ruhnama and Catafalque. The book titled 'portraits of space we occupy' is soon to go in for reprint in paper back. The hardback was published in 2007 by Harper Collins and the publishing house will be launching it's paperback version at the Zee Jaipur Literature Festival in January 2015.
Poet, author and editor-in-chief of dna, C P Surendran is no stranger to writing. His poems, books and writings have been published and read across the globe and include celebrated works as Gemini II, Posthumous Poems and Canaries.
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'portraits of the space we occupy' also includes select short verses from Surendran's Posthumous Poems which describe the story of broken relationship in brilliant synthesis of sadness and humour.
In the words of the famous India writer and poet Dan Moraes, 'C.P. Surendran is one of the few Indian poets in English whose early promise has turned into mature achievement.'
Here is a glimpse of the collection,
Design
First thing in the morning
I think of you.
Your eyes, for instance.
The face though is forever
Forming,
Like patterned panels
Of a window blind
Breaking
At the least breeze.
A thought
Shifting shape
With each ragged breath
Surendran's new novel “Tears of the Crying Squad” will also be launched at the Zee Jaipur Literature Festival
He tweets at @cpsurendran
Threshold
The roses are on their own.
The grass spreads
Like water from an upturned urn.
Between mornings smudged blue like bruises
And evenings bubbling up like blood
Along broken arteries of the sky
The road narrowing through hedgerows,
Hens, fallow fields, darkening stream
Slows towards home to halt
At my father's feet, far from town,
He clasps his hands over his head,
The softening crown.
And I see
His hands are no longer hard or brown.
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