Showing posts with label Warm Delinquencies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warm Delinquencies. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

This city is a riot.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, January 17, 2018 0 comments

This city is a riot,
a riot of different
tints and tones,
it is full of monsters
and men,
of the chivalrous and the
boorish,
of women with wings clipped
to their backs,
the rich and the poor,
the kind and the cruel,
the young and the old
stand tall at the sunrise and
crumble after sunset,
never are the streets sombre,
look around,
you're flanked by glares and
laughter gaping you,
cups of tea are passed around
the tables
while an outlier sips on his
coffee,
saunter in wonder,
the cadence of different prayers
envelops you as
several religions coexist with
grace,
let me tell you how
biryani is one of them,
there's constant rush and
fragments of calm,
tell me what’s this city if
not a
beautiful riot?


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Monday, December 25, 2017

Shedding.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, December 25, 2017 0 comments

My bags are filled with bills
handed over to me by
restaurants and shopping malls and
parking lots,
in one corner, I have stacked
some polaroids,
of friends I love,
and the ones I barely talk to,
there are paper napkins with my
lipstick stains and poems,
the other corners are full of unused pens
and coins,
I keep wondering how my bags contain
memories
of the times I'd like to forget, and
the ones I'd like to collect
like the things in my bags,
but time has come close
for me to discard what I've held
so close to my heart,
they've no place in my life,
like these bills and paper napkins.


My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is available on Amazon for worldwide shipping.
You can order it here: http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

The enclosure.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Saturday, December 23, 2017 0 comments

I wrap my mouth
around your
words,
gently yet hastily,
and now,
my lips are stained
with ink,
that refuse to wash
away,
like the scars from
yesterday.


My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is available on Amazon for worldwide shipping.
You can order it here: http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

2017's Reading Journey and More.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Thursday, December 21, 2017 0 comments


“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” 
― J.D. Salinger

2017 is a year of great reading. In spite of having an extremely productive year, I've read 125 books. I've done more meaningful writing at work and otherwise, traveled, and published a book. I've widened my horizon and picked less discovered books, writers I haven't read, and went back to the ones that are close to my heart.

I stumbled upon Hanif Kureishi's 'Intimacy' at a second-hand bookstore and carried it home fondly. Only to lose it, two days and fifty pages later. But those pages were enough to make me buy another copy overnight. Scaachi Koul's 'One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter' was a part of my latest sojourn. I've keenly followed Scaachi's writing on Buzzfeed and elsewhere, and find her writing humourous. In this book, she talks about racism, immigration, sexism, and more while maintaining her usual tone of hilarity. 

Although Vikram Seth is one of my favourite writers, I've hardly read his poetry, but this year, I've checked it off the list. 'All You Who Sleep Tonight is something that pulled me through rough nights. So did Sarah Kay's No Matter the Wreckage. 

As a child, ‘The Little Prince’ was a valued treasure. Even as a grown-up, I go back to it time and again. When I knew that he was returning as a young prince, I was thrilled. The Return of the Young Prince is also a thought-provoking and delightful short read that bears relevance at this time, especially to millennials. 

The thing about diverse reading is that it exposes you to great literature - the unputdownable ones, but also the colossal bores. When I was younger, I often forced myself to finish a book even if I didn't like it much, but now I realize life's too short to read something you don't enjoy. However, the introduction to the works of writers like Nassim Nicholas Taleb, Kurt Vonnegut, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Simone De Beauvoir has been enriching. I've ended my reading for the year with Tania James, a wonderful storyteller whose short-stories have me unfathomably hooked, and James Frey, whose detail about his time in the rehab filled me with wonder. And of course, there was also a great deal of Murakami and Ruskin Bond, along with a few graphic novels and comics. 

2018 is certainly going to be different and far better. I intend to read only 50 books; I know it sounds funny but I've spent more than two nights researching lesser-known books and writers to create a list which consists of some classics like Watchmen, Vanity Fair etc. Right from Noir fiction to Nordic literature, graphic novels to more poetry, there is a plenty of fantastic reading to look forward to in 2018. 

If you have any book suggestions or think I should read a particular writer, I'd love to hear! 

To take a look at what I've read in 2017, go here:

My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is available on Amazon for worldwide shipping. You can order it here: http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Eventually.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, November 22, 2017 0 comments

Eventually, we'll withdraw from
each other,
distance will drive a ridge
between us and no amount of
bridges can bring back what's lost,
for what's lost remains lost,
the traces of our presence will
fade,
there will be faint reminders when
we walk past the coffee shops we've
been to
or the places we've watched distasteful
movies at,
the aroma of freshly-baked bread and morning coffee
will be replaced with pungent odours of sulphur and past,
and eventually, someday, we'll lose each other,
we'll drift apart,
just like the clouds do before
a clear sky.


My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is available on Amazon for worldwide shipping. To place an order, visit http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9.

Monday, October 30, 2017

The shape.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, October 30, 2017 2 comments
I've changed the shape of
my heart
far too many times to fit it
in your palms
like how black coffee
twirls and whirls
in cups and mugs
of different shapes and textures,
each time with a new form,
each time with a new aroma,
and yet
remains
strong.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

I'm here.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 29, 2017 0 comments

Paint me in the hues of warmth,
swallow me like the Sun would
consume the Moon,
hold on to me like the sea does to
the shore,
trying hard to take everything the shore
has yet failing incorrigibly,
caress me like the Spring touches
the cherry trees,
the point is, I'm here for falling
and rising and lacking and
wanting,
the point is, I'm here for the
misery.


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Relinquish.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, October 24, 2017 1 comments

I loved you
to the
point of vanity,
breaking the
thresholds of all
floodgates and inhibitions,
and now,
it refuses
to relinquish,
it merely and starkly
refuses.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Just this.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 22, 2017 0 comments

Hold me in your arms
tonight,
I'll not ask for much,
maybe a whisper or two,
and your voice doing that
thing it does to my ears,
it'll dawn on us in a
few hours,
you'll forget the last night
and the time we spent
counting the stars,
the bright Sun will send
its wishes through rays
on your cheeks,
so, please,
hold me in your arms
tonight,
I'll not ask for much,
just this.


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Totally Psyched.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, October 18, 2017 0 comments

Sunday, October 15, 2017

There's nothing.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 15, 2017 0 comments

I've been writing for days
about you
about us
about everything I struggled
to say
hoping my words will
move you
because I've heard that
words can melt rocks and hills
but after all these days
I realize
there's nothing that can truly
make you listen
to me,
really,
there's nothing
and now, I am out of
words too,
really,
I've nothing left to
say.



Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Your absence.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, October 11, 2017 0 comments

Your absence was heavier than
your presence,
it bent me out of shape,
leaving me with an unsettling
emotion,
like how the remnants of previous
night's storm
bring down the leaves and the
flowers.


Monday, October 09, 2017

My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is out.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, October 09, 2017 1 comments


Hi, everyone,


My book 'Warm Delinquencies' is out on Amazon for worldwide shipping. This is my debut poetry and writing collection that deals with the matters of the heart.


To buy the book: http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9


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