Anindita Sengupta

Dilip Chitre, poet, critic, painter and film-maker, passed away today.

“Alternatively, I may start running
If it’s not too late already, down the slope
My eyes cataleptic, my motion blurred

Blinded by the wind and bitten in the face
With frost-burnt nostrils and cracked lips
I may go vaguely towards the end

Of this wayward narrative.”

~ from ‘Post-Climactic Love Poem’ by Dilip Chitre (Atlas 01, edited by Sudeep Sen)

But then…

“I am exquisitely here and now
And where I never before was
Nor ever will be.
Moreover, this is not an end.”

~ from ‘Absence from Myself’ by Dilip Chitre (Mascara Literary Review)

Some of his poetry here.

His recent translations of Namdeo Dhasal’s poetry at Almost Island.

Some recent poems at Mascara Literary Review. And some at Muse India.