pages from an unfinished Autobiography

Pages from an Unfinished Autobiography
By Dibyajyoti Sarma
October 2014
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Revised edition June 2017
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CoverCoin1As you continue to
Add days to your age
You don’t really miss
Your childhood.

Seeing these children
Playing marbles on the road
What you really want to know
Is how did you really
Look like
When you were as kid

No photograph is a
Sufficient answer.



Poetry is a private act, like masturbation, I wrote somewhere. You write poetry for yourself, and it requires courage to show it to others, knowing they won’t be interested; there are so many things worth the while — other than someone else’s broken ramblings…

Someone said, I think, it was Byron, that, to be a poet you must either be in love or poor. When I did my first book of poems (Glimpses of A Personal History, Writer’s Workshop, Kolkata, 2004), I was both. That book was a compulsion; to stop myself from going crazy…

After that I had imagined that my career as a poet is over. But my pen continued to search for papers to jot down feelings, frustrations — on stray papers, napkins, shopping bills, margins of books, notepads, newspapers, and during winters, my skin…

These lines define who I am, or what I was…

When my first collection was out, Hyderabad-based teacher-poet Hoshang Merchant asked my why I must write in English. Not only my sensibilities Indian (Assamese), even my English is broken. I often confuse prepositions. Yet I write in English, because it’s how I think, with wrong prepositions…

While poetry remains a private act, poets need an audience to sustain his creativity. I started writing in English for my audience, my friends at the university — that was a long time ago. The world claimed them to do her bidding. Me too. And my poems lay there, gathering dust…

These lines were written in the last ten years (2000-2010). Perhaps there were more. I lost them. A few of them were published here and there, something I was very apprehensive about — when the world suffers so much, who would be interested in what I feel!

Why then is this collection?
Because I couldn’t just throw these lines away.
These lines are me.





Reviewed by Ambai (CS Lakshmi) in The Wagon Magazine. Read the review here.


Also reviewed in Reading Hour Vol 5 Issue 1, Jan-Feb 2015, by Shruti Rao.