Writing Octopus

K Srilata

Authors Press, 74 pages, Rs 195

“You are gone/ And so, too, my word for you./ It sleeps under my tongue now./ I have no one to call by your name.” This is an engaging collection of poems about the search for the elusive poem, curious encounters with the spoken and written tongue, and what poet Keki Daruwalla in his foreword calls “the genes of violence” hidden in language. Written in a spare and simple style, these poems are often evocative and always thoughtful.