Sufia Khatoon - Searching
Receiver of The Kavi Salam Award 2018, she is a
multi-lingual performance poet, editor, translator,artist and illustrator based
in Kolkata, India. Her poems and short stories have been published in various
national and international anthologies of repute. “Death in the Holy Month” is
her debut book of poems. Sufia Khatoon is the Co-Founder of Rhythm Divine Poets
community, Kolkata. She has performed and participated as a Delegate and Poet
at Yuva Sahiti Young Writers Meet in The Festival of Letters of Sahitya Akademi
2019,Avishkar Young Writers Festival, Dibrugarh Assam 2019 by Sahitya Akademi,
Apeejay Kolkata Literary Festival 2019-20 and Ethos Literary Festival Kolkata
2018-19 respectively.
She has Curated as Co-Founder of Rhythm Divine
Poets Kolkata(India) chapters of the global events like 100 Thousand Poets for
Change spearhead by Michael Rothenberg , Women Scream International
Poetry and Art Festival 16-18 spearhead by Jael Uribe and the Dylan
Thomas Poetry Celebrations 18, Kolkata(India) chapter.
She is a PR,Media and Event curator by
profession. She is often invited to judge and panel various poetry slams
and writing competitions in College and Universities.She also conducts the art
of performance poetry, forms of poetry, creative writing and art workshops in Kolkata
and recites and performs in places of repute.She has also received Amio Santa
Award 2017 for her social efforts.
Sufia Khatoon has an MA in English Literature, a
PG in Journalism and Mass Communication and a Diploma in Visual Arts and
Design.
Searching
There is something about the moon tonight
seeping through the jafri
of my body and crumbling on the paper left untouched.
So much the mind can be cynical about –
It can sense the displaced sounds let out by heavy unsure breath
past bed time.
I am not a human clock, I fear the moon will be eaten alive and
I'll have to sketch it out of a lost planet.
Years of scrubbing, burning, shinning wits and wisdom to find
anger grieving.
It has sacrificed everything to find warmth of the loveless moon
and the reason to leave the familiar.
Does searching ends somewhere near this night?
*jafri-window