Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 1, Number 1. May 2018. ISSN: 2581-7094
From the Chief Editor:
The faintest ink is better
than the strongest memory, says a Chinese proverb. Rivers rice civilisation. Histories are
scripted on the banks of the rivers. They flow in us. They make us move
forward. Rivers hug currents of time. They play
a significant part in the water cycle, acting as drainage channels for surface
water. There is also great tolerance for rivers as entity. Throughout
history, many people of faith have found spiritual energy on the riverside.
According to Hindu belief, the seven sacred rivers are, the Ganga,
Yamuna, Godavari, Saraswati, Narmada,
Sindhu and Kaveri. Water collected from these seven sacred rivers is put in the
pot, which is used during ritualistic
worship. ‘Water from the seven sacred rivers has the ability to attract and
transmit the aura of seven superior
deities. We believe or not, rivers are our mother( for some, father).
The rivers are ancient as
the world and older than the flow of human blood and plasma in veins and
artery. Our soul grows deep like rivers.
How can we escape from the fact that we have a deep connectedness with water. We are reminded of Emily
Dickinson:
Rivers can take us to the
left or right. A soothing sound hushes the rush in our mind, awakening old
thoughts. Where does the river go when we die?We meet the rivers at the
appointed hour. Small
rivers remind us of death. For me, Dulung has a soul.
Poems on rivers drum up optimism and hope beyond the knowledge of human hearts.All poems are doors of the mind.
Poems on rivers drum up optimism and hope beyond the knowledge of human hearts.All poems are doors of the mind.
Let us hug its music.
Teesta springs from the creative zeal of the
editors. Contributors make it a reality. Readers can take the journal to
further shores. Progressive literary movement aims
at the projection of a socialist order. Translation is transfer of power. Magic is born out the world of a creative canvas. Author’s aim is to ‘transcend and heal’ the
fragmented culture of his dispossessed people through his works.
There are forces to appropriate these streams of history into the main
stereotypes. I stand with head
down to all esteemed advisory members. I gather their strength and vitality.
The river is history.
“Give wine. Give
bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you.”
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you.”
(‘Love After Love’, Derek
Walcott)
Kolkata
Dated: 03.05.2018