Margins define people, often dictating what is thought of but not mentioned and mulled over but not spoken aloud.
They reign supreme over the land of words gone astray, feelings that swim to the front of the consciousness but do not find expression through the fingers. But once margins are breached, it almost doesn’t matter how deep into our true selves we go. Because then, and only then, can we truly put the madness down on paper and immortalise it in the captivating world of the written word.
‘Notes in the margin’, Arindam’s second volume of original poetry, is an exploration of outlying thoughts and fleeting emotions, dwelt on over time and woven into kaleidoscopic verse. A verse that ranges from rain to schoolteachers, from abortions to ice creams and from serial killers to eternity.