Dr. Nandini Sahu’s preoccupation with poetry began very early in life, and today she is a major voice in contemporary Indian English poetry.
Dr. Nandini Sahu (1973) has accomplished her doctorate in English literature under the guidance of Late Prof. Niranjan Mohanty, Prof. of English, Visva Bharati, Santiniketan. She is a poet and a creative writer of international repute, has been widely published in India, U.S.A, U.K., Africa and Pakistan. Dr. Sahu has presented papers on various subjects in India and abroad. She is a double gold medalist in English literature and also the award winner of All India Poetry Contest, the Shiksha Ratna Purashkar and Bouddha Creative Writers’ Award.
She is the author/editor of ten books titled “The Other Voice”(a poetry collection), “Recollection as Redemption”, “Post-Modernist Delegation to English Language Teaching”, “The Silence”(a poetry collection),“The Post Colonial Space: Writing the Self and the Nation”,“Silver Poems on My Lips”(a poetry collection), Folklore and the Alternative Modernities (Vol.I) and Folklore and the Alternative Modernities (Vol. II), Sukamaa and Other Poems ) and Suvarnarekha (An Anthology of Indian Women Poets Writing in English) all of those published from New Delhi. She has one poetry collection under publication, Sita (A Poem).
Presently, she is an Associate Professor of English in Indira Gandhi National Open University [IGNOU], New Delhi. She is continuing her D.Litt. on Native American Literature. Dr. Sahu has designed academic programmes/courses on Folklore and Culture Studies, Children’s Literature and American Literature for IGNOU. Her areas of research interest cover Indian Literature, New Literatures, Folklore and Culture Studies, American Literature, Children’s Literature and Critical Theory. She is the Chief Editor/Founder Editor of Interdisciplinary Journal of Literature and Language(IJLL), a bi-annual peer-reviewed journal in English.
Even when my mind is aflame
and soul afire
even when I walk on
the sharp edge of life
you hang like silver smiles
on my lips.
Even when I wonder I’ve forgotten
my abode
in my own nestle
you fabricate your presence in all the molecules
of my life blood and
with in the glowing charcoal
of my soul;
you are my resort, you are the den.
Even when mind’s...
Last few dusks
I sneaked into to the pearly rain falls
lapping, soaking onto the soil
on the rims of the yearning shrubberies
tapped by the sunny annexes
of intermittent, random evening stars.
Showering with a rhythmic accent
on the wreckages and
plumbing tin buckets
in the backyards.
I respond to life
of the busy metro
where I am aware
of allocating...
