Devapreeta Jena is 23 years old who just completed her masters in Sociology from Ambedkar University, Delhi. Her discipline made her to look at things objectively, therefore most of the times she finds herself analyzing things around her, be it politics, literature or people. But she makes sure that her sanity is also kept intact and she finds the medium of poetry the perfect medium to turn silences, innuendos and subtleties of life into words. Often she struggles with words, because her objective self is always in conflict with her subjective self. She loves reading fiction, contemporary theory and has discovered newfound interest in psychology.She thinks that poetry can become a platform where one can ask questions to oneself as well as to the whole society. She thinks through poetry one can seek beauty in harsh memories and even in nauseating experience of everyday life. She has currently taken a break from academics and exploring poems by Rimbaud and Charles Baudelaire.
A Debauch Friend
We meet once in eight months
Only to give wings to our narratives
Narratives of degeneracy
Who said decomposing oneself is not part of existing?
Who said conscious perversion is not living?
She breathes in wantonness
I breathe in conscious self destruction
She consciously plays the victim of a lewd world
In a secret attempt to pull the immoral trigger off her head
I take a dip in moral corruption, to test the grand theories in my head
She takes a swim in debauchery, to debunk the moral burden imposed on a wife
We will again see each other
Only to give wings to our chaotic narratives!