Review: Blue Vessel by Nabina Das

Review by Shaily Sahay for Kitaab

A crucible, blue with solitude, holding half-music, half-poetry, and everything in between.

Mumbai rains were at their swollen best, slashing my windows as I read through the first section of poems, Water on Ink. And these stanzas, the first and the last, from the poem by the same name,

“Shadows quarter the rain

You’re wrapped in yourself

The street flows on.

Slivers.

…..

All sketches on water by ink

All words on lines by language

All these un-fairy faces are I. Me.”