Poems

My First Kiss

Here’s a candid poem about the first kiss by Soumya, in Different Truths. I do not remember my first kiss And I doubt if you do For when I received this first kiss My age was a minute or two.   Over the next decade or so I must have been kissed by many But […]

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Centre Point

Here’s a sensitive and evocative poem by Kabir, in Different Truths. While she revolves with her neighbours We initiate our own story Some with a sob while others with a curve Many with massacred monuments Few with evolved finger – like towers Hundreds enjoying the foreign ingredients Two or three with a lap full of […]

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Save the Women…

A woman-centric poem where a hapless rape victim becomes a saviour of the weak and the feeble, by Sarala, in Different Truths. Far away in that distant valley A feeble cry of a young girl heard The beautiful valley has witnessed A lovely petite looking girl being raped By an uncouth merciless gang No one […]

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Desperate Lies

An intense soulful poem by Deeya, in Different Truths. Always come to me in desolate nights when I speak the language of salt in the sea; of charcoal madness of brine in my hair the distant cry of a seagull on foam   Oh! Come on, the years spilt on your shoulders and breast of […]

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Contradictory Shuffle of Planets

The tussle between Karma and destiny decided by planetary positions has been explored and exposed in this poem, by Mamta. It’s a powerful social commentary, in Different Truths. Gaining on the mood swings Losing on the roundabouts The planetary patterns Their swirls and tangles Printed on the paper Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly Made the Super […]

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Missing on a Weekend

A bold prose-poem of Deeya, in Different Truths, set in the urban settings and sensibilities of the 21st century. Weekends are subterfuges in love, desire, pain. They are the extra toppings on the platter of life. Primroses bloom on Saturday evenings. Cigarette stubs flood Saturday evenings. They lie on ash-trays and etherise them. Mouth-watering delicacies arrive […]

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Fast Forward

A bold, sensuous, agonising, and brutally candid verse. In Yeats’ words, ‘the ceremony of innocence is dead.’ Here’s the intense prose-poem by Anika, in Different Truths. Play: It’s my 16th birthday. There’s something about turning 16 that feels mischievous. I sit with a drink in my hand… and four down my throat. There’s something about the […]

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A Love Story

Here’s a poignant prose-poem on love by Deeya, in Different Truths. The intensity, pain, and sensuousness come alive in her poetic lines, “She safely carried it in a china bowl, her marshmallows of love…. Her vagina created history.” The futile weather-beaten pen failed to portray the agony she had been through. The tangerine sun took […]

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Destiny of a Flower

A poem in the tradition of the Romantics by Tribhawan, in Different Truths. He celebrates the beauty of nature. World of spring blesses me Sadness diminishes with blooms Blushing brides dancing with grooms.   Flowering into flowers, life draws full circle Prayers accepted yet happiness eludes me Plucked now and then, the habit, floors me. […]

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Wish of a Child

A poem on child labour by Harsh, in Different Truths. This socially responsive poem effectively displays sordid plight of a child working in the mines.  It represents the feelings and wishes of the child.   Papa roared in anger, “Grab your lunch and go straight to the mine.” As I’m not the child who is […]

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