• April 3, 2017
  • Roula Pollard

When you do not write to me

Here’s an intense and evocative love poem from Roula, in Different Truths. When you don’t write to me the night turns pierced colours of blue the stars flee, or...
  • December 19, 2016
  • Shalini Samuel

Why fret for the Bygone Days

The hardships, pain and agony of life, the iceberg of death, creates the need to escape from its clutches. Shalini achieves it, in this verse, in Different Truths. Yes I have...