• March 21, 2017
  • Anumita Roy

I am the Poem

A poem is born through its creator, the poet. Here the poem is persistent like a child, till the poet and the poem become one. Here’s a tribute to...
  • August 6, 2016
  • Deeya Bhattacharya

Those Lips you Wear

This is a kind of Rhymester poem that came to Deeya in a certain delight seeing the lips of someone who’s very close to her. She was taken in by...
  • July 10, 2016
  • Deeya Bhattacharya

Summer of Pain

An evocative prose poem by Deeya that talk of seasons, a seaside resort and more.     Summer is at the helm of affairs, glistening beads of sweat wrap...
  • May 30, 2016
  • Duska Vrhovac

There are People

Duska’s intense and evocative poem of many people around us. There are people you don’t have to talk to understand them. You don’t have to see them regularly send...
  • May 20, 2016
  • Urooj Murtaza

Dead Soul

Here’s a dark enigmatic poem by Urooj. I stood on the hump-backed bridge With my arms hugging my dead soul… In the clear moonlight, the swirling waters beneath were...