• January 19, 2019
  • Nilakshi Roy

Serendipity

An evocative love poem by Nilakshi for Different Truths. It was a year or two before That I felt that sense of being left out That abnegation… When the favourite colour of...
  • January 18, 2019
  • Atrayee Bhattacharya

Lost Tears

An evocative poem by Atrayee for Different Truths. Smell of my lost tearsHangs there,With the elan of a warriorAt the door ajar. Eyeing the sky deep blueScribbling my pangs...
  • January 16, 2019
  • Dr. Jernail Singh Anand

The Magic Mantra

Jernail unveils the mystery of existence through the magic mantra. This poem has been translated into Albanian language too. A Different Truths exclusive.   I don’t know This is...
  • August 4, 2018
  • Sushmita Mukherjee

Pensive: The Gaze Within

Pensive is the mood that incubates and abets, facilitates and manifests as pristine creativity. Loads of works, through innumerable beings, bear testimony to the efficacy of a pensive mood...
  • July 20, 2018
  • Monika Ajay Kaul

Steadily…Love Transcends

An evocative love poem by Monika, exclusively for Different Truths. Love asks for no possession neither can it be seized;  Because it’s love, not a tenancy. No matter, you...
  • July 12, 2018
  • Deeya Bhattacharya

Bluebells in Glee

Here’s an evocative prose poem by Deeya, exclusively for Different Truths. The bluebells in glee spring their jocund heads in the sunny scape of mind, the fleeting images of...
  • July 10, 2018
  • Meenakshi

Pain and Pleasure

An evocative erotic love poem by Meenakshi, exclusively for Different Truths. I feel your stubble on my cheek Your breath on my neck is warm Your bite on my...
  • June 22, 2018
  • Sarala Balachandran

Alienation

A poem about depression among women by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths. Why was Sheila alienated From the society? Give me an answer! This mental health disorder Are gripping...
  • June 19, 2018
  • Ayub Khawar

The Whore

An enigmatic and evocative poem by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths.   This darkness Of the room why doesn’t become darker? Memories of the past flicker on the walls,...