Let me go…
A poignant, sad poem from Susmita about the many characters that she played in her life and her adieu to all. Dark and despondent, a soulful verse here. Lost in...
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...
The Driving Force
Piyali works at a public library in a relatively diverse neighbourhood. The author sees the melting pot that America truly is, in the library, where immigrants from different countries come together...
Blood of my Son
A protest poem by Sehar about the bloodstained kurta of a father with the blood of 13-year-old son. Blinded Children Maimed youth Scarred men Disillusioned women Bloody chaurahas* Silent...
Aquarius/Living out of Poem
Aquarius A poem of longing and wish by Tatjana. Dedicated to Dragoljub Djuričić Kilometers gained nothing – you are here. Before I go to sleep thirty times I say...
The Alphabet of Love
An intense, erotic prose-poem by Deeya. Sunsets have stories to unfurl I guess – each sunset one of its kind – it’s the quiet lilt in the far horizon...
Weathervane
A philosophical poem by Tatjana. On the solid ground Fatal and dangerous A word or two Between four sides, Mild wind in the north, In the south blows south-eastern...
The History House is Rocking
Joyce also wears the hat of a musician and singer, when she is not writing. An interesting poem where the writer-poet and the musician-singer meet. The world’s five greatest composers...
Prinsep Ghat
Lopamudra presents a series of prose-poems or short vignettes in blank verse based on certain long-standing images of Kolkata, and the US. Here’s the second one of the series, ‘Prinsep Ghat’, exclusively for...
Pity Destroys Good People
In this poem, Tatjana transcends from the mundane, the everyday affair of people and society into the world of creations, of literature. Maybe everything is possible? What are the wrinkles,...