• August 17, 2016
  • Madhumita Ghosh

My Most Precious Find

A soulful poem by Madhumita. The seaside called and I went there The sands laid a bed for me the casuarina trees lined up cooled me fanning with their...
  • August 15, 2016
  • Dr. Amrinder Kaur Bajaj

Freedom

Amrinder pens a poem on the occasion of the Independence Day exclusively for Different Truths.  Why do eagle wheel over The ramparts of Red Fort? Why do vultures perch, in...
  • August 13, 2016
  • Tatjana Debeljacki

Unrequited Love/Mistakes

Unrequited Love An intense and evocative love poem by Tatjana. Forget what I’ve said. It’s something nasty again. Sharp word has freefalling. We have been long on these tracks,...
  • August 7, 2016
  • Susmita Bhattacharya

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...
  • 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...

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...
  • August 4, 2016
  • Sehar Siddiqi

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...
  • July 31, 2016
  • Tatjana Debeljacki

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...
  • July 28, 2016
  • Deeya Bhattacharya

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...
  • July 27, 2016
  • Tatjana Debeljacki

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...