By Nishant Singh and Prerna Kalbag
Music is connected to what it consciously chooses to exclude, and try as it might, it cannot wash away the bloodstains of History.
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By Srirupa Dhar
As we perceive and feel the humanity oozing through Nishi Pulugurtha’s poetic creations, we can’t resist thinking that the most ordinary or the most forgotten and ignored redefine the merging spaces between the real and the unreal.
By Rupayan Mukherjee
The archetypal image of peasantry as a gullible and volatile mass, lacking political insight and wisdom, who can at best serve but never lead, re-surfaces again.
By Irfan Ahmad
It is true that the most used Urdu word for criticism is tanqīd. However, it is wrong to say, as Faruqi did, that its Persian and Arabic equivalents, intiqād and naqd, are not deployed in Urdu. They are.
By Gargi Dutta
On such days
I count the gashes,
And pledge my love –
To the remains
Of my rapidly diminishing self.
By Sanghita Sanyal
Sanjukta Dasgupta’s translations are like a magic-touch that makes Tagore’s personal contexts of loss and deep, microscopic observations of a (Bengali) woman’s quality of life in a nineteenth century (Bengali) household is directly out on paper, in ironic terms, understandable and relatable for a wider range of audience.
By Aindrila Chakraborty
Despite its innumerable flaws, one may argue that the planning and implementation of a ‘secular’ India during the Nehruvian era, did provide for what can be called Dar al-Iman for the Muslim communities of India, though it is a matter of altercation and debate.
By Mitali Chakravarty
Silences are like the sky.
They stretch out uninterrupted,
punctuated by sounds
accentuating the quiet
By Sarpreet Kaur
This was the place where my grandmother saved money to buy her husband a gold ring. Even on his death pyre, he had that ring on.
By Dustin Pickering
This collection is not for the weak-willed or -minded. Each poem/prose retains a bright reality and sage wisdom. From cover to cover, this volume is intellectually fastidious.
By Gabriel Rosenstock & Ron Rosenstock
imprisoned, enchained
in the confines of the mind
these are the unfree
those whose hearts have turned to stone
alone – needful of our prayers
By Gopal Lahiri
On the edge of the chimney and window
a lonely flute man interrupted the silence,
ghost stories leaped from the river water
to greet the ascending stars.
By Sutputra Radheye
We must bring poetry and art to the streets again. It must speak to common people. It must use a vocabulary that all can understand, and thematically, it should spit blood on the face of the crown, the establishment. It must end the elitist cycle of producing art.
By Sharif Atiquzzaman
As he walked to the hotel, Arif thought of the carved map of a divided country on Ator Ali’s cracked, worn-out skin.
By Pratik Phadkule
The centrality of ‘people’ in this democracy seems to be have vanished. I am literally unable to see ‘people’ and hear their voices in this country.
By Rini Bhattacharya
I tend to express her sadness, her frustrations of being
A failed wife, a failed activist, a failed poet, a failed mother
By Shubham Chauhan and Saurabh
When the institutions meant to support the weakest in the chain adopt ulterior motives, the absurdity of the system cracks open.
By Zeeshan Ahmad
On 15 December 2019, the 467.6 hectares of AMU campus metamorphosed into a near warzone with around 22000 students left to their own.
By Jharna Sanyal
At the end of the day, I find my words
mending gaps and pores with the vowels.
There are only five.
By Ken W. Simpson
The US government is responsible for the violence which infects not only America but also its allies. The recent shootings are symptoms of this violence.
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