By Neil Nagwekar
Drifting summer sands of the Canyon
That enrapture grand minds
Are worth five minutes of our time
Because the tour bus is setting sail.
Tag: Poems
By Sumit Ray
She stood there, breasts heaving with her power.
One hand resting on her waist,
The other hanging by her side,
Her body leaning back from her divine kala.
By Deepti Mittal
I have not kept
The one good photograph with my father.
We were sitting in my father’s vintage car,
And I was silent,
He was breathing and talking heavily,
Struggling for ventilation.
By Sanghamitra Bhumana
You are a force to reckon with!
Your life will forever bequeath
a shining light of sheer might.
By Nabanita Sengupta
To be bovine is blessed
And to be blind
the real heaven.
By Seema Bashir
I remember that bright April day,
When they set the sun on fire.
When a worm crawled in,
Through a crevice in the fabric of time.
By Ajanta Paul
The blue-green algae again congealing
is miraculously sprouting in my lungs
mining its aureoles for the darkness of ages
sifting the soot of carbon memories
By Himadri Lahiri
This is how the world may end
This is how the world can end
By Shyamasri Maji
I rolled my patience into a French bun
And re-collected togetherness in flakes of dried skin
I waited for thunder and rain
In the dark clouds of your stretching arms.
By Gabriel Rosenstock
may the rain never cease
i take shelter in Your love
may it drown out all other sounds
say my name once more
may the rain never cease
By Adrija Chatterjee
You hear, the footprints never forgetting
How you’d revel the days blood lay free
The serpent’s tongue in you
Choosing the outcast in dingy lanes
By Sekhar Banerjee
Everything
becomes elliptical before a fall, I understand
in Lohagarh
By Hiya Chatterjee
Summers had us rolling on beaches of our own sh**, the seas
we transformed into a green plasticky excrement of the earth.
By Azhar Uddin Sahaji
I sing of injustice
Of Murders hailed
And judges guilty of omission
I know, I shan’t be Bulleh
But that’s fine!
By Zeenat Khan
In Hindi, we call
A lizard Chipkali.
To taste its meaning
Break like nuts
from middle, chip + kali.
By Kiriti Sengupta
Aesthetes preach Tagore.
Officials display replica of
the Nobel Prize.
By Mitali Chakravarty
Pluck the leaves off the grass
and weep for what will not be.
By Gabriel Rosenstock
India!
Does the goddess Saraswati smile
When you imprison your poets
When, Covid-stricken, they hallucinate
Sitting in a puddle of urine?
By Rini Bhattacharya
I spell out whispering love hymns
For all these dead love-couples.
Their mating rituals are complete
The channel rings the bell of joy.
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