By Jharna Sanyal
At the end of the day, I find my words
mending gaps and pores with the vowels.
There are only five.
Tag: Poetry
By Nishi Pulugurtha
This translation makes available some of Soumitra Chatterjee’s poetry to readers all over the world, revealing the working of a mind that had myriad interests and a creativity that had a great range.
By Vidya Tewani
A leaf from the Paath Sahib nani would choose
Her book wrapped in silk folds
Placed on a wooden lattice frame
By Noduli Pulu
Khalid recognises the linguistic vacuum and its ability to tread multifarious sexualities. Hence, one meets with the urgent desire of articulating the presence of fluid sexuality occupying a liminal space in the heteronormative binary as the keynote of the poem.
By Meher Shah
Two women separated by culturally different societies,
kept apart by several oceans
each weaving their craft using different tones.
By Amrita Valan
Knowledge is Truth, it germinates
In the soil of free thinking minds,
God’s Holiest Books are we,
Living and loving, weaving parables
By Megha Sood
your face is like a poem
those deep lines
etched for eternity
tells a story
written by the verses
deeply lodged in your soul
By Goirick Brahmachari
Together we could
Change the colours of the words
Change the sharp meanings
Of colours, colourlessness
For all art must melt in sound
By Sanghamitra Bhumana
Make no mistake, when women march
They bend the arc of History,
Make no mistake, it’s Herstory too!
By Gabriel Rosenstock
Liberty, what’s this
it looks like a crown of thorns
do you bleed inside
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Of trying times and reaching out – of
Life going awry, yet holding on –
A different time, a quarantine.
By Tikuli
searching for a home
all I wanted
were two arms
to hold me in love
By Sutputra Radheye
You also call her a slut
if she has slept with you
and even when she hasn’t.
By Gopal Lahiri
Utpal Chakraborty’s Kirigami validates a distinctive voice as well as a convincing and captivating command of tone, texture, style and technique. It’s a fine debut collection by a promising poet and a joy to read.
By Ritamvara Bhattacharya
This is the only hope, stolen marks of each other we carry.
Vignettes that only the street lamp stands as a vigil.
By Amrita Sharma
“Intisab” remains one of Faiz’s most popular and powerful poetic texts, that seems to have relevance in different social contexts.
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.
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.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 