By Nishi Pulugurtha
The poems in The Fern-Gatherer’s Association bring together ideas, images, associations, endowing the known and familiar with a dreaminess that fills the senses.
Tag: Sekhar Banerjee
By Sekhar Banerjee
An empty palm in rain does not hold
anything back; it returns
privacy for privacy, water for water,
solitude for solitude like a forlorn prayer-wheel
left in the courtyard
By Sekhar Banerjee
Everything
becomes elliptical before a fall, I understand
in Lohagarh
By Sekhar Banerjee
Calcutta is hermaphrodite like a red hibiscus
or a tomato or pumpkin or a horse chestnut
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 