Because she wore mismatched clothes, and nerdy glasses, too big for her face. She had no sense of humor, knew no trends, and had no taste. Her laugh was hideous, and her curves absent. She longed to be a full moon, but was only a crescent. She picked food in her braces, with her bare hands, had tacky sense of fashion, wore a yellow shirt, with green pants. She knew … [Read more...]
Indian English Poems
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Little Ones | Sukrita Paul Kumar
Terror-struck bees Buzzing in hornets Yellow Sun shooting out of black clouds …………………………………………………………… Buddha in grey stone Melting in White peace ……………………………………………………………. Through stillness of my walk The forest dancing in fog The earth in circles …………………………………………………………… A scream shooting through The eye of the needle the baby is born …………………………………………………………… … [Read more...]
Reminiscence | Dr. N Madani Syed
My father scraps the salty Marina wind Off his body (nearing the retirement age) Before the sound of the BBC radio announcer, Who declares in his white-collar voice The cessation of the Russian aggression Over the neighbouring spirited nation. He then drinks his cup of Darjeeling tea And performs his routine wudu, As the voice from the radio stoically regurgitates … [Read more...]
If I weren’t from Bombay | Saranya Subramanian
If I weren’t from Bombay, I’d probably call it Mumbai. I’d probably hold more value for every time I smelled the colours of the sea. I’d never know how it is to walk out of my house to find all seven colours of the rainbow- and the pot of gold at the end of it. How people tread on hot coals to grab a few coins, only to find some on chariots flying towards it. If I … [Read more...]
Switch the lights off | Sneha Pathak
Always switch the lights off when you leave the room. What would they say about me I wonder? Long gone the happy one The lucky one The pretty one The last few years I was the sad one The moody one The crazy one Long gone, everyone. Would did say the good or the bad? Or would it be lined with scorn or pity? She lived a life of almosts Big dreams Too big for her … [Read more...]