Spread even, your flesh against the gnarled roots-
push against the carmine walls that caress you;
you will learn to outgrow them.
Drape around the trunk until one can’t tell
[Read the rest...] “A letter to myself | Namrata Narendra”
City couplets | Namrata Narendra
My feet are playing catchup with my senses,
Upar neeche, aage peeche.
Sounds draw me in,
sights and smells, I drown in
[Read the rest...] “City couplets | Namrata Narendra”
Fading Memories | Karishma V.M
Like a leaf blown away in the wind,
Fallen, a long distance from the tree,
Left to die or be trampled upon
So do memories fall apart one by one.
Like scars from a wound that is healing
A reminder … [Read the rest...] “Fading Memories | Karishma V.M”
Let Poetry Be Graver | Amit Koley
Let that moon be graver;
As the next few centuries see, many hundred crores
Of men and women dip into there,
Let dreams of a few more worlds be flung as beams;
Let those hills stand loftier
With deeper gorges;… [Read the rest...] “Let Poetry Be Graver | Amit Koley”
Mothers & Daughters | Amrita Goswami
I should admit Mother, in your pictures I have searched for a certain independent poise.
I searched for a resoluteness, a knowledge of the world and control, but mostly I found
a timid, domestic docility that I did not like … [Read the rest...] “Mothers & Daughters | Amrita Goswami”
Our Things | Khyati Maurya
You must be the one I bumped shoulders with on the crossway.
It’s not a folktale, it was yesterday.
I believe…
I believe that every atom that has ever touched me has touched you too.
I believe the zephyr that … [Read the rest...] “Our Things | Khyati Maurya”
Broken | Reema Sen
Smother your pensiveness, veil your anxiety,
Take long, deep looks, shut your eyes in prayer.
Wish you were King Canute,
And command the tremor to stay.
Smooth the wrinkles with your hand,
Caress, care, counsel, make amends.
Dazzle the interstices … [Read the rest...] “Broken | Reema Sen”
Ignition, 1972 | Aishwarya Khale
I
In dark dungeons, the men congregate in the night,
Slowly sipping their tea, smoking, and waiting for
the woman to bring them the chronicle and the
posted letters. From their brothers and sisters,
from seven oceans across. High storm … [Read the rest...] “Ignition, 1972 | Aishwarya Khale”
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