अब पितृ दिवस मेरा सूना है। – ज़िले सिंह
पिता तो मेरे चले गए,अब पितृ दिवस मेरा सूना है।जैसे लोभी का धन लुट गया,और लगा मोटा चूना है।अब यादों में रहे शेष बस,मूरत नहीं दिखाई देती।कहां ठहाका रहा हंसी का,खुशियां नहीं दिखाई देती।कहां...
Category: Poetry
MY HEART IS AN ALIEN SPARROW and other poems in English and Italian
MY HEART IS AN ALIEN SPARROW Ah my heart, my heart is an alien sparrow. Ah my heart, my heart, which dance of love, that dances a comma of your land. Ah my heart,...
The Grand Inquisitor
But, he was only a shadow.
He was not
the Prince of Darkness
the veiled Mistress
smiles gently.
She gave me an address
and instructions
He lives on
The majesty of willing life-in-death
in Absolute Zero
Night’s Neurons
The Weaver (June 2007, Mumbai) Betwixt waking and eternity the corridor twists and turns darkness peeps out of many doors left ajar. Out in the open a man steps out of the lamplight into...
Blood and Rain
A View from an Ex-Aristo (Mumbai, 2014) Mother of God!There you standtall and proudthe blade across your torsoangledlike a grey black sports brabut you have no breasts.Why no breasts?Only straight linesrunning truewithout curvingwithout bending.I...
About Amrita Pritam / Kanika Aurora
The bonds and conventions of society are certainly reflected in my poetry, negatively, of course. But I think every intelligent person has to suffer…Suffering is the price the intelligent person has to pay. As for women, I feel that women in literature are different from women in other fields…Basically; there is a prejudice against women in literature. Men take women’s writing lightly; they doubt a women’s sincerity. For example, when I got this Sahitya Akademi Award, and with it fame, the leading English daily in Delhi wrote that I got my popularity in Punjabi literature because of my youth and beauty. I felt very sorry to read that. Why not talent? They can admire a beautiful woman, but not a talented one.”
In The City Alone … and other poems / Rachna Joshi
I walk through the old market
fascinated by cowbells. Himalayan cedars
and pines cover the slopes around.
Dew soaks through the foliage
and the cold vapours settle everywhere,
branches and leaves hang in a myopic mist
green, white and light blend.
As tributes pour in on Surekha Sikri’s demise listen to her Swan Songs
As a fitting tribute to the great performer she was we will listen to her mellifluous recitations of Hindi and Urdu Poetry. But before that, here are some of the tributes which poured in on social media and otherwise from her millions of admirers, and eminent people whom she knew, including actors and directors from film, television and theatre.
Aneeta Chitale: Sojourn to Maldives – Book Review / Interview
The turbulent times between the years spanning from 2008 to 2014 is presented on the canvas. The relations between the two countries were totally raptured in this era. The entire plethora of Indian nationals and foreigners had gone berserk. I had to study it in detail and follow it consistently.
Resonances of the Past – a review by Manohar Khushalani
Ruth is best known for her pioneering work integrating sacred texts into contemporary voice/body theatre. Her pioneering approach to the transcendental aspect of voice is founded solidly in sacred cantorial Jewish traditions. In Mirror Sky in a backdrop of dimly lit scenes Ruth, swirling, moaning, producing gutrral sound explains the origin of her techniques:
