An Ode to Sushant | Renu Mal
In April, Sushant had deleted all his old pictures that he had posted since he created his account on Instagram. Yet nobody had time to look imto his trauma. Read the touching Ode Renu Mal has dedicated to his memory
Category: Poetry
The Forbidden Fruit of today: CLOSURE / Ojaswini Trivedi
We spend years and years trying to find answers to the half spoken sentences and mid-air collapsed promises. The night teases us to insomnia, trying to replay the tape of those incidents, moments, gestures. What could have been, what should have We spend years and years trying to find answers to the half spoken sentences and mid-air collapsed promises. The night teases us to insomnia, trying to replay the tape of those incidents, moments, gestures. What could have been, what should have been. Were we real then
. Were we real then?
Under the Grid of Sub Reality / Susmita Mukherjee
The old hag lay face down,Her dried hair up in the air,Like dry twigs after harvest.Her scrawny left arm upturnedat an angle, as if not sure,whether for alms or in benediction;Her other hand, mottled,...
The Only Whole Thing / Susmita Mukherjee
I will give you a piece of my land, I will give you a piece of my kid’s custody, I will give you the healthier half of the meal, I will give you the...
A Sinister flight! Poem by Aneeta Chitale
I was a happy bird….with greatWings to fly …thousands of milesIn open skies…..in cloudy palletsI flew in seamless oceansAcross the seven seas andFive continents….in peace!I knew I was the best chosenBy The Creator….God! Almighty!...
Raunaq & Jassi: Watch Out Thespians, Bollywood is Here / Manohar Khushalani
The show of Raunaq & Jassi at Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium was a blockbuster, though, not as big as Director Feroz Abbas Khan’s earlier hit, Mughal E Azam. What appears to be a new trend...
Khamohsi
Aksar baat karne ki kosish main Zubaan Khamosh kyu nahi reh jaata Kyu nahi gum main asoon nikalte nahi Kya duniya ki aagosh main yese sawaar hui ki angaar baraste hain asoon nahi Kya...
To be eternally lived
Her crumpled clothes still lies on her beloved bed Her uncombed stands of hair lying still They are not strands of shredded shrouds But create the wave of tumultuous lived lives of moments …of...
I KNOW / Sangeeta Gupta
I know/ you are still holding my hand I feel you in my palm pain looses its intensity I am smiling at myself your kindness twinkles in your eyes In your light I sail through...
The Poetry Page / Alessio Zaneli
Who Cares? Anyone who believes exponential growth can go forever in a finite world is either a madman or an economist. ...
