The Scab
An intense love poem by Lopamudra. Crush me like old dust between your palms, Let me burn in sulphur flames amid those burning grains. I want to die, the...
Sleep
An evocative verse for her muse by Lopamudra. Let my muse hide in his blanketed darkness. There are slumbers to attend to, Nourishment to tend to, Tastes to be...
Of Fathers, and Daughters
A dedication on Father’s Day On the occasion of Father’s Day, this poem is Lopamudra’s small dedication to the bond that her daughters share with their father, her husband, and...
The Murky Rain
In an innovative sonnet* form, Lopamudra unveils the agony of a girl, her loss of innocence. The little girl slices through the deep blue blush; the rain tears...