A Palace in the Desert
Dr. Roopali walks down the memory lane and recollects life of an army brat in a desert. A book extract exclusively for Different Truths. One day, after six months...
Dislocation
An evocative poem by Poonam, where physical pain transcends into the agonising pain of a refugee, exclusively for Different Truths. During childhood, On one of the vacations To my...
To ‘Feel’ my Words is to Know Me
Here’s an autobiographical prose poem, by Christine, exclusively for Different Truths. Did that thought linger in the wondrous imagination of that storyteller extraordinaire, Hans Christian Andersen? I think so. ...
Carnage
A dark poem about sinister childhood memories, by Gopal, exclusively for Different Truths Today I summon all those sinister, childhood shadows inside my dark room, my long memory laboratories,...
And Then This Shraadh
An evocative poem by Dr. Roopali about Pitrapaksha, when we pray, cook, and feed our ancestors, the patriarch’s ghosts that visit us, every year. The women-ghost perhaps are still...
Missing Link
Sujata tells us an intriguing story about Mahadev, Radha and their daughter, Pushpa. What was the missing link in the family? Will Mahadev ever know what had snapped? An...
Puri Priest Robbed, Executions in Afghanistan, World Rhino Day, Ashoka Pillar
Shail looks at this week’s news in her column. A Puri priest was robbed by a Facebook friend, executions have returned to Taliban ruled Afghanistan, to raise awareness and...
Pied Poesy: Evolving Trends & Techniques in Contemporary Maithili Poetry
Bhaskaranand reviews Pied Poesy, an anthology of 55 contemporary Maithili poets, edited by Dr. Lalitesh Mishra. Covering a large sweep of subjects and themes, it presents a paroxysm of...
The Past is Gone
Subramanian rues about the changing landscape of Chennai, in this nostalgic poem, exclusively for Different Truths. Chennai’s landscape is changing faster beyond the raising of the brows; A fusion...
Growth
An evocative poem about nature, by Dr. Molly, exclusively for Different Truths. Taking its own time the butterfly slowly, painfully separates its...