Masquerade
Here’s a ballad from Sarala about the sensuousness of a woman, ready to unmask and take revenge, in Different Truths. Don’t take me for granted She swayed her curvaceous...
Tagore and the Indian Press: Chintamani Babu Acted like a Friend, not a Businessman – II
Tagore sent his emissaries to Babu Chintamani Ghosh with a request to make some arrangement for the benefit of Vishwa Bharati. At that time Tagore was in Colombo. Tagore...
Mumma, Never Let me go Away!
An evocative poem about a child speaking to its mother, by Ritambhara, in Different Truths. The warmth of your arms defines my world The care you give is untold...
Compensations
An evocative poem about various aspects and attributes of life, by Elsy, in Different Truths. Two-in-one, bane and boon: this hyper sensitivity! The bane is when even a...
Great Expectations
Sarala talks of her dreams of better India, in this poignant verse, in Different Truths. I have a dream I have a dream To see my motherland bloom With...
Love Bloomed Amongst Hatred, Revenge Violence and Deaths of the 1984-Carnage in When a Mighty Tree Falls by Amrinder Bajaj
Despite the deep hurt, Amrinder Bajaj’s novel, When a Mighty Tree Falls, remained objective. In the novel, she described how some Hindus, risking their lives and limbs, saved their...
The Vengeful Five – II
Here’s the second part of the two-part story by Sumita. The narration in macabre humour is intriguing, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. “Make way, make way,...
Sliver of Memories
An inward-looking, evocative verse by Mamta, in Different Truths. She tells us that in this ephemeral, ever-changing world, something doesn’t change. Like migratory birds I return home to the...
Bolshevik: It is Hundred
Here’s a poem by Kabir, on the occasion of the centenary of the Bolshevik Revolution, in Different Truths. Adhered to the wall They craved for freedom One after another...
Death Announced her Arrival
An evocative poem by Sumita, in Different Truths. Death announced her arrival. No silent whispers in my ears; No, the clarion call was loud and clear. My guts burnt;...