Soulmates
Vatsala celebrates soulmates with whom one is connected from past lives. There is a sense of déjà vu in this verse. No mundane taboos, No hypocritical restrictions, No fake rules...
Two Protest Poems: Why do I Write? / Desire
An artist-painter from Bangladesh, Maksudul writes two protest poems for Different Truths. His translator, a poet and art critic, RS Yadav, introduces his poems to us. I was indeed happy...
The Gypsy Trail: The Travails of an Army Wife
Here’s Lily’s humorous take on the life of an army wife. Witty and full of repartee, she talks of the many joys and pains of Cantonment life. Married to an...
A Cosmetic Trip to Steamy Nirvana
Mamta’s comments on the synthetic beauty business and its promised Nirvana in this poem. In an upmarket high rise A swanky hall With cubicles minuscule Mirrors and lights of every...
Songs of the Earth: An Anthology of World Environment Day Poems
The Significant League (TSL) and Different Truths (DT) together offer an Anthology on World Environment Day (WED), 59 poems, one be each poet, showcasing deep concern against degradation of our...
Fireflies
Niladri demystifies freedom in this verse and exposes its delusions red in tooth and claw. Freedom is an orgy, it is the burning of an effigy. Intoxicated fireflies illuminate...
Wounds of Silence
A protest poem by Deeya against atrocities. Desires hold me prisoners scaling walls of atrocities tendrils of silence cloaks me in this vivacious sun I stand upon the bend...
Sisterhood Beyond Borders-II
Urooj and Ipsita found each other through poetry and discovered a deep bond, an inexplicable affinity and affection resulting in a beautiful bond beyond borders. They came together in sisterhood, melting geographical...
Sisterhood Beyond Borders-I
Ipsita and Urooj found each other through poetry and discovered a deep bond, an inexplicable affinity and affection resulting in a beautiful bond beyond borders. They came together in sisterhood, melting geographical...
Isidora
Duska pays her tribute to one of 20 th century’s important woman writer, Isidora.* Fifty years, fifty summers, you have lain here, my Isidora, knitting moonlight in Topčider Cemetery,...