Those Lips you Wear
This is a kind of Rhymester poem that came to Deeya in a certain delight seeing the lips of someone who’s very close to her. She was taken in by...
Empty Nest
Children grow and leave home. In this poem Bhawini talks of the many emotions of a woman and how she prepares to deal with her empty nest. She stood looking...
Blood of my Son
A protest poem by Sehar about the bloodstained kurta of a father with the blood of 13-year-old son. Blinded Children Maimed youth Scarred men Disillusioned women Bloody chaurahas* Silent...
A Roach, I Approach
A hilarious nonsense verse on roach by Sukanya. With a Raid in hand I approach Towards the scurrying brown roach. As it scuttled past I moved two steps back,...
Mahasweta Devi, the Voice of the Voiceless, Passes Away in Kolkata
A firebrand writer, who had the spunk and the courage to call a spade a spade, passed away in Kolkata, on Thursday, at 90. Madhumita pays a befitting tribute...
The Alphabet of Love
An intense, erotic prose-poem by Deeya. Sunsets have stories to unfurl I guess – each sunset one of its kind – it’s the quiet lilt in the far horizon...
Weathervane
A philosophical poem by Tatjana. On the solid ground Fatal and dangerous A word or two Between four sides, Mild wind in the north, In the south blows south-eastern...
An Absurd Ghost Story
From every house there came out, through open windows, shut doors and concrete walls, soft elongated shapes of light, in liquid movements. They circled the night and swayed along...
The History House is Rocking
Joyce also wears the hat of a musician and singer, when she is not writing. An interesting poem where the writer-poet and the musician-singer meet. The world’s five greatest composers...
Prinsep Ghat
Lopamudra presents a series of prose-poems or short vignettes in blank verse based on certain long-standing images of Kolkata, and the US. Here’s the second one of the series, ‘Prinsep Ghat’, exclusively for...