To be a Bride Again!
Whenever a girl is dressed like a bride, she is sent away. First, from her parent’s home. And, the next time, for her final journey. The protagonist says, “I am...
The Choice is ours Solely
Anoucheka deals with the deeper issues of life and Karmic cycles in this poignant verse exclusively for Different Truths. The way we live our lives is up to us Whether we...
The Hurt Wall
Our feelings are trapped within us. Neelakshi asks if hurt could be hung on the wall and displayed, in this poignant verse, exclusively for Different Truths. Can you hang up...
An Eloquent Female
It’s not easy to be a woman. She has to pay a price for it, says Bhawini in this poem. Away from the spread of conformity, Away from this...
A Crowded Loneliness
There are several positive things about large and extended families (read the joint family system). Often, parents-in- law snoop into the private lives of their daughters-in- law. It’s stifling and suffocating....
Lesbian Lovers Together in Life and Death!
Two college friends, Reena and Minu, were lesbian lovers. They wanted to remain together. Reena was brutalised and married off in a distant state to a doctor. Could marriage separate the...
The Sky has Caught Fire
Elsy is a poet of peace. She questions terror and war in this poignant verse exclusively for Different Truths. The sky has caught fire, so has man’s conscience! Bhoom! Bhoom!...
Custodial Battle: Accelerant Used to Blast House with Dad and his Two Sons
Lack of sun causes despondency. Morbidity, destruction and death cloud the mind instead of good pleasant thoughts. Sukanya recalls that waiting in a doctor’s office, a write-up in a magazine disturbed...
Born into Brothels: An Ode to Sonagachhi
This poem is Lopamudra’s poetic tribute to Sonagachhi, the red light area of Kolkata, and the children of the sex workers there. It’s a continuation of the series of poetic...
Rose of a Lover
Oshin celebrates the rose in this evocative poem exclusively for Different Truths. Should she ever know, How treasured she is For she’d cease to grow Beautiful in a poet’s...