The Most Awake Among the Dead
The near-death experience (NDE) came to me when, one afternoon, I went down to the beach of San Vicente de la Barquera, in Cantabria, when the beach was empty,...
In the Sand
The pearls & gold bangles of lost caravans shine in the sand,Scattered among jade charms & casks of wine in the sand.By moonlight we watched shadows dance like the...
Love in a Glass Bowl: A Deep Bond
Abhilash’s poem explores a man’s love for a childhood symbol, highlighting the complexities of human emotion and the passage of time in a glass bowl, exclusively for Different Truths....
Unknown Soulmate: Unveiling the Mystery of Silent Love
Dr Pradeep’s poem glimpses a mysterious love in a dream, a silent companion whose face she knew yet didn’t, exclusively for Different Truths. Somewhere far away, I glimpsed a dream,A...
Lost in Wonder: An Endless Pursuit
Sai Harshita’s poem is about a journey through unknown lands, seeking solace and purpose, exclusively for Different Truths. A time, a place for me to beA time for land...
Breaking Free: A Cry for Women’s Empowerment
Rajashree’s poignant poem, exclusively for Different Truths, is about a young girl, trapped in a world of fear and oppression, who yearns for freedom and empowerment. Oh, my dear...
Empower the Art of Diwali: Stand with Potters in Need
Diwali’s vibrant traditions, like the skillful handcrafting of diyas, are challenged by mass-produced, profit-driven Chinese lights, laments Arindam, exclusively for Different Truths. In a land of ancient traditions and...
Tanka Poetry and Social Commentary: A Powerful Combination
Hema reviews Dr Pravat Kumar Padhy’s tanka poem, I am a Woman, exclusively for Different Truths, highlighting its poignant exploration of women’s struggles and resilience. ‘Dedicated to all women...
Infernos: A Glimpse into the Cycle of Life and Death
Gopal’s poem explores life and death cycles, evoking empathy and existential angst, exclusively for Different Truths, through a tragic bird’s tragic demise. I saw a tiny bird mauled by...
The Disappearing Dew
The pastVanishes like the morning dew,And eyes get wet with tears formemories that felt good.The sorrows and the joy ,In an infinite domain of light and shadeilluminate our short...