Black Umbrella
An evocative protest poem, by Naheed, exclusively for Different Truths. The assassination of the heart was obvious And terrible, by the scholars so called Who knew only, the Grammar...
A Plea
An evocative protest poem, by Shernaz, exclusively for Different Truths. rendered sightless by arrogant oratory suspended in a state of foolish denial swept off their feet, they cart-wheeled oblivious...
Musings in the Cold Desert
A journey to the cold desert, Spiti, makes Soumya take a voyage within, with his Muse. An exclusive for Different Truths. A dry, barren, grey landscape. I am wandering...
Khadi, a Sensibility
Dr. Sona recounts the meaning of Khadi, in this multilayered poem, exclusively for Different Truths. Khadi! Not just a word It's a feeling, a sensibility, An entire world in...
Sex Education: Why Avoid Conversing About Sex with Children?
One of the major reasons to educate children about sex is the rampant increase in sexual abuse, child rape, molestation, and unwanted pregnancies, argues Sudipta. An exclusive for Different...
The Law of Gravity
An evocative social commentary, in this verse, by Rituparna, exclusively for Different Truths. Time is flying away from time immemorial. Mind is digressing from the mind of eternal days....
My Journey in Theatre in the Last Ten Years
Standing tall, against all odds, Pragya defied norms and taboos of her Marwari community, joining theatre. Her search for identity is narrated in an evocative confessional piece, exclusively for...
The Void
A poem of desperation and hope, by Concetta, exclusively for Different Truths. I sit in the void Thoughts abound Some good, some bad The light flickers Bright Brighter D...
In Kuala Lumpur: Stork or Stalker?
Dr. Roopali talks about being stalked in Kaula Lumpur. She shares her experience in a unique bird park, exclusively for Different Truths. I was being stalked. Every time I stopped,...
Indelible Patterns
A poignant poem about the mystical magic of nature, by Ketaki, exclusively for Different Truths. You tread softly, Like a butterfly visiting… On my moments of sadness and depleting...