Humanism
Here’s a poetic tribute of Sarala to Mother Teresa, and a call to the youth to emulate her, in Different Truths. Learn dear youthWhat’s humanismfrom our belovedMother Teresawho cleansed...
After the Taste of Juicy Zobo-Blood
An anti-war protest poem by Martins, for Different Truths. After fuddled in thoughtaround 12am,in the serene nightI depleted my thoughtwhich was flitting through my mindmy thought I proffered no...
Myriad Tales
Here’s an intense poem about the inner turmoil, by Deeya, for Different Truths. Curses left me behindTo float like blotchesOn skinBlindfolding me Legends floated onSoda; it was a wild nightAnd...
Healing Lost Love: The Power of Compassion
Sarala poignantly captures in verse the agony of an aged mother sent to an old-age home, exclusively for Different Truths. Oh God, how I cried to see that old...
A Dark Love Letter: Sleet, Icicles, and Frozen Landscapes
An evocative verse by Elsy where Nature and life intertwine transcending from the individual to the cosmic sensibility, exclusively for Different Truths. Tonight, it is sleet,silently creeping downthe muted...
A Night in Grief
Emptiness, meaninglessness, loss, and darkness are all pervasive in this verse, by Ayub, for Different Truths. Nothing is there,The mirror, the moon, the decanter,All are empty,The page of heart...
Indelible Kiss
An evocative and sensual love poem by Alok, where he sees various elements of Nature in love. It inspires the lover in him. Here’s his verse, in Different Truths....
B = Betrayal
A social responsive poem on betrayal by Poornima, in Different Truths. I am a room full of boxes of betrayalsStacked like files of complaints - uncared, unheardThe pretty violets...
Churned in the Soul
A powerful and an intense poem by Elsy, in Different Truths. The ache that burntinto consciencegrew into a blaze.It was doused,but then the soulwent up in flames!Which is more...
Another Verse between Me and My Poem
Amidst harsh cruelty and metaphors of violence, the poet, and his poem are split apart, in this verse by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths. In the yellow muddled morn,Thinking...