To my Unborn Child
Here’s a protest poem by Anoucheka. It transcends from the personal and individual plane to the Universal realm, in Different Truths. Learn to sustain yourself But also, learn to...
Buro Shibtola: Oracles and Miracles Prove the Prowess of Shiva till date!
Tales of oracles and miracles have survived for about two hundred years surrounding a Shiva temple, known as Buro Shib, beside the Ganga, near the port of Budge Budge,...
What are the Central Problems of the Indian Economy?
It is difficult to point out what are the central problems of the Indian economy. How does one find out the central problems in such a diverse society, asks...
Talk to Children about Calamities in the Family and Make them a part of the Solution
Anumita tells us that children should not be excluded for the calamities at home. Here she discusses one such real-life incident and shows how the child was happy when...
Pegyal, the 146th Martyr, Self-immolated Himself for the Liberation of Tibet
Pegyal is the 146th Tibetan to self-immolate and the first reported in 2017. This is the second self-immolation from the region – Nyarong. The 24-year-old bachelor was the sole...
Yoga as a Lifestyle
Yoga is being practiced in all forms today including Art Yoga, Dance Yoga, Dynamic Yoga and Power Yoga. It dates back to the time of the Indus Valley civilisation...
Look at me!
Here’s an intense and powerful poem by Luz Maria, Dedicated to the women facing discrimination and violence, in Different Truths that woman that you see behind the glass of...
Submission to Life
In this poem, Anoucheka, moves from the mundane, world of everyday existence, over which we have little control. She explores the higher meanings of life, of God and consciousness,...
Be the Gentlemen
Vatsala finds the brute strength of men, when they are crass or gross, unacceptable. She asks them to be the gentleman and fulfil the divine design. Here’s the poem,...
Child-bride
Here’s a poem by Luz María. She dedicates it to the child-brides for their suffering is a shame to humanity. the full morning was sunless, like a premonition at...