Anoucheka welcomes the dawn, the beginning of a new morning, evocatively in this verse, for Different Truths. A fresh morning With a new born sun With droplets of dew on...
Is death an end? Do the ones who have passed away ever leave us? There are ten dimensions. We know only three. Here the protagonist is in conversation with her loved...
From every house there came out, through open windows, shut doors and concrete walls, soft elongated shapes of light, in liquid movements. They circled the night and swayed along...
The razzamatazz and the hustle bustle of the market place, Charminar and adjoining areas, in the old city of Hyderabad, is indeed wondrous! Sarika, who was in the UK...
Olaitan shares an eerie experience. She uses the metaphors of light and darkness and few other elements to create an atmosphere of fear. She had a brush with someone...
Here’s a love poem by Duska that works at many levels, the sensuous, personal and the divine. On a dark veil of my confused night with your finger, like...
Here’s a jugalbandi in two poems by Ritamvara (as daughter) and Ipsita (as mother). They have been composing poems in sync with each other. Here are two poems by two...
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