Sing the Curse
A dark poem on social issue, by Deeya, exclusively for Different Truths. The soft windhumming lowswerves in and outof the concrete jungle on the sky risewhere among themlulled by...
Make Sunshine for the Hay
A poignant poem about nature, pandemic, and hope, by Kavita Ezekiel, exclusively for Different Truths. Woke up wondering what I would write todayWhat kind of meaningful words would come...
Silence…
Saranya celebrates the strength and healing power of silence, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths. Earnest confessions and a helpless cryare measured in silence by the knowing eyeIn...
Lockdown
Gopal pens an evocative poem on lockdown, about the plight of the poor, helpless migrants. An exclusive for Different Truths. The dark night amplifies,the pressured heart of the poor...
Mad Woman in Metro
An evocative poem about a mad woman, a metropolis-centric poem, by Dr. Piku, exclusively for Different Truths. In every gentle ray of rain-washed autumn skyThat caress moistened lashes of...
Margins
A felt-need to banish the margins reminds us of Mahatma Gandhi’s vision on his 151st birth anniversary. Here is an evocative and soul-stirring poem, by Mitali, exclusively for Different...
On Freedom
An evocative dialogue between mother and daughter, on freedom, in this woman-centric, social awareness poem, by Saranya. An exclusive for Different Truths. “What’s the antonym for freedom?”She asked looking...
As if I am a Blank Paper…
Sonali expresses the futility of existence, with hope, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths. Few words will be written perhaps,perhaps it will either remain empty…some dots, or pause,...
Manipur Vignettes
Evocative sketches in word-images, of Manipur, by Gopal, exclusively for Different Truths. 1. Moirang, INA and victory flag post —before you go further away,dotted around are the grass rings,boats...
How are They, the Remnants of Our Day of Parting?
An evocative and intense love poem, by Saranya, exclusively for Different Truths. How are they, the remnants of our day of parting?The creaky pillion space of your borrowed bike,The...