Suicides
Here’s a poem on a pertinent socioeconomic issue, suicides by farmers. A protest poem by Kabir, in Different Truths. Peeling off the roots they cry Tears roll and feed...
Not in my Name: We all are Blood-Stained
The recent lynching of teenaged boy Junaid in the name of Beefeater left our columnist Mahima deeply shocked. Unable to participate in #NotInMyName protest as she was travelling, she...
The Lament of Nature
A poignant verse about the lament of nature by Tribhawan. Here’s a protest poem, in Different Truths Mother assimilates cloud’s offerings The womb delivers nature’s bounty Hope rejoices...
The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
A protest poem by Nalini, dedicated to social activist Arundhati Roy. Here’s an intense political verse, in Different Truths. How can you do that? Have a mind of your...
Is the Indian Democracy Declining?
Our Editor-at-Large, Norway-based Amit, focuses on the declining democratic values and rising fascistic, extremist and dictatorial tendencies in contemporary Indian politics and society. An expose with hard facts, exclusively...
Kamala Markandaya: An Important Twentieth Century Indian Woman Novelist in English
Basudeb profiles one of the early woman novelists of India, Kamala Markandaya. A critique, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. The Bronte sisters, Mrs. Gaskell, Dorothy Richardson...
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...
Balancing the Books
We just crossed over to a new financial year in India, on April 1. This is the time to balance the books, says humourist Soumya, tongue-in-cheek. Read more in...
How Silence Suits Various Sections of the Society in Uttar Pradesh?
It might seem unusual that people in Uttar Pradesh prefer silence. They are not vocal in their protests. Prof. Bhaskar finds out the reasons for this silence, a clear...
Homeless
Here’s a powerful and intense women-centric protest poem by Meenakshi, in Different Truths. I have always been a cuckoo bird Raising, egging my being in other’s nests Always in...