The Love for a Poem That Refused to Let Go
A poem is born through its creator, the poet. Here, the poem is persistent like a child, till the poet and the poem become one, by Anumita, in Different...
Creation of God…
In this verse, Sarala sings the praise of God’s creation, exclusively for Different Truths. Blooming buds Tiny and cute Colourful fragrant flowers Spreading aroma everywhere Mighty mountains High and brown Verdant meadows Green and lush Singing brooks Swaying...
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...
The Revenge of Tashi
A bold and intense prose poem by Deeya, in Different Truths. Tashi breathes the mud of magic. The cold windy day translucently blows and his bones rattle against a tepid...
India through Her Stamps
Sreelata tells us about the journey of India through her stamps. With the first General Post Office being opened, in 1774, in Calcutta, followed by Madras (1778) and Bombay (1792)...
Dementia, the Demon
An intense social awareness poem on dementia by Sarala, in Different Truths. He was the much sought after engineer in a well-known firm With foreign trips plenty A man...
The Bitch, the Witch or That Woman on a Shaky Pedestal?
Millions of women are ostracised for what is normal, and in fact, a magical and powerful bodily function that enables the miracle of life. It is our fear of...
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...
True Love, at Last!
Here’s a soulful love poem by Vatsala, for Different Truths. Like an elegant knighthe softly holds my hand,Lovingly, he imprintsprotective kisses on my forehead In contrast to my past-Scars...
Us, just us
Here’s an evocative love poem by Nilakshi, as we celebrate the season of fertility and bounty, in Different Truths. Will there be a time When there’ll be usJust usWaiting for...