Four Poems

By Suhit Kelkar
At your silent shrieking
to be born,
I point my bony finger
at some other womb.

Poetry: Oh Kashmir!

By Sabyasachi Nag
If I tear your veil and force my lips on the blue flame that burns
Your eyes, could you not keep them shut tonight? Not see, just sense?
Kashmir, why do you look at me and make me cry?

Poem: Taslima Nasrin’s “For an Unlover”

By Taslima Nasrin
I had drawn you with my desire,
I had made you my lover with my desire,
I also made you an unlover with my desire.

Book Review: Paresh Tiwari’s ‘Raindrops Chasing Raindrops: Haibun and Hybrid Poems’

By Poornima Laxmeshwar
The prose is sensuous. It holds the minds of the readers and also allows free wandering in imagination when needed. Sometimes it brings alive the touch, sometimes the visuals and at times even the taste. But aren’t poems supposed to tantalize, bring out undiscovered emotions and even surprise us at times?

Lost Poetry of Education

By Priyanka Tiwari
Education must create a broader picture in the child’s mind about the philosophy of life, the madness of individuality and the music of life and death. After all, the more we come closer to death, the more we start to live.

Three Poems

By Junaid Ashraf
Half the life of a Muslim is spent in suffering
As the victim of the terrorism and the other half
In explaining to the world that he is not a terrorist!

The need for ‘Love After Babel’

By Chanchal Kumar
Love After Babel will be remembered as the prime example of a poet’s love letter to language, which can be a reluctant, unyielding beloved. Its appearance in our midst couldn’t have been timelier. We needed a Love After Babel to remind us why Dalit poetry has always been far superior to Brahmin-savarna’s, in other words, the mainstream’s attempts at writing verse, not that we had any doubt to begin with.

Book Review: Saubhik De Sarkar’s ‘The Evening Gnome: Selected Poems 1995-2017’

By Nishi Pulugurtha
The poems translated from the first volume speak of political alertness in a manner that seems to be ruthless. They voice hope, fear, sarcasm and doom along with destruction and death. Saubhik’s second volume took a long time in making and has poems that use place names and geography to speak of lived in reality of life.

In conversation with poet, Vinita Agrawal

By Poornima Laxmeshwar
When I visit poems from my first book, I see that many of them are also about existential angst. About this clawing search for the real essence of life. The explorations are handled with slightly more finesse in TFM perhaps because I have more experience with the craft now.

Poems inspired by Kanhaiya Kumar’s speeches and writings

By Sabyasachi Nag
You can shred me into million pieces,
Throw my ashes to nor’westers,
Bury me in the dead river bend
I promise I shall return, new and fierce –
I am Azadi.