Poem: Some direct talk, if you will
By Goirick Brahmachari
That many of them drove me away
When I tried to be a socialist
For I was not from JU or JNU or NYU.
Poem: Chatla Blues
By Goirick B
They are taking me away
from the banks of my Chatla
They are taking me away.
Poem: The other side calling
By Sunil Sharma
in order to have a sense of the totality,
we must tumble down a rabbit’s hole or
enter a Looking-glass room on our own
‘cause there is always that side calling out
an adventurer to explore!
Poem: Is it you, Mahisasura?
By Jyotsna Dwivedi
Here are those daughters of mine, who were slaughtered, raped, killed in the womb.
Here are those daughters, who live in fear. Here are those daughters who live in shame.
Poem: Slices of a hometown
By Ananya S Guha
I cup palms, fold hands
into a prayer of hope,
that these hills do not turn bestial
or run away with my trifling, opaque
dreams of a town which my eyes
search every day, for change
Two Poems
By Fatima Zehra
nevertheless I found peace in
your lewd reciprocity and
tragic seasonal violence,
your trapped sunset hues;
Poem: Where is Eid?
By Imtiyaz Assad
Every day, a snare of lurid nightmare
Hangs around my neck,
And every night,
My tongue is nailed
To the macabre cross of silent tragedy.
Poem: The Rohingya
By Usha Nellore
The Buddha said, be detached.
I can’t be detached.
You can’t be detached.
No one should be detached.
When another human is attacked,
what is it like to be detached
what is it like not to fight back.
Two Poems
By Michelle D’Costa
When they ask, you know any Konkani films?
Say, you’ve no clue. They’ll believe you.
Minorities have no music or cinema.
Two Poems
By Tikuli
the river hears her hurried footsteps
with rapt attention, at its bend
under the shade of the mangroves,
a boat and a promise patiently wait
ready to carry her away.
Two Poems
By Nishi Pulugurtha
He drank and drank till it drove him to an end
Two months ago, it all ended, or did it?
Today, Moyna has got some work
More children all around – the boy there too.
Goirick Brahmachari’s poems: From the outside, looking out
By Ashley Tellis
Brahmachari is a promising voice but needs to let his voice marinate, grow, access depth. He needs to eschew cliché and outside observation and let us enter his empathetic and sensitive mind for once.
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