Two poems inspired by Asifa’s death
I refuse the idea
That one has to transgress humanity
To kill Asifa
So do not fall for it.
Three Poems
By Shobhana Kumar
Today, I learn that growing old
is not always graceful,
that the shrivelling will get me,
and no sunshine, water or love
can withhold the withering.
Three Poems
By Linda Ashok
I have been busy complimenting
strangers on the footpath
and proposing to store-keepers
how poetry can really glam up
their interiors.
Four Poems
By Fatima Zehra
loving you came in
pieces; empty glances,
broken promises, and everything in
between.
Poem: For Madhu
By Sumit Ray
Did you go back and eat?
Or were you full
after having human meat?
Book Review: Kiriti Sengupta’s ‘Solitary Stillness’
By Amit Shankar Saha
it is not surprising if there is an intersection, if not altogether a confluence, of Eastern and Western traditions in the practice of Indian writers in English, too, who curiously inherit both the traditions through the mediations of colonial and global cultures one after the other. In this context if we read Kiriti Sengupta’s latest release, Solitary Stillness, which is a book of aphoristic verses and prose poems, we are indeed reading an example of the said intermingling.
Poem: For Asma Jahangir
By Rimli Bhattacharya
I am scared, she is not;
I cried, she laughed;
I was beaten, so was she;
I broke down, she stood up.
Two Poems
By Mekhala Chattopadhyay
One day, we shall become the comics
At the end of the page,
Which goes unnoticed by grand ideas.
Poem: My Ode to Kamala Surayya
By Chandramohan S
But Google-doodle
Entombs her maiden name,
Shrouded in archaic veil!
Three Poems
By Yuan Changming
Hesitantly, the snowflakes keep
Swinging around until their final fall
To the ground, in thickening stillness
Book Review: Harekrishna Deka’s ‘One Hundred Poems of Harekrishna Deka’
By Ananya S Guha
The poet’s professional life as a Police Officer in 20th century turbulent Assam is a backdrop against the unveiling of his poetry but there is no cause-effect mention. If he talks about blood, he presents the universal picture of man, trapped by history or anthropology.
Two poems
By Faakirah Irfan
Tell the parents stuck in hospital lines
That their children’s eyes are nothing but
Collateral damage.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 