Two Poems
By Kabir Deb
And now as I am beyond good and evil
I feel guilty of not being me
When I came from the womb
I dreamt of an identity that cannot be touched.
Two Poems on Kolkata
By Lopamudra Banerjee
She smells of half-baked meat, red rain and raw wounds.
She thinks of sporting a boyish haircut, her blazing breath
Slicing the air in shreds.
Book Review: Lopamudra Banerjee’s ‘Let The Night Sing’
By Wani Nazir
Lopamudra Banerjee’s recent book, Let the Night Sing, a bouquet of her poetic musings, without any hyperbole, belongs to the poetry that opens up even the shriveled and plugged channels of creativity in the reader. Opening the cover page of the book, the reader embarks on an odyssey with a longing that there be no end to it.
Poem: My Pond, Your Sea
By Gaurav J. Pathania
Years later,
I crossed the seven seas, to be here in your village by the sea,
Dipping my feet in the cool clear water
Feeling the thunderous waves crash onto my body.
Two poems
By Nishat Arif Hussaini
The clatter of steel from the next table
Knifes through the speech between us
I nod in assent, while your lips
Move in syllables severed from sound.
Book Review: Mallika Bhaumik’s ‘Echoes’
By Ronald Tuhin D’Rozario
I found this book powerful and brilliant. A few poems are like a flash flood. The words sweep the heart away. And some poems are like frost, conveying a profound sense of emptiness and void.
Three Poems
By Ananya S Guha
this small town lunging ahead
to the crisis of city
Even as the traffic in its mad rush
halts to let an old lady pass by
with a half smile
Five Poems
By Goirick Brahmachari
Sleep and love, I lose both,
As I slowly cage,
Rage and memory, I learn to gulp
To return to my age.
Book review: Deeptesh Sen’s ‘House of Song’
By Bhaswati Ghosh
Like every good poet, with House of Song Deeptesh Sen takes the reader on a journey in which she sets out to solve riddles but ends up finding delight in remaining looped within them.
Three poems
By Saidalavi PC
The nadir of despair, have you seen, my friend? Look here.
The broken bones and seared flesh of Akhlaq, Pehlu Khan
The chilling presence of a missing Najeeb from JNU
And a countless under-trials behind the bars on flimsy charges for days on end.
Four Poems
By Mubashir Karim
Actually
It lacks everything a balcony should have.
It is, however, full of pigeon shit and love.
Two Poems
By Sohini Chatterjee
Born of no man but undone by them
Draupadi’s story is every woman’s.
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