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.
Three poems on Kashmir
By Junaid Ashraf
A soldier
here in my head
that tells me
what to think
what not to think.
Coming to poetry: Between reason and grief
By Akash Bharadwaj
The feisty tone of the poem and her determined voice reached the pores of my skin. I was surprised to find in her otherwise soft voice an anger that spoke not only about the epic world of Mahabharata, but a similar world of deceit, lust, and struggles that surrounded us.
Book Review: Linda Ashok’s ‘whorelight’
By Mosarrap H Khan
Ashok’s poems work best when the depiction of violence is etched in minimal language, disembodied, like a hand across the shoulder, as if with the deft touch of a painter’s single brush-stroke.
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.
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.
Book Review: Kiriti Sengupta’s ‘Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral’
By Jagari Mukherjee
As I reached the end of the trilogy, I seemed to have woken up from a beautiful dream-like trance. Yet, the memory of the dream clung to me like the fragrance of a rose. I re-read my favorite bits from the book time and again.
Poems: Kathua and Unnao
By Ananya S Guha
And her killers, her killers
are they too wandering
or pimping in the temple
aflame with blood?
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