Poetry
In Commiseration
Poetry you suffer at the hands of pimps and yet you blush to the delight of your true loves
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Poetry
Troubled Sleep
is it when eyes droop red and lactic acid does bleed in your veins no blood is left that you be a beast?
Poetry
Lost Times
On walls I paste, whose colors decline, ‘Wanted’ posters for those lost times!
Poetry
Our Belongings
I keep your belongings, Our belongings; safe; For the day we will reconcile
Poetry
Earth Woman
And thus it was that the Earth made light Shine where it had been forever dark.
Poetry
Searching for Seamus
… in a warm July you lay Christened and smiling … While I, a guest in your green court, At a West window sat and…
Poetry
The Soul of Blithe
That night, the veil of clouds; Torn by a streak of lightening Led once to the arrival Of that infant so born, To face the…
Poetry
Multiverse
Stretched between wakefulness and oblivion; identity’s rebellion and sleep’s persuasion; I fiddled with the bitter cold star inside me. Dead star with dead dreams at its core….
Poetry
Orange
a few meters away the church bells ring and earthen lamps light a prayer for a son daughters don’t get burial in this land
Poetry
Reminiscence
He remembered his father’s face, Grey eyes, with a cold gaze, His mother’s proud stance, As she threw him a final glance.
Poetry
Evening in Tagore Park, May 2013: A Nonnet
She placed her chair so gently on the ground, so that it doesn’t make the slightest of sound, for he read his poem, in that…
Poetry
Hormones
Your memories will give me dull heartaches, but that’s so much better than the shimmering agony
Poetry
Silent Night, Holy Night
We fold mistakes like clothes, keeping them alive for another day. Errors turn into kettle-fossils.
Poetry
L-I-F-E I-S A C-L-I-M-B
Roshni Menon shares a poem that is also an acrostic reflecting on life.
Poetry
Remember that Boy
Remember his eyes, that lacked in shine Remember his dreams, that were broken with time.
Poetry
Lichis - A Poem by Meena Alexander
A Poem from Meena Alexander’s forthcoming book, Birthplace with Buried Stones.
Poetry
Prison
The same source of light guides the ship with its glow, But has wrecked our boat with one big blow.
Poetry
What brings back, the breeze to the ocean
So shall rise the seas and fall; Rush and run, like children to brawl,
Poetry
Falling for a Friend
She whispered to me, her abysmal desires, Her mysteries, her secrets, her fire, her dire.