We talked about heads turning into tails, / and my mother’s silverware jumping out of / their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
It was difficult for Sudha to brush off the pall of gloom that seemed to be her constant companion lately. Nothing had been the same
It originally appeared as a song in a play Auden co-wrote with Christopher Isherwood called The Ascent of F6 - the play was an ironic
It was the usual routine. Today was the seventeenth day. Smriti came back from the hospital, crashed down on the soft royal blue sofa. Mini
I squirm in my bed / Forget the metaphors, the similes / Allusions, images / Whips after whips of remembering the dead,
When life ebbs, and what remains in the last moments are memories, it's always a 'feeling' which overrides all 'facts'.
You have to read Nikita’s work to understand the powerful magic of her verse. Though the moniker InstaPoet comes with all its implications, Nikita is
Sayan Shuvra is a 13 year old poet. He writes a poem on the dilemma and confusion of a young mind.
Her first collection, milk & honey, which was self-published in 2014, before it was picked up by a publisher, has now been translated into 40
Apparently we've all originated from a fish. But that as fate would have it, it was a fish that ruined my day.
Translated by Hindol Bhattacharjee from the Bengali song by Tagore. The original song was composed at Santiniketan, in 1922. I will cross the sea of
Vir Sen paints the Catskill Mountains he visited during a recent vacation.
Vikram Seth became my path finder and made me the poet I am today.
They demanded ten thousand rupees and a large number of gifts as a dowry.
The city of Kolkata has seeped deep into Suni Bhandari making inroads into his soul. His poetry is a mere reflection of his relationship with
Short poem by Oishika Ray
