Will we meet on the auctioned banks of our boats in mid river of unspoken news?
The poignant poems of Rafeeq Ahmed, deftly translated, touch the veins of village life at Kerala, negotiating constantly between tradition and modernity.
Huzaifa’s heart-rending poem speaks of the angst, the silent, frustrating, regretful wait of entire generations.
In Ronald’s poem, life is a state of ever-wait, layers of hope and sadness chipping away at the corners of stillness.
Nostalgia, longing and pain wrap tightly as the poet ruminates on the steady loss of his childhood home.
A poet’s introspection on a passing day, of hope and rejuvenation in life.
The poem ruminates on the journey of life which for most embodies a cyclical story of an endless wait.
The poem intends to expose the hollowness of Goddess worship in a society that disrespects women daily.
Sweet malida. A mix of water-softened flattened rice, sugar, dried fruits and nuts, was a dish made
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
Three poems by Sarojini Naidu from 'The Golden Threshold' published in 1905. Naidu is one of the first major female poets in Indian-English literature.
My grandmother has a box/Filled with dolls/Dirty, broken dolls/That were once whole/Friends for my mother/My mother was once a little girl
18 May is celebrated worldwide as International Museum Day. Thomas Hardy's poem celebrates the British Museum.
You were there when that little child fell,/She bruised her leg and cried./ You felt for her, rustled your leaves,/Until her eyes dried.
The night’s a complete washout/ The eyes can’t hold the ocean/Flooding the parched soil/And does its own thing/with the mascara, the eyeliner
They say forgetting will render you free,/But that's not the case with you and me./I like to believe that I have known you long,/But truth
