The one who sets in motion strange, impossible/Works, that once begun/ will stretch forth into space and time,/towards a history yet unborn,
Read a poem by young author Isha Maiti.
It is said, 80-90% Americans drive over 50 miles to be with their families on Thanksgiving. Sometimes they drive for 20 hours after work on
The night is silent; but is it holy?/The night’s freezing, the hour ungodly!/'Tis the hour when evil shapes/slink out of their filthy lair/and flit amongst
How melancholy is this transition winter hour! People spread their wings. They burn in their own flaming evening lamp... An entire lifetime incubates itself in
Eternity - Episode Thirty of Audio-visual Poetry Series by Amit Ranjan Biswas, illustrated by Rajendrani Mukherjee
Where love dwells eternal in the cradle resting deep/Softly rocking to the pull of hands that once held...
Poem by Sadaf Munshi an American poet who was born in Kashmir.
I went sleepless and troubled/ Hiding under my pallid skin/As a thick blanket of darkness/Enveloped the starless night.
While I fear someone will push me off of the edge,/The mountains tell me, "Don't worry darling, I will catch you".
My heart was chipped,/broken,/ a thousand times,/like my favourite porcelain plate,/inherited from my grandmother
Hope a poem by Sayanshuvra Chakraborty. My hopes were shattered/My anger became obsolete/My wishes went unanswered...
We talked about heads turning into tails, / and my mother’s silverware jumping out of / their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
I squirm in my bed / Forget the metaphors, the similes / Allusions, images / Whips after whips of remembering the dead,
Sayan Shuvra is a 13 year old poet. He writes a poem on the dilemma and confusion of a young mind.
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
