Pen by Diya Baral
Today I wrote a poem
With a pen.
Maybe it was totally blue ink…
Or, it was totally black ink…
Or, other colourful inks…
I didn’t know.
Whatever it was,...
जहाँ सीता, वहीं राम by Navratra
जहाँ सीता,वहीं राम
क्या राम आयेंगे तो सब बदल जायेंगे?
हर महिला में सीता माता देख पायेंगे?
अपने अंदर के रावण को हरायेंगे,
या उद्घाटन के बाद फिर...
Adieu…Adieu! by Diya Baral
We are like
Vladimir and Estragon,
Busy in bidding adieu to
The powerful landowner: Pozzo!
By saying, “Adieu, Adieu!”
In the end of boring Act-I,
One and only thing is...
Skeleton Skin by Monobina Nath
Peeling off
my apple skin
in winter star.
curtain embraced me
to see-
my scars.
so, I'm holding
my heart
at window grilles-
to color,
to ornament
the shapes of wind-
that...
That “Special” Ordinary Day by Navratra.
What should I ask for,
When my birthday is knocking on the door?
I’ll get lots of love and blessings,
And tons of gifts for sure!
A new...
On My Dinner Plate by Monobina Nath.
If I could refrigerate
my happiness into containers
then, I would place it
in my deepest lake,
in my microwave
to warm it,
to place on my dinner...
As Gospel by Emalisa Rose
The circus of sandpipers
takes off, come September
though some will remain.
Today is a rain day.
We forfeit the last suns
of summertime.
Sand crafted figurines
etch-a-sketch, wave warriors
in receipt...
Luggage of Life by Mohini Tiwary
As Time pass By
The "luggage " becomes heavy for thy
Some might fall with its weight
In twenties or in their forties.
The Luggage mostly...
White speck box of love by Monroe Gogoi Phukan
My love blows sea-ward,
I am not the waters of a sea.
Torn shoe that sipped the dirt of fate,
And let the wind polish my mistakes!
Arch...
কথাৰ সুতুলি by Monroe Gogoi Phukan.
বিয়াত লগত অনা ছনদুকটোৰ ভিতৰত বৰ জতনেৰে থোৱা কাঁহৰ কাঁহী, বান বাতি, শৰাই কেইখন ধোৱলৈ আজি উলিয়ায় ললো।
মেখেলাখন কঁকালত আঁত মাৰি গুজি ললো।
বাচন ধোবা ...
Unlisten the Listened by Mohini Tiwary
Sometimes, it is necessary to unlisten the listened For saving yourself from chaos ,
Which in itself is better for your own growth .
For awakening...
To where go these poems by Emalisa Rose.
The day trippers gone
along with the bar flies
the wave acrobats and
the carousel riders
Most of the shorebirds
sleep south, till the
leaves green the trees again.
With the...
Hurt by Emalisa Rose.
The arrows accumulate
reaching the reel of regret.
Creviced and cauterized
the tears I’d held back
now entwined
in the tarot of truth.
All my “would have’s and
should have’s,”all I’d...
शिकायतें by Navratra
शिकायतें कभी वक्त से,
कभी खुद से,
कभी ज़माने से,
हमेशा रहतीं है।
जब छोटे थे तो शिकायतों का दौर नहीं था,
खेलना - कूदना, खाना - पीना,
ज़िन्दगी में...
Vacancy for a friend like that by Navratra
Hey! Do you want to be my friend?
Here is the vacancy of a loyal one
With whom I will go hand in hand
There are some...
Hurt by Emalisa Rose
The arrows accumulate
reaching the reel of regret.
Creviced and cauterized
the tears I’d held back
now entwined
in the tarot of truth.
All my “would have’s and
should have's, "all...
Coloring Monday by Emalisa Rose
Blue moon magician
conjuring robins
with a wand full
of wishes
rising the flatlines
of February.
You knocked twice
on the ice of my tundra
finding me
just when I needed
to thaw again
planting...
Awmi-The Review!
Short Film: AwmiDirector: Samujjal KashyapStarring: Stuti Choudhary and Kamal LochanProduction: Kadambari Creations Digital Films
A Review!
Dim, Dim, Swallow
You woke up in, middle of the night of psychedelicHe got some words to justify your autotelic.Sometimes it's like someone took a...