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The first cut is the deepest I was so grounded, you remember?Grounded, yet head held high.You tried to uproot me in vain.You slashed me deep to make me fall.This long-lasting affair was on,in a continuum, for so many days.But how many days could you winin a wicked game to put me down?My silent shrill cry,…

A Hymn to Welcome the Apocalypse (to be sung to the tune of your favourite Rabindrasangeet) What a pleasure it is to be aliveTo breathe this smoky breath of industrious humanityTo hear the gurgle of the drowning polar bearsTo taste the nutritious microplastics That are enough to nourish this God-gifted body,To feel against the skin-…

Oh Goddess, in worshipping you, we conserve nature When the Goddess Durga comes down to earthTo fill with prosperity our home and hearth.We worship her with flowers and leaves.Celebrating new hope and igniting our beliefs.With different varieties of flowers she is adornedSo these flowers are well looked after and grown.Garlands of Hibiscus and marigold, her…

Haiku 1. barbet pair babblediscussions on a green perchquietness soon follows2. on the hot tin shedbig drops of rain keep fallingrhythmic as I listen Nishi Pulugurtha Nishi Pulugurtha is academic, author, poet and translator. She writes short stories, poetry and non-fiction and has published works in them apart from several academic writings Her co-edited translation…

Haiku The pond reflected your thoughts everywhere about a frog croaked after ages.2. There on your rough bark a lover wrote his fine name before his love died.3. It was a nude dance the dewdrops shone in timbre grass-blades spoke of tears. Navamalati Neog Chakraborty Navamalati Neog Chakraborty has served as a professor of English…

Tree Story It was a different life…deep rooted tentaclesexplored dark alleys dense and clingy, ficklesandy tracts, or stony bedswe held it all togetherwe resisted falling apartMischiefs hatched in silenceand some tradings underhandtentacles uprooted, gasping,sought homes that were no morethe colour of loss was greencan we hold anymore?can we resist them at all? robbed of home,…

The Rebirth They were all a smiling lot jocundly bathing in the sunlight red, white ,pink ,crimson _ in hues so bright I watched them transfixed oblivious of time and space they danced away gleefully so abundantly full of grace !time rolled on ,they became part of my existence they enthralled me I became a…

A Window I was searching for somethingsince I was someone’s sonsomeone’s husband and a lovera friend, a teacher and a father an entrance, perhapsan exit, might bewhiteness of remembrances spaces within where eyes could holdsomething like a window. A wooden one.One day, she called me a windowthe walls grew thicker as I counted the years…

Reality It’s black, it’s like a film, it’s slippery oil slickfloating on the water with a vein of scarletwashing the shore.Plastic bags those twists and turnsswirl in a fervour, in the swell of the sea.I try to hold but slips through my fingers,meanwhile the grey clouds and flakes of rainmove across the landscapes.But the wild…

Change The river flowed onQuietly,Mourning The dying sun. The trees stood wilting,Carrying the weight of The angels of the airWho had settled in their nocturnal nests.The boulders – grey, sat idlyWondering about the flute That had once lulled them asleep. Now, only the fragments lay in the dust – As sound of hammers and generators…