Benares
“No board exams here./ The living are coached on dying,/ the dead on rebirthing,/ the priests on parody…” By Arundhathi Subramaniam.
Read More“No board exams here./ The living are coached on dying,/ the dead on rebirthing,/ the priests on parody…” By Arundhathi Subramaniam.
Read More“Uncover me. Why should I wear modesty when the world knows of my barefaced love?…” Translated from Andal’s ‘Nacciyar Tirumoli’ by Priya Sarukkai Chabria.
Read More“Dear Lady:/ I am sorry to inform you/ your star will someday blaze out/ & die. I know you do not/ hear me nor, if hear, believe…” By Minal Hajratwala.
Read More“After all, who tells lambs/ they are raised for slaughter?” Weekend poem, by Shobhana Kumar.
Read More“…your hands on my freshly painted door/ They smell of this poem, which they call beautiful…” Poem of the Week (September 8), by Arup K. Chatterjee.
Read More“This is how he remembers his family,/ this is how he misses them. Meanwhile,/ just outside the dingy rented room they/ still go on fighting…” Weekend poem, by Souradeep Roy.
Read More“add measured doses of sex/ and cigarettes./ yes,/ measured….”
Weekend poem, by Shobhana Kumar.
“I took out my pouch, and extracted the wooden pipe/ Swollen recently by the deceased’s lips…” Poem of the Week (March 31), by Arup K Chatterjee.
Read More“A voice asks me for a light/ The face of a woman, it wants to talk/ To me, they like wretched nocturnal faces…” Poem of the Week (February 10), by Arup K Chatterjee.
Read More“You threw everything into it/ paintbrushes, sweat, ruminations…” Poem of the Week (December 16), by Shikha Malaviya.
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