I fall again into the unknown maze, where pities do swarm, like unruly worms in deep darkness. What can I do if the waves get hurt when the sky cries? How recalcitrant we are! At dawn we dream life to…
‘The Thorns of Life’ by Abhijit Maity
Category: NAW Poetry
‘Hope’ by Abhinita Mohanty
Desperateness does not always stink, in the worthy life, it lingers, hangs, shies, or slightly fades, but it does stay, like breathe itself. But today she shall sing, glories of the fading sun ‘cause when darkness, wraps the earth, stars…
‘We are one’ by Rachana Patni
We had managed to cheat it Through affluence and development Through barricades and gates And it has evolved, mutated, we say, To show us where We were stuck Where we suck. Death is a great equalizer. We are only well,…
‘Self-Generated Grief Rituals’ by Sunita Theiss
Your books stacked along the wall frame the photo of a guru without a name. His sober face reveals little. I wonder if he ever made a promise to you. I sprinkle rosewater on my hair and clothes— reminders of…
‘So says the sons’ by Kalyani Bindu
Broken between spines, people-birds drop like grapes to water worlds, breathless, blistered and imploding from age. Fish banter to sound alive. Horizon is a line of squinting eyes, they think. What if the dead were not dead enough? Our fossilized…
‘Mother tongue’ by Paras Abbasi
You know how your mother tongue separates you? In answering your phone, sitting between your friends when your brother asks when to pick you up; in the surprising tone of your colleague who tells you how your accent is different from those…
‘Barren Page’ by Aneek Chatterjee
I stitch words for a ballad & decorate these on my page When I open the page It’s only a tabula rasa … Where are my chosen words? Where is my favorite ballad? In utter disgust, I look up The…
‘Kites Confetti’ by Fatima Ijaz
How would we know the difference in the flight of dragon-flies? Could you tell the stellar of the un-said, bursting Into a million fragments. Snow-fall is a ridiculous assessment of love, It is actually permitted to park here. When the…
‘Tricolour’ by Debadrita Chakraborty
Saffron stands for…? The yearly ritual begins— Courage. Strength. Sacrifice. The class roars. Thirty little born-frees waiting for a nod – a cue from her vacant weary eyes. Three sixty five days of seventy three years on her mind. She…
‘Love Child’ by Imaan Sultan
its so strange being the love child of two lands never knowing which one’s your home the children of the blue and red staring in shock at my confessions blind to my abstinence because i’ve never held sin in my…
‘Temporary homes’ by Mariyam Raza Haider
I once rented an apartment, that earlier belonged to someone else. Someone who loved lavender, as the walls of the living room indicated, Someone who liked the morning sun pour onto their bedroom sheets, While the window lay curtain less…
The Cave
Inside the cave It was cold Outside the cave People turned into bits of over burnt coal. Inside the cave The hunters hid Outside the cave People arched their eyebrows as if drawing out secret daggers. Inside the cave They…