She let herself into a new world; And let the old world go forever. Life is short they say, So why squander in despair that leads nowhere? She heard the voice of hope, Greeted dreams on her way on…
‘FLY’ by Anuradha Handique
Category: NAW Poetry
‘Today’ by Ananya S Guha
Today is another story, not another dayevery day is a story, a narrationof fact, fiction and the mind.a dog whimpers, limps across the road.so does another man, another woman.still, today is different.yesterday had another story, the moonand a sleepless night.…
‘Crimson Cupidon’ by Aneesha Roy
There is no love. Just the illusion of love to be used and exhausted till the last dregs then trampled and smote with brickbats, thorns, whatever’s handy. The illusion simpers in the gutter Or an asphalt pavement Till it dries…
‘Musical life’ by Kavya Janani
Music is a heart touching soul That must be enjoyed on the whole. Music is a divine expression of speech Easy for the musicians to teach. Music is a beautiful art Close to everybody’s heart. Music is the one which…
‘A Song of Melancholy’ by Civa Bhusal
During the rainy days, my brother could sleep at home; he needn’t go to school, he needn’t go to the cornfields to watch out the parrots. He needn’t even go to the vacant fields to play football. He never…
(Not) Origami by Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
Every moment Take a magazine (anything will do) and throw it out of your window on its spine; watch: how it sways in the free air… Now! Forget it. Now watch: the flutter of its pages as they take wings…
‘Pluck and Play’ by Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
Every moment a plant loses an argument somewhere, when the stem is misunderstood- its intention, articulated at the pedicel: is plucked. Poet’s Bio: Shriram Sivaramakrishnan is an eternal lover of ‘things in between’, roads less travelled, emotions seldom expressed,…
‘Houses, No Homes…’ by Ananya S Guha
There is at every alley a twist. Then a turn. The alley leads to a house ( not a home). Cats purr, dogs bark and men and women push shovels, decaying remains of a foreboding truth. The one they know…
‘Pickle Jars not Peacemakers’ by Daya Bhat
Two white jars with mustard skirting, mouths shut in muslin layers mounted on either sides of her slender waist carved out of butter Her arms around their necks she climbs to the terrace- the aroma still fresh on her fingers…
‘Page 3 trivia’ by Daya Bhat
I touch their lives superficially On a glossy, the latest on her shelf while I wait for a haircut at the local parlor. “Ma’am please sit” she’d said making me feel divaesque Pointing to a cane sofa while continuing to…
‘Acceptance’ by Daya Bhat
‘Roses are beautiful’ But why do noses wrinkle and tongues wag? ‘Roses are beautiful, thorns are ugly’ say the noses and tongues. ‘What’s a rose without some thorns? Wait a minute, hold that thought Let’s rediscover, thorns are beautiful too’…
‘Happy Girl’ by Anuradha Handique
She is all hopes and dreams… From the time she wakes up, till the stars shine high; Steps out every morning with a smile on her face; to spread the love she holds in her heart. Patience is…