Tag vol18.2

Nazm

I’ve found that men who wear perfumes Stink of insensitive relationships And dead courtesies. Tell them Beyond the horizons of the knowledge of words There is a wilderness If you enter that wilderness Wearing this same spirit based fragrance In…

Royal Throne

You qualified custodians of the elevated throne of power! What wisdom will you impart to me? You who show me the right path, understand this much You are ensconced on this high chair, and I stand on the earth You…

Exile

This poem presents a remarkable alternative view of the Agni Pariksha of Sita in the Ramayana. Sita’s the talk of the town Barefoot on the flames, as she walks down. A goddess, if she emerges unscathed A sinner if the…

New day or Night Duty

The spectacle was as loud as day, but the sky was naught, just the sun: Severed hands and severed heads hung like bags of memory over straight walled corridors; the phalanx of stacked days left as we arrived and carried…

The Craft 

Voodoo and Witchcraft Always stirred the pit of my stomach. They say, it was started by desperate wanna-bes, Who never tasted the sweat and blood of a labourroom Their eyes pierced when they saw children laugh Or saw kids play…

Fleeting time

Fleeting time digs a grave so deep. From the spade of pendulum which does sound like – tick. Sometimes we throw the pebbles of delusion into sediments of fate. Which leaves us speechless at the final end. When a foetal…

Rule of the Sirens

for Rohith Vemula and JNU students like sirens wailing through night streets they steal the quiet haven inside your mind. not to alert you about the nation lying wounded in the ambulance of our youth’s desperate protest but to scatter…

Plight Today

Tick-tock, tick-tock, she walks home at eight Condescending eyes boring into her, “’Tis far too late! “For ravishing, disobedient women must be taught a lesson, “Doesn’t matter what she wears, all hail x-ray vision!” Their shadows creep upon her and…

Hugs

After the 2004 Tsunami’s lethal hug, a mother-daughter duo stood locked in an inconsolable hug where their mud hut hours before stood. The ocean by now had hugged a state of deep depression. A bunch of young men sprang up…

An Ordinary day

I heard him say, you stay at home all day. How you waste time, I’ve no clue. From morning to evening till I am back, With children off to the school, You’ve the house to your own. What you do…

Ko Ahom- Who am I?

It is not I, but they named me Arzuman, an alien word that does not occur in my first language or second language- and they told me – “it is the brightest star in a cluster,” even before I was…

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