PRESIDENTIAL GRIOT Sometimes memories smell like a dictator’s fart.We once jived to our own shadows under the silver moonand our … More
Tag: Beauty
Once upon a time in my Grandfather’s village – Beata Stasak
When he died, their father had two requests. But my aunty could not wait to close his eyes. “He was … More
What’s my Name – Kunal Mehra
What’s my name? I was talking on the phone with my father, one mid-September morning, while on a walk in … More
Two Poems – Kabir and Ghalib – Translated by Ajit Singh Dutta
Where Do You Search For Me Where do you search for me, Man? I am here next to you. Not … More
To be Bi Anything is Radical – Rae Parry poem
To be bi anything is a radical notion But the irony is that the ‘bi’ in binary demands you choose … More
Definitions of Falling In and Out of Love – Rati Pednekar
मिळण (Milna) Language: Marathi Meaning: Verb. To find. You were five and couldn’t find your favourite teddy bear. You entered … More
‘Mixed Eyes’ – The Poetry and Art of Velibor Baćo
Mixed eyes In her eyes,a sea of green,in disguise,was beauty‘s scream. In her eyes,in deepest green,a bluish light,never seen. In … More
Five Poems – Fabrice Poussin
Exploring a Past She moved about with the ease of a phantom in limbo between the world she once knew … More
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