Ipshita Nath M.A. English (Semester III) Centre for English Studies School of Language, Literature and Cultural Studies Jawaharlal Nehru University, India. Mud and sewage and the stink of Everyday excrement Rotting minds Wilting in the odour of A putrid world, with no breath Or fresh air to save a Dying soul of The one with…
Tag: ENGLISH POEM
Dearest Darkness
Kousik Adhikari Dearest darkness, I can touch you now, Spell you, cut through your magic veins, count the imprisoned blood That remains a fantasy like an innocent truth, I covered myself from your gazing eyes, Mind is a beautiful bubble of created rushes Seeming negations Of myself and you, And you are an another necessary…
My House on the Hilltop
Anikendu Ghosh My house on the hilltop, Where winds don’t blow It rages. Where clouds don’t pass It gathers. Where people don’t stock The birds do. My house on the hilltop, Where the garden resides Maybe, No longer Or is it ashtray? Where the doors And the windows, Often talk. My house on the hilltop,…
Children of Homelessness
Serkan Engin They draw a knife of grief and throw a razor to hell while slicing their courage thinner. Their stomachs are deserted and their dreams are blinded, their pupils are dice shaken to pain. They walk along with a suicide anthem as violence suckles their teazel life. They are wasted of life and, definitely,…
Surfing Silence
time
Tendai R Mwanaka Chitungwiza, Zimbabwe Desire names this place possessive about panic like a shadow of time. Prone to heart’s murmurs shift shapes of desires wagging through this time. Storing this time like sunshine into our own skins. Our eyes pressed to the keyholes of our lives. Time runs down our spines like a shiver….
Moment of Transition
Tejaswini Kale Maharashtra,India. Little crystals of sugar exploding like mini-bombs in the boiling kettle full of water. It’s havoc down there with explosions every minute white souls reducing to nothing, mixing in the colourless liquid. It’s evening, around five the sun about to bid goodbye leaving behind an orange glow sugary sweet like the tea…
Lost Truths
George L Stein, Indiana, USA It’s in the spontaneity of the wind when the tree, reluctant, bares it’s soul branches dance and leaves spin especially under extorts of fall there are no physics to this gift no predictive elements to seize the black frame glasses come tumbling off madam librarian awkwardly falls away oh, how…
On The Beach
Gerald Solomon USA That crazy storm we had last week broke roofs, broke our tree, took two young boys out to sea. Now needing to be sensible, some say all kinds of help are free. Thinking. Divining divinity. Could we have got it more wrong? Invention, mother of necessity. Truth, Houdini of meaning, questionable, if…
Manohar Shetty’s Animal Poems: A Critical Study
Shahaji Mastud In the present research paper an attempt is made to explore the animal world depicted in the poems of Manohar Shetty’s three collections : A Guarded Space, Borrowed Time and Domestic Creatures. This critical appraisal of his poems will unfold the deeper meaning of the animal world steeped in Shetty’s psyche. Poetry from…