Month: November 2020

Poetry

The Atman in Scrambled Eggs

First, I break the eggs one by one into the cup, When all the eggs are broken And the shells take shelter in the green garbage bag, After the sticky finger licked dry, I take the fork and check the tines, find them clean. Beating the egg doesn’t take much […]

Poetry

To my Great King the Living Legend

When I behold the moon wander, I remember my beloved King. His hard times each passing day, His nights and days are laden with schedules. Whose time with royals is so momentary, And whose throne often echoes vacant. To brave the marvel of deadly pandemic, He walks hard and races […]

Poetry

कैसे रिश्ते

पतझड़ के पत्तों से रिश्ते सूखे सिकुड़े, पीले भूरे भूली बिसरी याद हो जैसे बीती हुई रात के जैसे भूले बिसरे सूखे रिश्ते ।   नयी कोपलों से कुछ रिश्ते सुन्दर कोमल चमकदार से प्यार भरी एक मुस्कान से नयी सुबह की लाली जैसे प्यार भरे कुछ सुन्दर रिश्ते।   […]

Editorial

Bihar: Jobs, Vaccines and Other Promises

By the Editor: Siddharth Sehgal Bihar elections have become a sort of cruel joke on people. Among the poll promises of jobs that aren’t there, the development that never happened, and the free vaccines that probably won’t come whichever party or alliance comes to power. The elections won’t change anything […]

Poetry

Tell Me Why

I was a child of nine or ten, I’d often of my mother ask The things that made me wonder then, I’d keep her from her morning task.   I’d lead her to the garden green, And then we’d sit and gaily speak Of things I might have heard or […]

Poetry

Emotion

Uncertain as ocean waves are emotion Goes up and down in commotion With no fixed location nor direction Either at joy or adversity erupts sensation   For ones who can control is a potion And the ones who cannot control is poison Love, care and nurture it with devotion Hurt […]

Poetry

Corona

Nobody thought In the midst of serenity And the early creeping of morning sun Will be followed by the news of Nation lockdown   The news dominates the eaves  Virus is moving like waves Playing hide and seek game COVID-19 by its name   As we trace to the birds […]

Poetry

Promethean Windhover 21 & 27

‘I’ Only Came, – Ya Like The Lightning With yes all – My ferocious, authoritative – And Yea the amorous features, From – My undisputed kingdom, Shaking the wider skies, Tearing apart – The rainy clouds, Piercing and trembling all airs. Then swiftly to the yea sweet ground. My infallible […]

Fiction

Perceptum Dictata

by Anantinee Mishra ‘Et suspectior ad magica, et gloria, et maior est tanto in pretio exhoribant,’ ‘Perceptum Dictata,’ The darker the magic, the greater the glory-and the more exhoribant the price. Learn the lesson well.  The old Egyptian monk who had given him the spell had taught him the ritual, […]

Articles

Dependence is No Party

by Mark Antony Rossi Spin it any way you want there’s no poetry in murder. Nor is there any freedom in Dependence. And whenever a political party is selling you free stuff, ask yourself this, who’s really paying for this stuff and how will this affect my life — for […]