Indian Periodical

जब जब दीप बुझा ज्योति की लाश  राख में मिल गयी जब जब मेघ छँटा इंद्रधनुष की छटा धुल गयी जब जब तार वीणा के टूटे ध्वनि विस्मृति में घुल गयी और जब जब अधरों ने कुछ कहा प्यार की कशिश खो गयी जिस प्रकार भव्यता और संगीत बुझे दिए और टूटी वीणा को प्राण नहीं दे सकते वैसे ही जब आत्मा मौन हो तब हृदय की प्रतिध्वनि कोई गीत नहीं लौटाती कोई गीत नहीं बल्कि करुण शोकगीत दे जाती है जो उस हवा की भांति है जो टूटी कोठरी में घुस कर रुदित झंझावात सी मृत मांझी के भाग्य की घंटी बजा जाती है                                           ~Sudha Dixit Bangalore, India

Lovely, lovely, and more beautiful Tender fingers and red cheeks Soft heels and feather-like body Really, I couldn’t accept it                                           Still, I remember Swam walk and lovely laughter Hours […]

I have visited an extraordinary place, which is full of vibrant colour, and grace, I heard a soft sound, like wind through the trees, but there was no wind inside I walked in peace and was wandering, into  the deep forest where silent deer walk The tree which never had […]

तेरी याद, चुपके से आ मेरे दिल का  दरवाजा खटखटाती है, बुझती सी शामों  को सिगड़ी सा सुलगाती है… तपन जब सही नहीं जाती तो आंखों से, मोम सी  पिघल बह जाती है…. मैं, तुम, वो चांद और वो शाम, तुम नहीं हो फिर भी तुम्हारी उपस्थिति का आभास कराती […]

To be egocentric Is to experience hell Here, now, and every time Ego keeps you red-faced Makes existence meaningless As if bankruptcy crept In your trade of relations Making them tiresome rituals To be performed, as you have to Against your parameters.                 […]

The assault advances, The fear of wickedness arouses me, Flustered by the infernal regions, My heart aches, ‘Hecate gnaws’,                                                         Why has my […]

The sun was slithering down resembling an egg yolk, I waited at the corner and my vision caught her sight!                                                She was blind, lost her direction moving […]

God has given us a daughter, how would we account for a daughter? All the questions were wrong, so what would you answer? Today whose voice you suppressed under your feet, He should turn the direction of the storm, you would have given the right.           […]

I keep words in a black box on a closet shelf near my desk,words drawn from Christmas letters received from friends,which I cut into pieces on January 1st and store for safekeeping.                                      […]

Large sewing machine, that she said needed to be serviced.  I piece of furniture who’s only purpose was to hold every color of thread imaginable. The large pin cushion I bought her for Christmas years ago. Silver sharp sewing shears and measuring tape rolled up in a circle lay out, […]