By N. V. Subbaraman from Chennai In my interview with Indian Periodical, I pointed out the need for translating regional language literary marvels in other languages and in particular English as a method to “bridge the gap”. The magazine’s question and my answer are reproduced here as it is quite […]
Month: February 2017
Person of the Week: Bharati Thakur
Dear Readers, In this interview series where we ask questions to people who are making a difference, it can be big, it can be small, it doesn’t matter, what matters is their contribution to our society. It can be anyone from any walk of life and from any country. Please, do send […]
Lady Trump
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY [slideshow_deploy id=’3642′]
Oasis
In the desert of my reveries, Exiled and condemned I wandered, The chimera of your love Had me an antelope Rendered All around I see There is sand – Shiny, dry and hot, Whither that fertile, Shady cool spot, Where I may quench My thirst And wash off from my […]
Old Age
Old age is luxurious Ripened mellow fruit Of the seed’s labour The winter of life Cold and barren But with the riches of all seasons In its frail bosom. Old age is a proud tree Beyond fruit bearing phase With branches spread Everywhere. Rustling green leaves Provide shade to the […]
Conspiracy Theories and Webs of Mistrust
By Mark Antony Rossi Conspiracy theories have been all the rage in the modern era for about a hundred years. But I am not interested in paranormal conspiracies on boogeyman, Big Foot, UFO’s or the Loch Ness Monster. There’s no hidden agenda in these tales. It’s not unreasonable to logically […]
याद – ए – सफ़र
शहर से तेरे बहुत मायूस हो के लौटे हैं देख लिये सब तेरे चेहरे पे जो मुखौटे हैं तोड़ तो दिया है तुमसे रिश्ता- ए- उम्मीद, पर अब किसे जाकर दिखायें दिल पे कितनी चोटें हैं ज़िन्दगी अपनी तो ना थी फूलों का बिस्तर कभी घाव वो तेरे दिये ज़ख़्मों […]
The Human Hologram
Your head is arched, wavy lines and outward forces I stand here, counting the fissures on your lips, the circles around that eye callous boundaries of twin buzzing hands I can hear it emanate like an infant’s lost message ‘ the dormant conscience ‘ Falsely floating, an appendage to your […]
The Dream Of The People
The dream of the people isn’t nuclear world of disaster, meltdown and contamination, nor are mad leaders the dream of the people or any of them wars, horror, terror and death, nor atomic nations of long-term contamination where the future is a-glowin’. The dream of the people is like a […]
Crumbled Leaves
The dust- laden roads Lay decked with russet brown leaves Some dead to the honking cars madly rushing Crushing and deadening the already dead leaves Screeching under the mad wheels with no concern Others driven away by the frosty wind Biting into the skin Those brushed away, sighed relief The […]