Smoke The keteki keeps calling as a beedi swiftly consumes itself. Borma, a nocturnal bird, surreptitiously relishes the acrid pungency…
A video poem on waiting, bodies, and the sea. The poem grew out of the contradiction of city life —…
can’t stay small we are madeof stardust and oceans,made of earthand wind; you expect meto stay small and nothave big…
It’s not very often that award-winning investigative journalist and author, Fariba Nawa, sits in the interviewee seat. I know I’ve…
chilly morning – the sky in my sakurayu cup blooming 8th of March – buying a magnolias scarf for my…
Mynah Thread-thin twig by marigold beak, feathered crown swivels, beady eyes saccade, hopping across the tarmac, before it lifts its…
The origin of the word ‘manifestation’ can be traced back to the 15th century – it means “something existing or…
Dinner For One James promised me the moon that night but I wondered what sort of moon. There are so…
Eliza Clark, a British author, sets the record straight for a debut novelist when it comes to books laden with…
Barnali Ray Shukla and I first connected through poetry on Twitter, and over the years we have shared many creative…