Vindhya Shadows A yellow bird drops by, blows whistle and vanishesin the blue, in a moment of happiness. The twilight…
the trees held me i hug trees,and i feel their kindness; i wonder if they aresometimes too forgivinglike my mother…
Immortal poetry has the unique ability to transcend time, space, and reality, offering glimpses into worlds both seen and unseen.…
The sky puts on its glassesand tells you to notice elder treesimpersonating particle tracks,ivy paper planes, seagull hooliganstearing up clouds,…
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, editor, critic, and translator based in Kolkata. Anemone Morning and Other Poems is his…
and other poems Yin, Yang Infinite layers of time,lost then found,of noumenon pure, sustained.Sinners sanctified,all acts become just,heartfelt indifference reigns.…
I don’t want to go where the moon is To find it breathing down my neck In a recently sprung-up neighbourhood I…
One fine drenched morningI wanted to groom myselfAnd towel-dry my wetness.I came across you,My friend in solitude,My bonding with youIsn’t…
Small Talk The anaesthetist is smiling.I can see plainlyhe has yet to wear his mask.You are going to become a…
Oneness to Cohabitation: A Wiccan Perspective There was this afternoon in late autumn at a beautifully serene place called Guijan,…