Category: Art
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Nocturnal Longings | Gopika S
Read more: Nocturnal Longings | Gopika SSun of the night sky, Sleep in the dark a little longer, will you? The sun of the white sky, if you hear me, rise a little late, will you? I bloom at night, And see you Moon.But you stay no long Shining before the velvet blackYou go so soon.Moonlit leaves strangled,While the serene music…
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Tranquillity | Ajsal E A
Read more: Tranquillity | Ajsal E ASilenceBroken in the clamorOf memory dropsIn the twilightWhen the timid starsShimmeredBehind the paletteOf dark cloudsYou sailed awayBurning the hawserAnd I stoodAs an old anchorWith no howlsThe sea went muteAnd it roaredIn shattered shellsIn midnightNo one sleptAnd absence grewWith no bordersFrom shoresTo the pavements ofInner gulliesNo one listenedBut IThere’s a soundThe sound ofDrops of memory Poem…
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NRI | Swaminathan S
Read more: NRI | Swaminathan SAfter tossing the cup of coffee to the side, he walked down mechanically, navigating the broken expanse of a poorly laid pavement. The erosion was unsightly and inconvenient, but was nothing he hadn’t been expecting. He eventually reached a piece of road which someone had painted some white stripes on, because someone had told someone…
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All the Noise of Your Being | Akshaya Panicker
Read more: All the Noise of Your Being | Akshaya PanickerI hear your songs through my skin Too loud to be let in through ears Too noisy, to sort out the rhythm Too sharp, chiseled and bled the skin Warm blood in a soft palette Neither running nor static Stuck in a fluidic jelliness Pickled and preserved in ammonia the smell of your sweat the…
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Turn Around
Read more: Turn AroundPushing the heavy suitcase out the train and down to the platform, you stand on the steps of the train, looking at the almost empty station. The morning air is crisp and you look down as you place a foot forward to get down. Your foot is dangling mid air and you imagine for…
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She | Rani Unnamalai
Read more: She | Rani UnnamalaiLife as she remembered. She boarded her flight with her daughter. She sat next to the window, which added to her excitement of flying. She believed that just for a few hours she would possess powers that resembled the vultures’ skills at flying. She vaguely remembered observing them from her kitchen windows earlier in the…
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The Old Monk
Read more: The Old Monkthis phase was sure to run out the drying up of what everyone thought was the never ending fountain of ever lasting youth. lighting the lights and kings that fell into buckets, pitchers from towers ironed out, flattened, then rolled again. these poems and stories that i write smile and cry about…
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Endeavour
Read more: EndeavourOn the edge of the cliff A small droplet of water Is waiting for the sun to vaporize itself Or waiting for the rain To infiltrate down Vaporize or infiltrate It is not remaining the same Every existence is Provisory Bound to iffy Godsend. Poem by Karnalius Basumatary Artwork by Namrata Nirmal
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To the wall, a shoulder
Read more: To the wall, a shoulderI bite down,Hard and tight into my thumb .I bite till they throb.I swap for the blanket shading my shaking body,Chew it up,In a desperate attempt to not let my wails and tears clutched by transient sorrows,Echo into the night.The soul beside me needn’t see my tear-streaked face.I let the wall be a witness.The plain…
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Voice
Read more: VoiceLike gold to lead, Your tone to Chet Baker, Shifting from gruff, A moment’s sway from the rough. To a steady soft whisper, Two words, that one day, “Yes, da.” – worth an hour of foreplay. Not the words, not the context, Not the time or the place. Imagine if you will,…
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