Article 19

Category: Art

  • She | Rani Unnamalai

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    Life 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 Read More

    4–6 minutes

  • The Old Monk

      this 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 Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Endeavour

    On 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 Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • To the wall, a shoulder

    I 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 Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Voice

      Like 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, Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • This Monsoon

      With pearls from the sky, Gliding gently on my face, I felt the touch of your fingers. Thick dark clouds, Reminded me of the darkness, We embraced in. Soaked in sweat of your ‘soil’, You sculpted the ‘clay’ I was, And I wielded your earthy scent. Blinded by your memories, Everything becomes, an Abstract Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Lone Fox Dancing

    As I walked home last night I saw a lone fox dancing In the cold moonlight. I stood and watched. Then Took the low road, knowing The night was his by right. Sometimes, when words ring true, I’m like a lone fox dancing In the morning dew. My favorite poem by Ruskin Bond has now Read More

    3–5 minutes

  • Home

      I cannot go back; no, I can’t To the house of my childhood. Cracked walls and plaster peeling off The brick and mortar crumbling In allegiance To the two failing bodies inside. Silent horror wrings my entrails; I cannot breathe As I come in and see The moment of blankness in clouded eyes Before Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Petrashevsky without aide-de-camp

    Your invitations are Petrashevskys. Except there is no messenger, No galloping horse, To stop the bullets. When the aims are taken And the triggers stand ready to be pulled, The eagles fly over me, Looking at my long hair let down by the dead wind. Then you shout, Your voice reaching across canyons, Rivers, abysses, Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • lest you hear me wrong lest the little gears in your head make up for me a falser voice in which you read my mute texts in words unpronounced never conjured for the aural nets to trap and cherish or flinch lest you begin to detest more than shame and regret or fall in love Read More

    1–2 minutes