Article 19

Category: Art

  • Hums (Val Mickey)

    I. Morality is water which we hold not in the tumbler within our heads but in the palms of our hands II. I stare at the dead moth on my window sill its short, banal life and nothing after neither heaven nor hell should I bury it? III. Never pour wine to the babbler she Read More

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  • Goldfish | Pritam Majumdar

    you are the origamic goldfish in my bubbles of desire memoirs of water in my dreams encircle the fantastic Taj in a sensual serenade written wistfully on a single grain of rice your desire is a mirror self reflecting in my dreams dissolved ad infinitum and in you emerges the true image of a false Read More

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  • The Holy War of Buddha

    Sangham Sharanam Gachhaami A monk just passed by me. I stopped and asked, “Hey, Swami! What does that mean? Answer me.” His Face Sublime, His Attire Saffron. He replied, I am not Swami, Smile Genial, an Uncharged Neutron. A survivor of Samsara‘s Tsunami. Half hypnotized, I delved into his words. “Our Master preached Spiritual Equality, Read More

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  • the tree who fell down because of flowers

    Poem by doesitmatterwhowrotethepoem the tree fell down a few weeks ago. people were intrigued and went to look at its roots – they declared that the roots weren’t strong enough to hold her upright. but I know that I had seen flowers, thousands of them, stars in the sky which the tree hid under her Read More

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  • The Origins (Zara)

    the origins remain under- neath your coarse, blue, over- grown nails which brought to life twenty mango saplings and two mangosteen trees in our back yard and scraped the ground when ridden with grief upon the death of a kitten dearer to your heart than the earth, wherein lies your treasure and reward, where one day Read More

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  • I have my father’s feet (Sruthi Ranjani)

    ​I have my father’s feet. Not a pretty sight, you see… Visibly veined, large and unwieldy Not nimble, like a girl’s would be. Cracked heels, chipped nails And scars of mosquito bites Add to the wretched suntan That no sunscreen ever fights. Pretty shoes with bows? — no, They are but a forbidden paradise; For Read More

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  • Hop

    Lest An arthritic memory Of trees And barebacked mates Creep up her tendons She shall In a whopping Crescendo of habit Resign Her hind limbs to The splayed meanings Of this game of Hop. Feet shall, Over conditioned jerks, And falls, work, Lest She be swept over By her being That need be fed And Read More

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  • Love at first sight (and in retrospect) (An essay by Keerthi Purushothaman)

    Chosen as Editor’s Pick of the Day (Essay) on WordPress Discover – 13 June 2017. “For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and another city which you Read More

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  • Stripes (by Charcoal Masks)

    Her lashes swept furiously against the plastic that magnified her vision. Magnified only slightly. But magnified, nevertheless. The lashes were tinged with salty water. Some water had traced itself quietly down her cheeks and into the sides of her mouth. An eager tongue popped out of mouth to receive the salty droplets. Salty. The rest Read More

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  • Corpse of the Soul (A poem by Shivoham)

    Once nubile, pulchritudinous body, Now lies shrunken, pale. Fastidious creation now seems shoddy, Bare, without an ornate shell. You say, nothing left, it is dead. I ask, is it over indeed? Your answer, Yes! Don’t bang head. I look, sad, your eyes bleed. Banjara, they say, the Atman. (Banjara=Sojourner, Atman=Soul) It comes and goes, ever Read More

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