Article 19

Category: Poetry

  • Revival

    From the wintry grey to the orange hue / From the parched brown to the lush green / From the withered beige… Read More

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  • Palestine Vibgyor | A. Narayan

    Beige. Torn tapestry and faded paint;Air smelling of dead rats and drying laundry.Grey. Clouds looming over the dark ocean;People tinted with horror, else void.Red. Blood that splattered the mosque walls;Burnt Qurans and exploded bodies.White. Hospital roof with creaking fans;Sirens echoing in the distance.Green. The coffin that carried my brother;With a hundred other upon the Earth’s Read More

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  • I Have My Mother’s Eyes | Akshaya Panicker

    When I first sawmy mother’s passport size photoI laughedShe looked elegantwith that jet black hair and golden wheat skinYet like a terrified animal in eyes Her eyes unsymmetricCrooked if one may want to sayIt was as if she triedKeeping them openbut one betrayed her at the flash of lighta blink of betrayal Yet, they were Read More

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  • Three Seconds | Akshaya Panicker

    Woke up startledone another dayThe sound of something crashingright in to my headBomb blast ? Explosion ?Cannot ascertain. Beats thumping so loudI could hear my heartin my ear.Fear creeped right in to vesselParalysed.Couldn’t open the eyes for light.All this in a second. Next second figured outIt was another helicopter flyingway below than it should.Normally.May be Read More

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  • Occhiolist Beauty | Shreethigha

    When the dusk breaks in,When the breeze gets cold,And the masses’ too busyTo see what earth beholds,The city glowing crazyLike a million serial lights,With each narrating a wholeDifferent kind of fight,The stillness in the chaos,Easing worries you never disclose,Proving it’s not simply bunnies and cards‘Cause magic is afterall, more than just those. Poem and Artwork Read More

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  • Nocturnal Longings | Gopika S

    Sun 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 Read More

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  • Tranquillity | Ajsal E A

    SilenceBroken 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 Read More

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  • All the Noise of Your Being | Akshaya Panicker

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    I 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 Read More

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  • 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

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  • 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

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