Article 19

Category: Poetry

  • 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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  • 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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  • A Friend, The Wind and some Memories (A poem by Ram Bragadish)

    Oh my friend, The dearest of the lot, Do you remember the wind? The way it made us smile, With catastrophic intentions. The way it caressed our ways, And made us forget, The sweat and the blood stains.   Nature’s organic rebel at work, Whispering thoughts into people’s heads, Providing them with a very convincing Read More

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  • Books (A poem by Pritam Majumdar)

    a wall of books between us – a few dead authors turn summersault in their graves I would never know what earthly smell they had when they made first love, in which world what water they broke when they made ecstasy books don’t care about these forceps panting, prosthetic words emotions sanitized in a painting Read More

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  • Transcending Narcissist Me. (A poem by Shivoham)

    I think so much, I can’t write, It’s because this “I” isn’t right. Replacing “I” with “This self”, For the fact, this ego, cannot help. This Self is Great, people said. Those were it’s beauty and head. Its Body grew strong handsome, and Mind collected ransom from people stunned. One day, s/he smiled and refused Read More

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  • I (A poem by Nila W.)

    I involves truth, The genuine bash of darkness, The undisputed inability to articulate, The desperate weakness of a haunted inside. It carries all the injuries of being, The existential dementia of Bats squeaking upside down. Spiders weaving their webs in the corner, Pigeon poop and the stench, Beetles crawling domestic in their eggs.   I Read More

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  • I’m longing for You (Vignesh K)

    I long for you, I long only for you, But you don’t care for me.   I magnetize every eye Except yours, People’s palms hold me, Many lips wet my cheek, Their joyous bustle reaches my ears. I could feel their happiness, But, I cannot enjoy anything Anything without you.   I want you, I’m Read More

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