Featured Poems
A selection of poems we’re highlighting right now.
Veena Room
The chrysanthemum border of the plastic tableclothflutters under the ceiling fan.A muted TV serial without subtitlesmerges into the background.A tiny room tucked out of sight—on a narrow bed near the dusty bookshelfrestedmy grandmother’s veena. I remember her sitting cross-legged…
193 viewsThe last call
The bartender pulls paper clips off the credit cards, announces the last call.The regulars and the poetry aficionados crowd the bathroom before heading settling up.The po…
346 viewsThe History Teacher’s Hands
Chalk-dust fingers tap the desk—“1857,” he says, “Revolt or Mutiny?”Outside, kites wrestle the wind,boys chase them down with dust on their ankles.On the board, a map—Cou…
56 viewsThe Sparrows Have Left
Last night,I thought I'll writeA love poem for you.But then I remembered youAnd how you told me that,One fine morning,The sparrows whispered to you,About Faiz's refrainsA…
34 viewsWhere Do all the Frogs Go?
The midnight moanings,the creak creak of an old rustywooden cot,and the croakings of the he-frogs for theshe-frogs -We have lost all in our jobless pursuitand greed.The e…
22 viewsThe Green Silk Saree
My sister and I drooledover the aluminium boxwhich my grandmother finallyopened last summer.The box knows all the secretsof my family. It has becomea legend now. before w…
345 viewsThe ending of a song
To write, she tells meand to write brilliantly,It is absolutely necessarythat you live a little.So I get a knife anddig a grave of all thedeaths that I lived.Hoping to fi…
22 viewsOn Your Nudity
A piece of moonUncut, glitters and waitsThe winds blow over it for eonsAnd smoothen the edgesThe living waters caress it with a million liquid fingersFor another eonPerpl…
15 viewsThe city of Rome
The truth isI was following herSkulking. Full of envy. Thinking“There she isWalking in beauty.Again”How does she do itShe could freeze an oceanOr melt the mountainsBut sh…
231 viewsInheritance
I crush mangoes the way I have always seen it done—by hand.Skin against fruit,pulp thick between fingers,a kind of mess that leaves its markeven after the water runs cold…