Sunday Poetry by Debanjana Ghatak

• 06 December 2020
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 My Purpose is to be Free, to be Me

Sunday Poetry by Baisakhi Das

• 06 December 2020
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Durga puja

Everyone thought that Maa wasn’t coming this year, Staying in their houses, cru...

Editorial

• 29 November 2020
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Celebrating Poetry Beyond Borders

|| Lines from Georgia || by Scott Thomas Out...

• 29 November 2020
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Selah

Behind the Veil of Birth but these bones were born for the moors destined for crysta...

|| Indian Peregrination || by Sunil Sharma

• 29 November 2020
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Kitten

Meow!

It sounds like a: May-i-come-in?

And a white-black kitten w...

|| Indian Peregrination || by Laksmisree Ban...

• 29 November 2020
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I AM THE REFULGENT MOTHER

I see you through my translucent third eye glimmering deep throu...

|| Indian Peregrination || by Paramita Mukhe...

• 29 November 2020
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Love Grows

When life passes by and by, When you want to leap And reach the sky, When you f...

|| Indian Peregrination || by Ipsita Ganguli

• 29 November 2020
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Love Objectified

What if, You made love, an object to play with? A measure of sorts To equ...

|| Indian Peregrination || by Emmanuel Mettl...

• 29 November 2020
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The Rain Rains Death

The rain rains death at night. Each drop carries a warrant from the A...

|| Indian Peregrination || by Suchetana Bisw...

• 29 November 2020
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Madding Crowd

Those ecstasies in the city lights My heart is aching anyway, Mazes and the...