Sunday Talks

Poetry by Tulsi Karmakar

Mystery I'm in a morning, whispering with Jamuna Sea, crop & termite are try to overhear I ask, Why is she born? Wha...

Skycap Tonight the tiny stars waltz every now and then a little bit of rubs, lips pucker to gather words and spring a da...

Scarcity in the little sympathy I don't know what is there I don't see and don't want to see other side of wall, Nightm...

Ode to War poetry Young men silent A ground full of bodies Rotten flesh… A foul smell… Something that you can’t find In...

Harmonium Each of us is a harmonium One is a human musical instrument Reed of melody tied to the heart Let's tune in to...

I need a piece of cloud I need a piece of cloud To be refreshed To get the touch of the touched I Can't be a broken mirr...

The Song of the Soul The midnight hour, The moon was clung to the cerulean sky, Star spangled night, The breeze was an e...

Reflection A requisition of an afternoon From the paths of narrow Promises Getting away from the brim of togetherness An...

A blind woman A blind woman. On a beach, she ran... It was a full moon night. I enjoy under that light. Tides were very...

POWER AND POLITICS Power and Politics are the two synonymous words . As if the twin brothers they exist for a long time...