Dr. Piku Chowdhury is a teacher in a government aided post graduate college of education and an author of 8 books. She has published more than 70 articles in international journals and acted as resource person in many national and international seminars and symposia.She has published poems, acted as editor, translator and core committee member of curriculum revision in the state.
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(With due apologies to Amir Khusrau and Omar Khayyam)
I left the tavern empty cup in hand
seeking my only love in the land.
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I follow behind the earthly caravan
as eyes from the Beloved blissfully command.
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My bare feet draw solace from the sand.
What love was left is now forever damned.
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The moonlight scolds my gaze to reprimand.
I quietly fill my belly with wine from Your hands.
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Once drunk I understood love’s immortal bands.
A song filled my heart, both true and grand.
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Dustin Pickering is the founder of Transcendent Zero Press and editor-in-chief of Harbinger Asylum. He has authored several poetry collections, a short story collection, and a novella. He is a Pushcart nominee and was a finalist in Adelaide Literary Journal’s short story contest in 2018. He is a former contributor to Huffington Post.
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Dr. Santosh Bakaya is an academician, poet, essayist, novelist, biographer, Ted Speaker and creative writing mentor. She has been critically acclaimed for her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi [Ballad of Bapu]. Her Ted Talk on the myth of Writers’ Block is very popular in creative writing Circles . She has more than ten books to her credit , her latest books are a biography of Martin Luther King Jr. (Only in Darkness can you see the Stars) and Songs of Belligerence (poetry). She runs a very popular column Morning meanderings in Learning And Creativity.com.
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However cumming back two these panda mow nium panda meek
Please ewe halve two bee care fool
Ewe halve two continuously wash ewer hinds
Do ewe no the vile us stays on the sir faces for men ee ours
Eat ease con stuntly mutating
Such terrible thymes
Won knaver thought won wood sea
Total lock stock barrel down
Echo nomy ease bearish
The curve deeping down
Peepal are beeing layed off
Eye mean given the pink sleep
Busy Ness has gone bust
My grants halve faced sow many problems
Eff this ease knot bio illogical war fair
Then tail me what ease
There err men ee phases toe eat
Eye bee leave wee err entering the third stage
Sum err saying there ease come new tea spread
Oh God ! How dose won pro text won self
Eye really prey that wee can go back two hour olden daze
Fool off fun and fro lick vacay shunning
Butt eye no wee halve two leave width this vile us
The knead of the our ease two re men qualm
Buoy oh buoy then halve the bottle ease one
The other halve ease two stay positive
Eye yam sure we can concur this thyme and say ” This two shall passé
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Sudeshna Mukherjee‘s poems and stories deal with varied human nature. A keen observer she chronicles the happenings around her and writes with a tinge of humour. “Meanderings of the Mind “and “Mélange” are her published collections of poems. Her works have been published in many national and international anthologies and e-zines. She is the recipient of the “Golden Vase ” award for her humorous/satirical writings.
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Dr Sutanuka Ghosh Royis Assistant Professor and Head Department of English in Tarakeswar Degree College, The University of Burdwan. She did her doctoral dissertation on Two Eighteen Century British Women Poets: Hannah More and Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. She has been teaching at the undergraduate and postgraduate level for years. She is currently engaged in active research and her areas of interest include Eighteenth Century literature, Indian English literature, Canadian Studies, Post colonial Literature, Australian Studies, Dalit Literature, Gender Studies etc. She has published widely and presented papers at National and International Seminars. She is a regular contributor of research articles and papers to anthologies, national and international journals of repute like The Statesman, Muse India, Lapis lazuli, Setu etc. She is also a reviewer, a poet and a critic.
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With foggy glasses and a throbbing pulsation, Curling beneath her blanket As she yonderly revels in her sanctuary tonight Her aspectabound visage becomes a canvas Of the erratic sinking and brightening of her eyes And of precipitous manoeuvring of her jaunty eyebrows As she dives into the final chapter, leafing through which When her last words arrive, A tear rolls down her eye. Tugging on her blanket on the cold wintry night Latching onto her book tightly, holding it by the spine She ingests the wooden chocolate scent As she runs her frail soft fingers through the pages one last time, Another tear rolls down her eye. She sits there gaping at the cover for cover for a while And this spell is broken when she takes notice of her mother. All choked up, she looks at her and yelps — “Hi!” Tugging on to her, she says, “You know I didn’t want it to end tonight” And her mother ensconces her on her lap and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll stop by the library to fetch some more for the fortnight”
PalakTyagi is from New Delhi, pursuing her major in Economics from University of Delhi. A flamboyant personality and an avid admirer of beautiful cotton candy clouds and azure hues of sky, she’s an absolute bibliophile who likes to pen down her musings and has a love for learning different languages.
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Saranyan BV is poet and short-story writer, now based out of Bangalore. He came into the realm of literature by mistake, but he loves being there. His works have been published in many Indian and Asian journals. He loves works of Raymond Carver.
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Melissa A. Chappell is a native of South Carolina living on land passed down through her family for over 120 years. She is greatly inspired by the land and music. She plays several instruments, among them an 8 course Renaissance lute. She shares her life with her family and two miniature schnauzers. She recently published Dreams in Isolation: The World in Shadow: Poems of Reconciliation and Hope with Alien Buddha Press.
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Disclaimer: The opinions expressed are solely that of the author.
A raven who was keenly waiting for sundown flapped open its black wings and scooping up the earth in its claws soared up towards the sky.
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The clouds slide aside in its wing beats. The stars grow cold, The moon extinguishes. The sun is left far behind.
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In the clutches of the raven are the multiplication tables of kids, yawns of women and kitchen pots rolling on the slab fed up with waiting for the father.
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As the raven flies along the galaxies the kids slip into dreams. The women stagger towards the bedroom postponing for the next day the washing of the utensils heaped up near the cistern.
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The silk cotton trees from which the clouds scatter around are beyond the Milky Way. The raven settles on one of their branches, wets its wings and shakes off the moisture.
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Feeling the cold, the women shut the windows. The kids look for sheets to cover themselves.
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After its bath, the raven shivering in the bitter cold flies back towards the sun.
Ever slowly, the day breaks.
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Ammu Deepa is from Pattambi, Palakkad. Has been publishing poems in various periodicals in Malayalam for a decade. She has published a collection of poems titled ‘Karimkutti’ which has received much critical acclaim. She is a painter too. She is a teacher by profession.
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By JaquelineMary Mathew
The windows of nice girls
The windows of nice girls are
open to November.
They dream of the window magic
of the paramour that makes the snow
fall on their soles.
With salt crystals they catalyze
the possibilities of the wound
that can heal quickly.
They swim across rivers of wine and
sail out in ships on oceans of vodka. .
Nice girls don’t write poems or
Cry over their beloveds.
They shake off love
from the wrinkles on their skirts.
They fold sorrow in many ways and
make origami flowers. .
The four walls around nice girls
are their own construction where
they stick the souls of flowers
banished from the spring.
They loop life through a yellow thread
and their minds pained by the slavery
of their inner wear, get ready
to commit suicide. .
They tattoo themselves.
They sing.
They chant prayers to the god of the nose stud.
Nice girls are never nice girls.
Planting mahogany in their minds frequently,
and installing the scent of the forest there
to be canonized by the poetry of
one and only one person.
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Jacquiline Mary Mathew is from Alappuzha, Kerala and currently works in Toronto, Canada. She writes poems exclusively on the social media.
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ByStalina S
The sea gaze
As the feet pirouette
around the songs that bore
into ears,
in the brine
coagulating on
the tongue,
in the scalding gaze
of the sea,
the storms that lay
concealed in the feet
get the urge to
tear asunder the sails
and become the moon
shattered anchorless
in dreamy whirlpools.
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If the red mesh of the liver
of the invisible rivers
in the eddies of the eyes
desire to bloom again,
it has to meditate with shut eyes
inside the coral shells.
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the roots that creep upon
the body gone dry
of the sea smell
become scales where the
greenness crawls.
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as the steps develop cramps
slipping on the white roads
of the land,
rubbing off the mould
on memories,
abandoning the meltings of
the body on the rocks,
spreading like awakening songs
of the sun,
falling on the bosom of the sea
that sleeps not,
to kiss the inner eye
of the sky
fins are sprouting on the feet.
Stalina is from Muvattupuzha, Ernakulam. Her poems have been published in various magazines like The Economic and Political Weekly, Bhashaposhini, Samakalika Malayalam and Madhyamam etc. She is currently working on her first collection of poems. Stalina is a teacher by profession.
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Note on Translator: Ra Sh has published three collections of poetry – Architecture of Flesh (Poetrywala), Bullet Train and other loaded poems (Hawakal) and Kintsugi by Hadni (RLFPA). Forthcoming books are The Ichi Tree Monkey and other stories (translation of Tamil Dalit writer Bama’s short stories, Speaking Tiger) and Blind Men Write (a play) (Rubric).Rash’s English translations include Mother Forest (Women Unlimited, from Malayalam), Waking is another dream (Navayana, Srilankan Tamil poems translated with Meena Kandasmy), Don’t want caste (Navayana, collection of Malayalam short stories by Dalit writers) and Kochiites (Greenex, a book on different communities in Kochi.)
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Dr. Ajanta Paul is an academician, administrator, critic, poet and author, currently Principal & Professor of English at Women’s Christian College, Kolkata, India. She has published several books of criticism and imaginative literature including The Elixir Maker and Other Stories (Authorspress, 2019). Dr. Paul has been featured in print magazines and online journals including Youth Times, The Telegraph Colour Magazine, The Statesman, The Bengal Post, Setu Bilingual Journal, Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Millennium Post, Indulge Express, Indiablooms, Transworld Features and Magic Diary Initiative.
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