Is the manifestation of the collective truly vital along the path of a creator’s grand creation, or is it only natural that they cast aside their personal self to articulate the collective “I”?
poem by Bengali poet Abin Roychoudhury
new poem by Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
Dr. Alok Kumar Ray of Bhubaneswar, Odisha with a new poem.
“Badhuli is a flower (balsams) that represents the beauty and fragility of life. It is also about a daughter, how she transforms from being a child, sister, wife and mother. Roles keep skipping, but she is grounded, her self is so closely seen, she has an aura to light up the house where she goes. With love and compassion this book of lotus like verses captures the dew like life of ever glowing daughters.”
five new poems from Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
Tulasi Acharya observes a tree in his opening poem. That tree is a symbol of political, mythological, spiritual awakening and even barbaric events related to war. Buddha attains enlightenment under that tree, Newton discovers about gravitational force, Anne Frank sees her family being dragged to the tree and killed, Adam and Eve are forced to […]Read Post ›
I open my soul like the lotus flowers from the deep and dark mud. Like a katana I sharpen my heart and soul and the spirit. Like a samurai there in the swamps from South I find the Dao. In the morichal I finally ascended to Nirvana. Beneath the sacred Moriche I became a Buddha. […]Read Post ›
She wears tomorrow like a tattered coat, borrowed from rainHangs on her body like a piece of saggy skinHer pockets are full of colourful seasonsthat refuse to remember datesAutumn arrives carrying spring’s aromaWinter forgets her own nameEvery road greets her warmly as if she,belonged to themThe dust in her footstepscarries dreams in purest formShe speaks […]Read Post ›
Of all the ways life could drain me,It somehow chose you to be the negotiator.Deep down I curse myself for things I see,Never once intending to be a fighter.Everything seems to be like a curse that lasts forever,Making hope and glee feel temporary.Finding myself again feels harder than ever,Yet losing myself feels like visiting a cemetery.Losing […]Read Post ›
