Jul 28th


By Supratik


my stars
blinking, staring
through moments
in light and darkness
beauty, bounty
poverty, animosity
through difference and strife
rolling in circles
in the circus of life.

I have a myriad of them
shining inside, like gems
as witness;
music played,
stories written,
images painted,
on the canvas stage
eyes at ease
pumping heartbeats
watching hatred,
guilt without wit
magnanimity and kindness.

I have them
in my bones and flesh
they run through
the bloods
the veins
I have them adorned
in my ears
like shining jewels
to the sound and silence
of cries of hunger
lies and betrayals
masked as friendly walls
standing in between
created and cremated selves
eyes break them all.

have fire water and air
running in me
stars oceans breeze
will never ever cease
to see
to see
to see.

Eyeing life
however hard you may try
the stars will befriend you
enrich you
fill you with happiness
from the holes
you have buried them inside
will help you rise.

Jul 25th

I don`t know but I am not surprised.

By Partha

Saffron pride is chasing the ghost of Tagore.
In which of the seven heavens, I don`t know.
Chasers hold a fatwa as their flag in their heyday hands
what dictates 'his scriptures in Saraswati temples be banned.'

Vedas at the holy feet of Vishnu frown at the cursed Brahma.
Lord Shiva is long gone in the glorious era of proud saffron.
Don`t ask me why mythology is being made a zombie
or why Hitler`s Aryan arrogance still smoulders. I don`t know.

But I remember, Tagore looked beyond India across the globe.
His humanist voice reached up to many shores over many seas.
I hear his words in 'Where the mind is without fear' far and near.
Don`t ask me why his ghost is being haunted, for I don`t know.   

I don`t know but I am not surprised at this chase.
So-called free India could not see her soldiers` captain
for her some worthy sons had to give farewell to Mountbatten.
Alexander said to Seleucus," What a marvelous country India is"!

Jul 22nd


By pranu

death of a farmer on the field...

death of an artist in deed...


death of a martyr on the tomb...

death of a child in the womb...


death of a language and culture..

death of birds and vulture...


death of a soldier on the front...

death of a bride that was burnt...


death of a worker on the machine...

death of a valley that lost its sheen...


death of a flower that you grace...

death of a river without a trace...



Jul 22nd

आओ ज़रा हम मौत की बातें करे!

By pranu
आओ ज़रा हम मौत की बातें करे!
मौत कुछ अपनों की,
मौत कुछ गैर लगते अपनों की!
मौत कुछ उम्मीदों की ख्वाहिशों की,
मौत कुछ साथ सजाएं सपनों की!
आओ ज़रा हम मौत की बातें करे!
Jul 21st


By pranu

तख्तों ताज भी दे दिए,

रसुखों शोहरात भी दे दिए,

कहते है वो नुमाइंदो को हमारे!

कब मिलेगी दो जून की रोटी, कब मिलगा दो पल का चैन, 

कब मिलेगा तन को लिबास, छत मिलेगी गुज़ारने को रैन, 

पूछते है हम बाशिंदों को हमारे?



Jul 20th

Deity in love

By mgk

The glazing blue skies in her eyes displayed the sorrows of her past,


While the raging red  lips displayed the nerve of her inner soul. 


For she was a tornado plunging into the ocean,


And a hurricane hitting the ground until she met her purpose of life. 


Encapsulated in the world of love, she let her tornadoes thwart and the hurricanes scupper. 


Such was a deity devoted in love. 



- Mgk 




Jul 17th

Mahakavi Vallathol

By soman





Russian Author and Translator of Vallathol’s poetry into Russian.

(Abridged version of article published in the Vallathol Memorial Souvenir 1965).


When a man is old and beloved by his contemporaries, a strange belief arises in them – that the venerated patriarch will never die.  More bitter their grief when he does die.  But if the departed is a poet, and a great poet to boot, he has more friends than any ordinary man, and the grief grows all the greater.  Such was the death of Mahakavi Vallathol.


He is no more, but we still hear his sonorous chants, reciting his poems - and their echo shall reverberate through innumerable centuries.


His sight was sharp - it was at once a telescope and a microscope. His poems are luxurious tapestries, whereon are woven intricate designs of the poet’s impressions of the material world.  He had an astute brain and a super-sensitive heart. …And his ideal was: HARMONY – of life and art; the true harmony; the Harmony that only Liberty can bring. The venerable bard never considered himself a person apart from his people.  No ivory tower could lure him away from the steep and glorious road he was treading, to his dying day.  It was for his people that Vallathol wrote his poems.  He made great efforts and achieved remarkable results in preserving the true national culture of his country.


In 1951 Vallathol visited my native land, the Soviet Union.  He appeared before a Moscow audience and recited his verse. …  And what applause there was when he ended! The vast Hall of Columns seemed to crack – the language was foreign, but the sentiment it conveyed was magnificent.



Vallathol lived a long and noble life.  Never did he make a single compromise, but unflinchingly followed the way he deemed right. … We in the Soviet Union are proud of having had among our allies a person so remarkable as Mahakavi Vallathol, Poet Laureate.

Jul 17th

Travails of Polish Immigrants

By soman



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 Travails of a Polish Immigrant in USA.


A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.
Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well.

However,  one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could
arrange a divorce for him.
The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the
circumstances, and asked him the following questions:
Question: Have you any grounds?
Answer:  Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.

Q. No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
A. It is made of concrete.

Q. I don't think you understand. Does either of you have a real grudge?
A. No, we have carport, and not need one.

Q. I mean what are your relations like?
A. All my relations still in Poland .

Q. Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
A. We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.

Q. Does your wife beat you up?
A. No, I always up before her.

Q. Is your wife a nagger?
A. No, she white.

Q. Why do you want this divorce?
A. She going to kill me.

Q. What makes you think that?
A. I got proof.

Q. What kind of proof?

A. She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at
     drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read English pretty good,
     and it say:

        “ POLISH  REMOVER”





Jul 14th


By Akirah

                     I felt like someone had hit me on my head and I fell down unconscious. When, I opened my eyes, I saw that I am sitting on chair. I saw Chotu, he was standing there waiting for me to open my eyes.

Chotu: Are you Fine?

Me: Yeah..

Chotu: I expected this. But, I felt I shouldn’t hide this from you.

Me: Is it true? I can’t believe it. I mean are you sure about this?

Chotu: Whatever….. You left him right? Then, why can’t you believe it?

Me: You know Chotu, why did I take that decision?

Chotu: It doesn’t matter now…. You left him and that’s true.

Me: Even, you do not understand my situation….

Chotu: Whatever the situation is..   It resulted in this way.

     After having conversation, I was like, is it really my mistake? I started slowly getting down the stairs. Chotu was saying that please, don’t tell mom that I told you. I just did what my heart said to me to do. I assured him with my gesture. I went straight away to my room, and shut the door. I opened my bag, and took out the cover which was hidden in my clothes. I unpacked the cover and placed them on the floor. All the things which reminded me my past was in front of my eyes. As I was looking at them, all the memories were again flooding back into my mind. I sat down in front of them.

         I was very happy whenever I see him, talk to him or spend my time with him. I used to think that those were my wonderful moments of my life. I felt I was really lucky to find a person like him who always understands without any explanations. He was always with me in all my decisions and he also promised me that he will always be with me in achieving my dreams. And when I took the decision to go to Bangalore, which was against him and my Dad, I was sure that he will understand me. I was sure that, he will be waiting for me. I didn’t expect that he would be married. All my thoughts and my dreams shattered into pieces. I hope it to be a bad dream and, pinched myself.I started shouting No..No,, This can’t be true. He can’t leave me like this. Then, I heard Chotu asking me to open the door. I assured him, I was OK, and need some me time. He said, Ok, but take care.

              After answering to him, I looked at all those things and sat in front of them. The only person who understood my dreams, supported me is now not related to me in any way. He got married? I was still in dilemma. I know him very well. He can’t do this to me. I took out my phone, I dialed a number. On the other side, it was ringing for a long time, but no one picked up the phone. I sent a message that Call me back, its urgent. I was in full tension, that I started biting my nails. The phone started vibrating. I immediately answered the call.

Me: Hello, Sunil, Hi, How are you?

Sunil: Hey, Akirah, I am fine, how are you?

Me: Yeah, I am good. By the way, where are you now?

Sunil: I am in Chennai. Why? What happen? Anything serious?

Me: Nah... Nothing like that. I just wanted to know some information from you.

Sunil: Oh.. About????

Me: Did you know this that he got married???

Sunil: Hmm… I am sorry Akirah. I didn’t want to make you sad, so I didn’t tell this to you.

Me: That means.. its true… He got married?

Sunil: Yeah.. I too felt bad. I even didn’t attend his marriage. Actually, he didn’t invite me too. Even, if he had invited, I wouldn’t have attended it.

Me: Bye.. Sunil. Will talk to you later..

Sunil: Hey, one minute, I don’t know what happened to your love story, I felt very bad. And, I want to say only one thing. Please don’t hurt yourself. Be brave my friend…and take care.

Me: Hmm.. Bye.

    I was still in a state of shock, that it was true, indeed very true. He left me without fulfilling his promises. No, I am wrong. I am totally wrong. It was me who left him first. He took that to an end, a dead end to our relationship. What would have made him to take such a decision? Was he forced by his parents? He didn’t even think once, what would I feel after listening this?







If you were not meant to be a part of my life

Then why did we encounter with

If you were not meant to be with me in future

Then why did we get habituated with each other

If you were not meant to play a major role in my life

Then why your absence is not letting me live with peace

If you were not meant to be special in my life

Then why did you share sweet moments with me.

Jul 14th

Deadly muse

By mgk

Words of rock thrown onto my castle of glass,


Shattered my soul into a pile of shards. Forlorn with guilt for the words I once spilled,


With intentions none of rancour seeps deeper Into the roots as deadly muse. 


You spill and you wipe.


You throw and you dust. 


The spill seeps while the pain surges. 


Till today the shards prick, making it hard to shut the eyes. 


Ice cold and dry throated, I try to gallop the agony, wishing someday this torment would end. 



- mgk



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