I Like Melancholy, so I write in the Past Tense: Poems from NaPoWriMo 2022 Day One
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Official Selection from the Day 1 of National Poetry Writing Month 2022 by Poems India
- Mar 8, 2022
International Women’s day, four poems
Another Woman by Imtiaz Dharker This morning she brought green “methi” in the market, choosing the freshest bunch; picked up a white...
- Mar 2, 2022
Sweet Potatoes by Mukund Nair
“If you align the stones in the makeshift mud oven just right, If you catch the flame just right, The potatoes roast themselves.” The old...
- Feb 28, 2022
Wordle by Shama Mahajan
And like the millions, I too start playing Wordle Deciding which ‘five letter word’ should be the random guess to begin the day. The...
- Feb 18, 2022
People forget the human behind this sexuality by Abhinav Dasgupta
Peek into my diary entry from last night and you’ll find a whispered debate that I had with the moon when the stars slept on her shoulder...
- Feb 14, 2022
Mujh se mere naam ne ye kya kiya by Aaditya Pandey
Art by Dheeraj Kumar It has been said many times before the only meaningful way we know to materialize is to pass on the name so I...
- Feb 9, 2022
Three poems by Vinita Agrawal
Grieving Rivers rounding stones, your memory barbing my eyes, the last moment at the hospital clinging to air beaded with monsoon rain at...
- Feb 7, 2022
Two poems by Sehar
My baba often told me not to write a political poem My baba often told me not to write a political poem, Or another sadistic...
- Feb 5, 2022
Bionote by K Srilata
Bionote Very briefly then, I am middle class and very Madras. Born and raised in West Mambalam – the other side of the railway tracks...
- Feb 3, 2022
The Green Silk Saree and other poems of Bhawna Jaimini
Three poems of Bhawna Jaimini The Green Silk Saree My sister and I drooled over the aluminium box which my grandmother finally opened...
- Dec 29, 2021
Chennai by Sahana Mira
today, I am the last passenger that’s stranded at an empty railway station, I am the plucked heart resembled that of a pretty hibiscus...
- Dec 29, 2021
Old Calcutta Chromosomes by Aishwarya Roy
By Pritom Ghosh, Courtesy : The lens man diary / Old Calcutta Chromosomes Like an old man of the hill, the houses lie. It’s like touching...
- Dec 29, 2021
Newspaper People by Nameera Anjum Khan
COURTESY OF THE AMERICAN PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSOCIATION They wanted me to be a Doctor And now, I dissect crimes of the body politic; The...
- Dec 23, 2021
A Dalit Happy by Hsenura
When I have to write To all these publishing houses They ask me to write on pain Suffering, Hunger and Trauma And if I differ, they say...
- Dec 21, 2021
Ontology of our language by Yogesh Maitreya
Naturally, when the placenta is cut The child is separated from mother However this isn’t the case with us We are never separated from...
- Dec 9, 2021
Kanpur, my Stockholm Syndrome by Adeeba Lari
I was fifteen when I first read about Stockholm syndrome an act where the hostage falls in love with the captor, and suddenly it all made...
- Nov 30, 2021
An ode to November by Shriti Chowdhary
Photograph by Vikrant Karande November dips jalebis in kheer And debates the origin of rosgollas With friends wearing saffron sweaters,...
- Nov 22, 2021
Framing Food through the Kitchen Window by B Geetha
Art by Thor WIckstorm The acoustic textures of mustard seeds sputtering in hot oil, pressure cookers whistling like angry male members...
- Nov 19, 2021
“Gulp it down. You’re a bloody man” by Anurag Mohanty
Source: The Guardian / International Men’s Day Poetry Dear men, When I was 6, a child that picked up a barbie to play with instead of a...
- Oct 9, 2021
The Goddess of All Things by Aishwarya Roy
Courtesy : Sneha Mitra In Afghanistan, it has never been acceptable for women to write poetry on any subject. But to write to a lover has...
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