[tabby title="Poem"] (a found poem in honour of Jaydeep Sarangi) “my poetry is my honesty, if there is any”Jaydeep Sarangi chiselled languagegives sense to truth winged imagination is witness to its pastgrasping at the wind the suffering lots of the...

A broken altar Reeking Of past sacrifices A bruised prayer Despairing Of broken martyrs A beaten god Dying Of broken dreams A mortal offering Kneeling On broken necks

[tabby title="Poem"] An unknown spirit from a holy place came striking my soul and sent for me; and an instant hunger for spiritual contentment in me paved a path for my lonely self to tread. A few steps is all...

[tabby title="Poem"] The place that affords us space to be,over and over,wherever it may beeven if we change. Where our comforts are cushionedand our habits treated to the same comfort,as we give flight to our heart's high,sight to our mind's...

[tabby title="Poem"] At his death I wrote of golden tears shed for a cruel step-grandfather And how I hoped tears for my own father would not be the same I wrote this by a lake And the ways of water...