Interviewed by Tasnima Yasmin Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? I was born and raised in Amritsar, Punjab-India. I did my primary education from Sacred Heart High School and my matriculation from Alexandra High School. I then went to Simla (now Shimla) for higher studies and joined St. Bede’s College – where…
Tag: poetry
What’s in a rose?
By Prajakta Paranjpe I was the rose, or was Ibecause was it only those whose bloodmatched mine who saw me in rosy colorbecause my own crimson tears burned as I was unlovedbecause I wanted to be morethan a beautiful partto be played by nothing but a body,the beauty fully my own, nor my only petal.Plucking…
Rose day 1995*
By Anu Mahadev Why do we celebrate the rose –Cut, shorn of thorns and placed in the handsOf the most beautiful Why do a select few get to define beauty Who cries for the lost pulchritudeOf petals, rapidly losing their heady scentExcept for the ones whose hands are bereft Of sweetbriar velvet – The ones…
TWI Poetry: Autumn
Taseer Gujral I held an old picture in handThe absence of colour stirring a seasonOf fullness in a voidI saw fire throwing up tired shadows on wallsI saw red leaves returning to their branchesAnd a strange fear possessed meThe fear of coming to the path I had started fromI always had a problemWith tracing the…
TWI Poetry: Destined to Go
Chaitali Sengupta The evening drops. A blue darkness,on the embittered trees,lamenting on their barrenness.The bark of my body, stiff and limp, nowhas grown vulnerable feet. Youth is gnarled in my ancient limbs,missing, almost like a language lost.The spark of the yore,sleep in the marrow, shadowed by time. The heart beats, morphed nowby each pore of loneliness.It is…
TWI Poetry: Rebirth
Santosh Bakaya A lone dog looks around with a nonchalant air,seeing nothing but red.In another corner a man burns chinar leaves, making coal,now and then stoking the fire, watching a frolicsome foal. With firewood on her head,steel in her heart, an unending winter in her soul,the young but stooped woman, looks around in a daze,hunting…
TWI Poetry: Sunflowers
Bharti Bansal The ceramic violet coloured pot Gives home to two sunflowers The sunflowers which choose to bloom every single day Even after I forget to water them Their petals, a shade of Van Gogh’s optimism Their sepals, emerald green And the brown mud Still scream louder than I can hear That good things don’t…
TWI Poetry: To You, Amber Wisdom
Soumi Duttgupta Laden Autumn,your latent sapienceresonates. My auburn years,florid in sundry experience,are yearning for adeciduous spree. Can you whisper to methe word that shall set me free?
TWI Poetry: 2 Poems
Josie Rozell Balance Centrefold exists onlyin vinyasa yogaand origami classes give it upto the genial violenceof the rope swingthat carries you to the netherworld enjoy the windthe wildness made stark by the sunwhich stretcheswebbed fingers towards your lungs. The body, as a wholeis not symmetric. You,more than a bodybut thusly housedare likewise. If We Must…
TWI Poetry: Two Poems
Shamayita Sen Binary Thoughts I wake rubbing the night off my eyes. Binary thoughts criss-cross in time. We exchange pleasantries in a mindless daze. A world exists in my eardrums. I have partial memories to gorge upon: my grandfather has invited us to tea, I tug at your shirt, run my fingers on the pock mark on your forehead—I feel the intimacy, your…
The Woman Inc. 