Read Original Poetry By Henna Kaushal: “Broken Motherland”
The wrinkles on her forehead bend and curve like the Chenab filling and defining her face. Deepened with wisdom and worn with time, I cannot … Read more
The wrinkles on her forehead bend and curve like the Chenab filling and defining her face. Deepened with wisdom and worn with time, I cannot … Read more
Ode to Cities City Conversations I Crowded coffee shops, the chaos of other conversations I found you in places like these Anonymous hideaway worlds with … Read more
The Morning Papers is a collection of pieces on the wonder that was and is Prince. In April, the world lost an unparalleled singer and … Read more
This weekend, May 28-29, the Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Center presents “Crosslines: A Culture Lab on Intersectionality,” a free event in Washington, D.C., at the … Read more
A Coracle Ride I squat on one side of the basket – boat, ready to be propelled across the green river’s girth. Unequally balanced, by … Read more
Poet Sanjeev Sethi reveals to the reader his most private self, as one leafs through This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury), his latest and third … Read more
HOLOGRAPH There never has been a go at noblesse oblige but bills of other kinds have been hounding me with haste. Legitimate or illegitimate a … Read more
Silver just before festive occasions the gods make do without their silver lamps and paraphernalia. in the ritual cleansing prayers, oxidised from longing … Read more
The boy I loved was so dark, so dense, so soft in the air conditioning, so beautiful with his thick chest and spindle legs and … Read more
Yesterday’s Newspaper Like a small leaf Rolling along From curb to curb Beside or behind Each running wheel You have become Heavy, even heavier Than … Read more
The Aerogram