It captures poems about people, places and sights and sounds associated with them.
By A.K.Ramanujam Yet like grandfatherI bathe before the village crow the dry chlorine watermy only Ganges the naked Chicago bulba cousin of the Vedic sun slap soap on my backlike father and thinkin proverbs like meI wipe myself dry with an unwashedSears turkish towel like motherI hear faint morning song Read more…
By A.K.Ramanujam Extracts from the poems (It has 11 stanzas)7 Lord of the twelve right handswhy are we your mirror menwith the two left hands capable only of castingreflections? Lordof faces, find us the facewe lost earlythis morning. 8 Lord of headlines,help us readthe small print. Lord of the sixth Read more…
By Nissim Ezekiel I have long watched myself Remotely doing what I had to do, At times ashamed but always Rationalising all I do. I have heard the endless silent dialogue Between the self-protective self And the self naked. I have seen the mask And the secret behind the mask.
By Nissim Ezekiel Everyday there is so much work and I don’t get overtime. My wife is always asking for more money… My job is such, no one is giving bribe,… I wish I was bird… I am doing my duty, but who is appreciating? Nobody, I am telling you… Read more…
By Nissim Ezekiel Remember me? I am Professor Sheth.Once I taught you geography. NowI am retired, though my health is good.My wife died some years back.By God’s grace, all my childrenAre well settled in life.One is Sales Manager,One is Bank Manager,Both have cars.Other also doing well, though not so well.Every Read more…
By Nissim Ezekiel I am standing for peace and non-violence.Why world is fighting fightingWhy all people of worldAre not following Mahatma Gandhi,I am simply not understanding.Ancient Indian Wisdom is 100% correct,I should say even 200% correct,But modern generation is neglecting –Too much going for fashion and foreign thing.Other day I’m Read more…
By Nissim Ezekiel I remember the night my motherwas stung by a scorpion. Ten hoursof steady rain had driven himto crawl beneath a sack of rice. Parting with his poison – flashof diabolic tail in the dark room –he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of fliesand Read more…
By Nissim Ezekiel Friends,our dear sisteris departing for foreignin two three days,andwe are meeting todayto wish her bon voyage. You are all knowing, friends,What sweetness is in Miss Pushpa.I don’t mean only external sweetnessbut internal sweetness.Miss Pushpa is smiling and smilingeven for no reason but simply becauseshe is feeling. Miss Read more…
The old legend By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt But dauntless there stood,King Porus, towering ‘midst the foe,Like a Himalaya peakWith its eternal crown of snow:And on his brow did shineThe jewell’d regal diadem His milk white elephantWas deck’d with many a brilliant gem. – He wreck’d not of the phalanx That Read more…
A Sonnet in blank verse By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt A beauteous veil of burning gold did hide The Day-god’s brow resplendent : and the sky Like to canvass on its bosom wore Sweet forms, the pencil of meek Even drew! – Not many a bird, – not kokils – philomels Read more…