
Let there be a resounding distance, let nobody follow me.
Let me disappear
like the camphor in a pouch
like the spirit left in a bottle
like lightning, wind or clouds
GENDER PERSPECTIVE ON HOME AND THE WORLD
Let me disappear
like the camphor in a pouch
like the spirit left in a bottle
like lightning, wind or clouds
Poems :: Babusha Kohli Translated by Rituparna Sengupta Advice to Self Have compassion for the writer of bad poemsfor poetry is always a sign of vitality,Think of it this way: Even in these bleak times, someone wants to keep living Don’t laugh at the personwhose knowledge of directions is limitedto the four corners of his phone’s screen:For actually, he suggests the …
Have Compassion for The Writer of Bad Poems Read Moreमैं बोलूं या ना बोलूं
इस समाज से करूंगा हमेशा
संघर्ष
The room swallowed him before she could say anything and the door closed soundlessly after him. The silence was impregnable; she did not have the nerve to break it…
The Soundless Man Read MoreShort Story | Translated from Odia by Snehaprava Das The forest was aflame. It was the second half of May and the temperature hovered around forty-five degrees Celsius. The sky poured out molten heat. Like a thirst-tormented monster the sun sucked up life from every living cell, in man, animal or plant. There was nothing they could do but surrender meekly …
Wild Jasmine :: Paramita Satpathy Read Moreगूँथा हुआ जीवन पके हुए वे छेहर बाल बिखरेथे इधर उधर गुलियाए चेहरे पर हँसकर कहा उसने, “अब मेरे हाथ में समय है बालों का जंजाल कम हो गया- छेहर से कुछ केश ही तो बचे हैं जूड़े के जाल में सिमट जाते हैं बड़े आराम से आओ मैं बाल काढ़ दूँ अब तुम्हारे” अपनी बेटी से कहा उसने उसकी सघन …
गूँथा हुआ जीवन : लक्ष्मी कनन की कविताएँ/अनुवाद – अनामिका Read More