
The Crooked Order Of Things (From Mother Goose)
There was a lonely lady, and she walked a lonely mile. She was found in a lonely old-age home, instead

There was a lonely lady, and she walked a lonely mile. She was found in a lonely old-age home, instead
Three Poems by Chitrangada Lahiri, Kalpna Singh-Chitnis & Nivedita Rao Beyond the Scars by Chitrangada Lahiri “You are so pretty.”

My mother casually tells me “When you get married, have a child and start a family, you’ll understand how hard and excruciating it is to be a mother”.

By Prajakta Paranjpe I was the rose, or was Ibecause was it only those whose bloodmatched mine who saw me

By Anu Mahadev Why do we celebrate the rose –Cut, shorn of thorns and placed in the handsOf the most

Taseer Gujral I held an old picture in handThe absence of colour stirring a seasonOf fullness in a voidI saw

Chaitali Sengupta The evening drops. A blue darkness,on the embittered trees,lamenting on their barrenness.The bark of my body, stiff and limp,

Santosh Bakaya A lone dog looks around with a nonchalant air,seeing nothing but red.In another corner a man burns chinar

Bharti Bansal The ceramic violet coloured pot Gives home to two sunflowers The sunflowers which choose to bloom every single

Soumi Duttgupta Laden Autumn,your latent sapienceresonates. My auburn years,florid in sundry experience,are yearning for adeciduous spree. Can you whisper to