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An extract from Canto 8: See, my belovèd, how the sun With beams that o’er the water shake From western skies has now begun A bridge of...

In a moment the city turns to pebble, stone, dagger, razor ruin, spark, flame, ash In a moment, mobs with hammer, pickaxe, shovel and...

My father used to often quote this to me, the second line - Ghalib is a philosopher, poet, our Leonardo Da Vinci. The great poet, Mirzā...

Come, Let Us Build A Night Come, let us build a night On the marble edifice of silence let us swathe ourselves in the sheets of darkness,...

Sham-e-gham kuch us nigah-e-naaz ki baatein karo, Bekhudi barhti chali hai, raaz ki baatein karo ( It is an evening of sadness, lets talk...

An old woman grabs hold of your sleeve and tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin. She says she will take you to the horseshoe shrine....

"Before every war man wonders if weaponry is the only unfailing remedy for injustice, degradation, poison, and venomous treachery. But,...

Images consult one other A conscience- stricken jury and come slowly to a sentence. This little poem really made me think! So much of a...

Without My Body—BB Agarwal When I returned home this evening a strange incident happened: nobody noticed me. My wife did not ask me for...

Radha’s Mad Heart Rupa Gosvami Translated from the Sanskrit by Shannan Mann i. his honey-song flute — the muse that maddens her mind ii....

Wing Strokes Haiku by Amy Losak and Sydell Rosenberg is a unique dialogue between two accomplished poets. Like symbiosis in the natural...

Don’t let fingers win, says Yasmin Karachiwala in The Perfect 10: 10-Minute Workouts You Can Do Anywhere, a book with a mind boggling...

My personal essay on death and grief got published here http://formidablewoman.org/2023/09/20/moorings-five-women-on-griefdeath-dying/