Who speaks of strong currentsstreaming through the legs, the breastsof a pregnant womanin her fourth month?She’s young, this is her first time,she’s slim and the nausea has gone.Her belly’s just starting to get rounderher breasts itch all day, and she’s… Read More »White Asparagus by Sujata Bhatt
1 Love brought me the joys of life for sureA cure for pain, a pain of no cure 2 Desires in thousands I had, for each I would dieWith many I had luck, for many I would sigh 3 My… Read More »My wails need a lifetime to reach the heart by Mirza Ghalib
O naive heart, happening to you is what?Afterall, the remedy of this pain is what? I am eager and she is disintrested.O God! Happening here is what? I also have a tounge in my mouth.I wish someone asks me case… Read More »O naive heart by Mirza Ghalib
After your death.It was windy every day.Every day.Opposed us like a wall.We went.Shouting sideways at one another.Along the road.It was useless.The spaces between us.Got hard.They are empty spaces.And yet they are solid.And black and grievous.As gaps between the teeth.Of an… Read More »Apostle Town by Anne Carson
Backlit by their dreams,they sit on three upended wooden crates,outside the entrance of a garageconverted into a restaurant kitchen;elbows on knees,bare-chested above their shorts,hunched over potatoesrotating slowly in their hands,and the dark side of each one’s mindfaintly visible inthe reflected… Read More »The Potato Peelers by Arun Kolatkar
the cockeyed shah of iran watches the cakedecompose carefully in a cracked showcase;distracted only by a fly on the makeas it finds in a loafer’s wrist an operational base. dogmatically green and elaborate trees defeatbreeze; the crooked swan begs pardonif… Read More »Irani Restaurant Bombay by Arun Kolatkar
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly,trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his wordssanctified the purpose with which he faced himself.I saw his white bone thrash… Read More »Hunger by Jayanta Mahapatra
Read the poem About the poet Arun Balkrishna Kolatkar was an Indian poet who wrote both in Marathi and English. His poems are known for expressing the humour in everyday life. His first collection of English poetry, Jejuri won commonwealth Poetry Prize… Read More »Biograph by Arun Kolatkar summary & analysis
Women Beware Women is a remarkable play written by Thomas Middleton which is divided into five acts. in his play, Middleton uses a very interesting scene of chess game which plays a very significant role in the plot of the… Read More »Significance of the Chess game scene in Thomas Middleton’s ‘Women Beware Women’
Over the soughing of the sombre windpriests chant louder than ever;the mouth of India opens. Crocodiles move into deeper waters. Mornings of heated middenssmoke under the sun. The good wifelies in my bedthrough the long afternoon;dreaming still, unexhaustedby the deep… Read More »The Indian Summer by Jayanta Mahapatra
