Category: Poetry

  • Jaipur Literature Festival: poets – Nilanjana Roy

    Jaipur Literature Festival: poets – Nilanjana Roy

    Jaipur Literature Festival: poets (1). Jeet Thayil’s ghazal on Malayalam and Nilanjana Roy (who I think I have an academic crush on) speaks about poetry. Also on her blog are some lovely articles on Agha Shahid Ali. A must read. An excerpt I loved: “I like choosing theoretical homes, but the idea of “settling down”…

  • Ghazal by Mimi Khalvati

    Ghazal by Mimi Khalvati

    Ghazal by Mimi Khalvati. If I am the grass and you the breeze, blow through me. If I am the rose and you the bird, then woo me. If you are the rhyme and I the refrain, don’t hang on my lips, come and I’ll come too when you cue me. If yours is the…

  • “Dedications”

    “Dedications”

    “I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean on a grey day of…

  • “Translations” – Adrienne Rich

    “Translations” – Adrienne Rich

      You show me the poems of some woman my age, or younger translated from your language Certain words occur: enemy, oven, sorrow enough to let me know she’s a woman of my time obsessed with Love, our subject: we’ve trained it like ivy to our walls baked it like bread in our ovens worn…

  • “Inheritance” – Warsan Shire

    “Inheritance” – Warsan Shire

    Where did you get those big eyes? My mother. And where did you get those lips? My mother. And the loneliness? My mother. And that broken heart? My mother. And the absence, where did you get that? My father. “Inheritance” Warsan Shire (via prideinthepanther)  

  • Rolling and Smoking Will – A Ghazal

    Rolling and Smoking Will – A Ghazal

      Rolling and Smoking Will – A Ghazal Leftovers marked impending will Let go if you can bending will Old China, teak furniture, books His never-ending quill I closed the suitcase lid No hope left in swallowing pills A garden of roses and jasmine He wove magic with his tending till What is gone can’t…

  • A lie said

    A lie said

  • Emmanuel Moses in Amsterdam

    Emmanuel Moses in Amsterdam

      Location: Broodhuys Only  a poet could go through pain, heartache, agony and say, “it was beautiful.” Only a poet. Thank you Emmanuel.

  • Aur bhi dukh~ Faiz

    Aur bhi dukh~ Faiz

    Aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siva rahaten aur bhi vasl ki rahat ke siva Faiz Ahmed Faiz (via d-u-n-i-y-a)