Manju Kachuli
Sometimes with someone else’s wind in your retinaYou come draped in it as your shirtI visualize through those unspoken wordsIts transparencyI smell the...
Manju Kachuli
Still creations consist of a house, no personPonds, no fish and trees, no birdsWithin this: still creationPerhaps a life, more than a lifeAnd...
Manju KachuliA scenario of landscapeWith the line of smile in discretionThe fallen leaves dry out, become humus—Input to the poplar roots; again a new...
Manju Kachuli
Presences are isolatedParallel movement of feet on the green carpetThe gestures! Simultaneously, so activeSuch an attempt to….
How better were it the early morningOf...
Manju Kachuli
An old woman peeps through her windowDemocracy in her yardResting under her chinHer own beautiful wrinkled handA wonderful formless form in peacefulnessChiseling it...
Pawan Aalok
Every day,every eveningI have been watchingthe sky over the Hudson River.Almost alwayshelicopters, water taxiesmoving across the Hudson;boats and ferriesI have been watching -...
Ram Gopal Ashutosh
O wordsWhy are you mute, like stones?Speak, scream, puke filthy wordswrite on defiant wallsobscene wordsand babble deusi songs in inebriationand trumpet intoxicated...