Watch: A Sikh man’s hard hitting poem on Sec 377 and Indian Constitution
Samvidhaan (Constitution) is a hard hitting poem on Sec 377 and Indian constitution by Ramneek Singh. The video is of him reciting his poem at High St. Phoeni... Read More...
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Poem: Distant Desires
To smell the nice mix of faded deo and faded sweat ..
to find a home in his tight embrace ..
to play with his stupid sleeping face ..
That’s all I am... Read More...
Poem: Longing
There is a whisper of longing on his lips,
As he looks at mine.
Closer and closer he appears,
To make up for lost time.
Caressing my face gently... Read More...
Poem: How I wish she raised me
Oh how I wish she raised me,
As her daughter.
How I wished she named me,
My mother's only wish would have come true,
like most other mothers,... Read More...
Poem: Madness
Painting by Kashish Seth
Dear lover do not even think
I do not know what you think,
This is madness that you see
Because madness was always within me.
&nb... Read More...
Poem: Monsoon
Painting by Kashish Seth
Like a long lost person whose arrival has delayed
This rain, this monsoon suddenly came to surprise you
When you ha... Read More...
Poem: Enigma
Why does my heart flutter
at the slightest glimpse of your face?
Why does my pulse race
when I see your sauntering grace?
Why does my breath catch
ever... Read More...
Poem: ‘No Pic No Reply’
'No pic no reply' - a poem. Image: Brijesh Sukumaran.
I said:
My mind forbids
pinging you
but my heart doesn't comply.
All they said was: "no pic, no ... Read More...
Poem: In Your Eyes
In your eyes
I see a twinkle no star can boast of,
I see a light that mocks the Sun,
I see the depth of seven oceans,
I see the calm of a Spring eve,
I s... Read More...
Poem: When You Come to Me
Twirling smoke
Coming out of my mouth
Paints gray metaphors
Around me
I hold your memories delicately
Like an expensive pen
Between my teeming fingers... Read More...
Poem: Sinners
When love is sin, and we sinners.
They stare, They point.
I hear them poking fun
at us, the way your fingers
slip into mine, tender.
They balk, They glow... Read More...
Poem: What Is It?
It's not a disease that
needs to be cured,
not a bad habit that
ought to be spanked off,
not a 'preference' that
can be changed at will.
It's not a reli... Read More...