Category: NAW Poetry

‘Morning’ by Prathap Kamath

Water boils in the steel pot held over the blue flame;   bubbles rising from the bottom as small as mustard seeds   move up in a tornado growing as they swirl to surface   big and strong as life…

‘The Night’ by Dipima Buragohain

Right in the middle of the starclad night, The fireflies nestle my delicate dreams, Over the beaming moon Blush the naive hopes. It’s a glasshouse of choices, Choices that are made with Each glorious sunshine and Every dark blue twillight.…

‘An Unwritten Song’ by Sonam Dema

A thousand stars A lone moon A lonely boy And I, a night-sky.   A thousand promises A love song A paper lover And I, a perpetual dreamer.   A thousand voyages A waning solace A passing sailor And I,…

‘UNDERCURRENT’ by Daya Bhat

“Who am I?” She nudges and nobbles, “A mere spectator? A non-reformer? But so are you!” She sneers in obstinacy Dares to challenge! “My dwelling bound by wood and glass. Margins defined – space confined. I have done no good…

‘A Winter Song’ by Sonam Dema

A Winter Song

Give me a winter wrapped in pleasing fragility of intense cold, Of unequivocal bliss of dancing snowflakes, Melting into the flashing sunlight.   Give me a winter filled with chuckles of mischievous children, Of outrageous snowball fights, red cheeks and…

‘Of Love, Etc.’ by Dipima Buragohain

Your dreams and my eyes, Your hopes and my smile, My wishes and your twinkle, My desires and your lips, Between yours and mine Lies the thing called love.   He said, “I’m in love with you” I smiled in…

‘Lamp Post’ by Partha Pratim Das

On a mystic December day So cold and weary a lamp was, For a sudden power cut, It had lost almost lost all its , Warmth  and brightness , Made the dark highway naked, But the dying bulb Was still…

‘Wet dreams of Damsels’ by Chandramohan S

What happens to deferred dreams of girls? Do they evaporate? Like the tears of an ill-fated bride Without any traces ? Does it end up as crimson graffiti of a sword piercing a heart, Tear brimming eyes On bridal bed…

‘SHE’ by Satish Pendharkar

She showed us mountains Purple and clouds cirrus That crowned their peaks. Through her we learned to breathe And serenading Life We began interpreting The language of birds And realized that Donkeys As also Pigs are creatures of God  …