The woman was born into a family that treated love like rationed kerosene: distributed sparingly, often with smoke. Her father believed affection was best expressed by raising his voice, and her siblings thought emotions were best handled like cricket balls, thrown hard and fast. Her first lover turned out toContinue Reading
Translated by Manoharan V P We.We live on two landswith deep sea betweenand devil behind us. We.What if we never met?We share the same night.What if curfewrules your nights?The dreams you inter and sendreach me safe,and when the east blushes roseour yards are full ofwhite orchids. We live on twoContinue Reading
Nila had long clocked that kindness in the 21st century looked a lot like a flash sale. Loud, time-bound, and deeply transactional. People didn’t care. When her mom took a fall in the bathroom, a minor slip, more bruise to pride than body. Nila did the bare minimum drilled intoContinue Reading
Like the kindi,absently left in the portico,was stolen during night,a hill on the paddy fieldsdisappeared before dawn. Where all they searched,the rain and the sun! On the flank of a hillthat survives yetis my home.Now all hillsgo for roadworks,patting to sleepthe wailing homes. Panthalam hill, Poothra hillPuliyaara hill, Para hillCholaContinue Reading
(Poem Translation by VP Manoharan – Original Poet : PP Ramachandran) In one misty dawna train,slipping off its track due to wrong signalcame and stoppedin a village alley leading to fields.Dogs began to bark,as brakes engaged,at the strange, sudden roarof giant iron wheels.Cats, ever alert,stringed and stretchedtheir hairy bows.Cuddling underContinue Reading
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