Category Archives: Poetry

Excerpts from Broomrider’s book of the dead by Mukta Sambrani A book in no genre based on found fragments from the notebooks of Anna Albuquar a.k.a. Anna Plum The First Reader (I am also wondering in terms of the linearity of the manuscript, if you were to read all of what is in this book,…

Every wayside blossom has a beauty all its own, If only the restless traveller would bear to wait and watch - The dainty daisy, the pretty pansy, The stately sunflower, the elegant hollyhock. Every wayside blossom has its cup ful of nectar, If only the resistant traveler would dare to stop and sip – The…

Crane your neck to an eerie eyeful of a stranger pursuing a tree of mangoes and your nightmare is alive; worse still the deadlier of the sinful and with farther reaching effects in a hungry nation which seems unquenchable, almost squeamish if not apologetic of its deep rooted grumblings and growlings and dreams that are…

Our Kamla Bai, With a pierced nose and a bun Both held up higha A rose clipped in her hair Behind her ear, Shouts, “I have come!” In a thin, high-pitched voice That can make birds shudder And glasses break. Our Kamla Bai, With her bangles tinkling As she rolls the dough into chapattis Swats…