This here is a postscript to the last one. One of the most unfortunate linguistic – and indeed, social –…
It’s late in the evening, she’s wondering what clothes to wear; she’ll put on the make-up, and brushes her long,…
I sing of broken Christmas bellsLetters addressed to the condemned cellsTrees by fields of unblessed mass gravesAnd a toy tiger…
There was a notice up on the wall. Not a brick wall, of course, it was the wall of news…
Many years ago when I was in college, I went to a place called Kayal’er Bagan. It was a little…
So today is World Poetry Day? Some have been asking me, over the last few days, about poems on ‘Humanity’…
Would be a shame if all this storm blew over, and Inksfall did not have a few words to say…
अयि गिरिनन्दिनि नन्दितमेदिनि विश्वविनोदिनि नन्दनुतेगिरिवरविन्ध्यशिरोऽधिनिवासिनि विष्णुविलासिनि जिष्णुनुते ।भगवति हे शितिकण्ठकुटुम्बिनि भूरिकुटुम्बिनि भूरिकृतेजय जय हे महिषासुरमर्दिनि रम्यकपर्दिनि शैलसुते ॥ १ ॥…
Today is International Women’s Day and I am not sure what I should be celebrating, or if I should celebrate…
[This here’s an old shanty dedicated to our resident cannibal (we are all stardust, mind), Aditi. You might know her,…