For An Informed Ambedkar Age
Dhamma Darshan Nigam Long Live Bukowski Do not shy away to contradict contradictions are inevitable no one is ever free of contradictions it is an essential character to call a life – life lived enough like a necessary condition – like a basic need – like whiskey confronting men – eye to eye justifying its …
Ajitha M.K (Translated from Malayalam by Sreekala Sivasankaran) Hunger is an enemy, always Hate it to the core, it will thicken like forest Stand like a rocky mountain brazenly Bite like leeches and scorpions stealthily Hunger is rain Falling like needle points The blazing sun and the pain Even if you bend …
Sreekala Sivasankaran No more insinuation No more provocation No more arguments No more slapping on the face No more pinching of the hips No more pulling of my breasts in the street No more spitting on the vagina No more forced Carols No more baptisms of captivity Put me on medicines Put me on ECT …
Kranthi Kumar Mungamuri అగ్రకుల మతోన్మాదులు మీ ఒంటి మీద మిగిల్చిన కుల వ్యతిరేక గుర్తులను చూపించండి…. వచ్చి ఈ… ప్రపంచానికి చెప్పండి వచ్చి ఈ… అణగారిన ప్రపంచ సమాజానికి చెప్పండి… వచ్చి ఈ… అణగద్రోక్కుతున్న మనువాద నవతరానికి చెప్పండి… ఈచోటనే… మా నాలుకలని తెగ్గోసారని ! అది బహుజన విముక్తి నినాదాలను పలుకుతుందని ! ఈ చోటనే… మాసెవుల్లో సిసాన్ని పోసారని ! మీ …
Meera At times they tell me- I am a goddess, And they drape me- In sandalwood and red, And carry me along- Around the temple. Sometimes they cry- When I am born- Who’ll pay the dowry- When she is finally off- To her in-laws’ place! At times they gawk, At me …
Amyri* (First song) As I lie comfortable in my well-cushioned bed, a song plays through the expensive audio speakers I own. The song is Amyri. Satish Das is the singer. The first verse begins by the song-persona saying he had sown moong along the shores of the river (moong is one of the lentils found …
Meera This freedom is not ours In a tank in Mahad, Long back, he fought- Not for the stale water, But for us, to be seen- As humans. The tank is still there, Stale and filled with moss, Like your eyes- jaundiced, With the moss of manusmriti! Another boy was killed- For the …
Jitendra Suna Beauty Conundrum The beauty It lures me, So does the voice, Of Lata Mangeshkar, When I see & hear it, I desire it I seek it! But, then There is a silent revolt Against the beauty, The voice. It exasperates me It itches my mind For its perfection Its flawed existence The …
Dnyanesh Before you read the poem, let us discuss the context in which this poem lies. It unravels the journey of a human mind that grows up from childhood to its adult age. In this poem, the mind has a distinct journey to tell because it has been nurtured in socialization where caste has been …