The Choice is yours?
Everybody wants a piece of them The land, The tree, The tiger, The bauxite, The development. But I wonder, Why not the shackles? Why not the screams? Why not the...
I am not your apology
It is a grievous yoke, this burden of borrowed blame— a collar fastened not by hand but by suspicion’s iron whim. Each time some wayward soul, bearing a surname that...
23rd March
Paash (Poem on Bhagat Singh) After his martyrdom, the rest remained, Like a fading scene left behind. Freshly shut eyelids, like a shrinking glimpse within the nation’s gaze, The nation...
Letters to My Ailing Mother
The Lady of Justice has shed her blindfold, I hear. Could she finally see the sound of our voices, trapped beneath her feet? Could she see the foetid stains of...
I Have Blood on My Hands
These stains run all across my skin for every single truth I let fall apart I have blood on my hands I confess for all the weight of silence I...
Gaza
Gaza, a city where children fear the sight of stars, As stars in this city fall and burn, Gaza, a city where two rivers bathe each other, One formed by...
Land and Flesh
O’ the mighty land, The magnificent force that dares to divide the union of the great oceans, The bounteous spirit that shelters and cradles the might of the flesh, O’...
“We All are Prisoners of Independent India”
-Written by a peasant imprisoned during Telangana movement that started in July, 1946 Prisoners, we all are prisoners Prisoners of Independent India For the sin of standing by the poor...
Marxism Will Give Health to the Sick
Zufishan Rahman In the labyrinthine passages of your pink brain, Frida, I find myself wandering. Each synaptic fold carries a new visage. As I sit here, legs folded, unravelling each...
Resolution of the Communards
Realizing that it is our weakness That enables you to pass your laws We resolve in future to abandon meekness And the law hereon will justify our cause Realizing that...