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Ashfaqh Hasan



Ashfaqh Hasan




MORNING STAR
 
Alone, it waits
Beyond the clenched fist
Of the iron dark
Smoothing
The furrowed brow
Of the sullen night
 
Alone, it waits
Hesitating
Upon the curled lip
Of a false dawn
In blind faith
Of the coming day
 
 
THE COMING STORM
 
The wind, my friend, lies in the North,
With quickened breath it hastens forth,
Its trembling lips and whispers warn
Of a rising sea and a coming storm.
 
Though thunderheads now mass and grow
And slant their strafing shafts below,
We’ll see the pouring sheets of rain
Turn shrub to flower and seed to grain
 
Though blazing shells of firefly
And burn the fabric of the sky,
We’ll catch a glimpse of heaven’s light
Through the dazzling rents that split the night
 
Though black firmament join the land
And meld together sea and sand,
The heaving bosom of the tide
Its wrath spent, will to its bed subside
 
And though the fury of Nature’s blast
Will lay much to waste before it’s passed,
Gold shall dissolve the churning gray
And gentle sunlight redeem the day
 
 
INSOMNIA 
 
Yet again, the flame of dusk
Sets the pyre of another day alight
Scattering its red ceremonial flower
In the face of the onrushing night
 
Unfamiliar facades slowly sharpen
Upon the shoulders of familiar horizons
Shades in the corridors of the mind
Stirred up by the frissons of the dying sun
 
Newly-molted thoughts take flight
Unshackled by the day’s undoing
Filling the air with their ceaseless noise
Like swarms of locusts, all-devouring
 
Sentience teeters upon a cliff-edge
Its death-wish for sweet oblivion
Ever within grasp, yet ever receding
Again and again till the night is done
 
 
ZEN
 
High in the mountains
Amidst the icy blasts
Where the unflinching peaks stand
 
Below the restless waves
Where the waters lie quiet
Under the wind’s rough hand
 
In the age-lined deserts
Where the passages of time
Are written upon the sand
 
In the kernel of the universe
Where the whispered silences
Of eternity began
 
There, shall I ask
My question again and again
And some day, shall I understand

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Articles/Discussions


Editorial
Charanjeet Kaur

Conversations
Nirendranath Chakraborty - In Discussion with Aju Mukhopadhayay
Rajni Tilak - In Conversation with Anjali Singh

Discussions
Charanjeet Kaur – “The Partitioning of the Sub-Continental Mind”
Dilip Jhaveri – ‘Voices from Persia and Ireland’
Kamla Bhasin – ‘Roots of Patriarchy’

Articles
Aditya Kumar Panda – ‘Determinants of Translation’
Kamayani Kumar – ‘Mediating Partition narratives through Visual Culture’
Madhvi Lata – ‘Girish Karnad’s “Naga-Mandala’
Rachana Pandey – ‘Men in Theatrical Performance’

Book Reviews
Ananya Sarkar – ‘Halfway Up A Hill’
Jaydeep Sarangi – ‘At the Crossroads of Culture and Literature’
KV Raghupathi – ‘My Friendship with Yoga
Lakshmi Kannan – ‘Encounters with People and the Angels of Hope’
Pratibha Kumari Singh – ‘A Gift of Goddess Lakshmi’
Revathi Raj Iyer – ‘In Other Words’
Srinivas Reddy – ‘Mahabharata: A Modern Retelling’
Sunaina Jain – ‘The Tree with a Thousand Apples’
Usha Kishore – ‘The Ending of Arrogance: Ksemendra’s Darpa Dalana’

Poetry
Ambika Ananth – ‘Editorial Note’
Ashfaqh Hasan
BR Nagpal
Jim Wungramyao Kasom
Leena Sharma
Malcolm Carvalho
Md Ziaul Haque
Nitya Swaruba
Nuggehalli Pankaja
Prem Kumar
Madhabi Das (Trans. Subhasree Chatterjee)
Sunaina Jain
Ubaidullah Pandit

Fiction
U Atreya Sarma – ‘Editorial Musings’
Ashok Patwari – ‘Padma’
Bodhisatwa Ray – ‘Kway Teow’
Chaganti Nagaraja Rao – ‘The Donor of Books’
Jindagi Kumari – ‘On the path of duty’
Lopa Mukherjee – ‘Through the lens of a camera’
Niyantha Shekar – ‘Shiva Park’
Rajarshi Banerjee – ‘The Mannequin’
Revathi Raj Iyer – ‘Tempest’
Sharath Suryan – ‘1800 Seconds’
Sridhar V – ‘Simply Baffling’

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