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Maere Damisr


Maere Damisr



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IF YOU MUST FORGET ME

If you must forget me, then do it fast
Do not write with empty promises
Of days to come and of many words

I’ve devoured every letter religiously
Etched in me are those hundred words.

If you must forget me, then do it fast
Let the sword swing through me at last
I’ve bled enough from its blade at my heart

The road is empty, as years before
The coming ones too are thus assured.

If you must forget me, then let me pass
Cut me off from the cloth of misery
Be brave, or is bravery a thought of the past?

Does truth roll in its grave and is kindness bereft
Is heartlessness anchored in our time?


THE MOON

you wane, or so I hear
the silhouettes of the sleeping winter branch
hold you close-
we meet again, this second night
your light is bright
a flaming torch, though gentle

all go about their ways
the oak branch sways-

and I behold you once again
a peeping glance-
before my slumber, before
I part with you again.


SISTINE CHAPEL

I am not growing a goitre from this work
No paint falls from the roof onto my face
Yet, pray, save from what I have made
Have I turned into Frankenstein?
Bereft of love for his own creation
Arduous is the task
Yet choose it I did
Weary and forgotten
Hanging to thin threads of hope
Of inspiration to come
That never comes
I cannot swallow the sea
I am lost, without a path
Save me, if you are there
Save me from this nothingness.


THE FIREFLY

Now that the world is quiet again
And nothing ignoble can snatch my thoughts
I think of fireflies, my silent companions

How was it then, twenty years ago
They scaled the earth, the trees, the sky
the rooms in which we played and read

All lights fade in the night, or it was thus
But not the firefly- sometimes,
the only light to grace a starless sky

Now, long swept into the folds of another earth
Days and nights, months and years
The world, it stands, now without the firefly

I turn to the door of the past, without a key
As other lights blossomed in the air
I’ve forgotten the light of the firefly.

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Articles/Discussions


Editorial
Charanjeet Kaur: Editorial

Conversations
Nicholas Grene: In Conversation with Pawan Kumar
Sami Ahmad Khan: In Discussion with Atreya Sarma

Literary Essay
Aditya Kumar Panda: Meaning and Limits
Ananya Dutta Gupta: Tagore – a Muse or Guardian?

Literary Articles
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Irina Talashi: Kashmiri Proverbs
Juri Dutta: Ideological Conflicts in Birendra Bhattacharya’s fiction
S K Sagir Ali: Short Stories of Afsar Ahmed
Soumana Biswas: Impact of Testimonies in Partition Fiction
Sumallya Mukhopadhyay: Of Forgotten Histories

Book Reviews
Ananya Sarkar: The Liberation of Sita (Volga)
Anubhav Pradhan: Personal and National Destinies in Independent India: A Study of Selected Indian English Novels
Atreya Sarma U: Not Just Another Story (Subhash Chandra)
Gopal Lahiri: Kautik on Embers (Uddhav J Shelke’s Marathi novel trans. by Shanta Gokhale)
Mala Pandurang: Home Between Crossings (Sultan Somjee)
Mona Dash: Spark of Light (Short fiction by women writers from Odisha)
Sobia Abdin: Four Degrees of Separation (Rochelle Potkar)

Poetry
Ambika Ananth: Editorial Comment
Arunima Takiar
Debatri Das
Maere Damisr
Parvinder Mehta
Sheel Galada
Shernaz Wadia
Shweta Mishra
Venkata Chandeeswar
Zinia Mitra

Fiction
Smitha Sehgal: Editorial Musings
Jayaram Vengayil: Such a Short Journey
Mondit M Mahanta: Frangipani
Nabanita Sengupta: The Game
Narayani Das: The Little Girl
Nilutpal Gohain: The Sacrifice
Sangeeth Simon: Platform

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