Four Poems by Rik Amrit
Archaeological Below my pillow, tram lines run their course,And beside them, a new crematorium burns el...
From Ajanta to 1947: Unfolding India's Independence in Verse
69 th Independence DayIs it the mural of Ajanta or India’s map? We debatedwhich held greater artistic m...
Kolkata
Know that time has healed your wounds,Yet you dread the scars.Even now, when the Bāula sings,Your morning dishevelment holds only silence…Whom do y...
The Last Adolescence
I cannot grasp this bohemian life—Wandering all day, seeking refuge..Sometimes resting upon your shoulders,To find solace, at times I escape into my...
Urban Rhapsody
Crosswalks aren’t the only thingsWith stripes—Your body bears its ownPatchwork of stainsThat leap to lifeAt every green light.Traffic police,Thus,...
The Adventurer
Adventurer All through last night, a chilling wind swept through my dreamscape. I witnessed a hawk...