Four Poems by Rik Amrit
Archaeological Below my pillow, tram lines run their course,And beside them, a new crematorium burns el...
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Selected treatises, reflections, and commentaries on :category within the civilisational corpus.
Archaeological Below my pillow, tram lines run their course,And beside them, a new crematorium burns el...
69 th Independence DayIs it the mural of Ajanta or India’s map? We debatedwhich held greater artistic m...
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...
Insight from the Corpus
“Like souls selecting their earthly vessels, books yearn to choose their readers with the same deliberate care.”
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...
Crosswalks aren’t the only thingsWith stripes—Your body bears its ownPatchwork of stainsThat leap to lifeAt every green light.Traffic police,Thus,...
Adventurer All through last night, a chilling wind swept through my dreamscape. I witnessed a hawk...