The Antonym Online

there are towns like wine Auspicious autumn city Shabby houses Old streets Around all the junk Oh, how I like it dull irrevocable years and my days are past and holy book is my sadness barefoot girl in the rain hurries to the tram And the station is still not close, a mile away And…...

Japa Kusuma  Let there be blood Let there be a drop of unicell Let there be an unhappy droplet of soul... Oozing of life Clotting of tears with a fragrance of sparkling eyes! Alas. But, my mother can do My mother only My nature! Feels a chanting of Japa Kusuma Sankasam Kashya peyum mahadyuthim __…...

I wait for her  1. I wait for her inside a dark Monday afternoon inside a dark Monday afternoon’s myth by a big round space a window overlooking billboards and a museum I know people eat strawberries make friends and money.. In fact, there is purpose in all this I wait for her in a…...

Within The Rain  The sounds of rain here harmonized You are waiting on the way, in the heart of the sky On both of your sides, there are jungles of cloud And they are thinking this the faint sound of rainbow Lady farmers are warning their husbands to not to go out with boats They…...

Disease Triptych I Maya is not at work today; Maya Sarkar that is, this very day when the sun is beautiful and bright and after being beaten up all night by the drunken, stealing, devious loser of a husband. In dark, puffy eyes and bloody nose, she is not ready to show up in front…...

Diurnal Delirium Your mouth, Is filled with the never ending sky, Quenching your thirst of divinity from My heart's sycamore, on a mountain top, Behind your sternum, beneath the collar bone. Denuded of gaiety, I'm fastened to my bed, The winds tracing your nose, Malaise dripping off into scattered clothes; Forgetting our roots, you decided…...

Strange Meetings Sometimes we run into someone just for once in our lives and our bones refuse to fit inside the skin the same way. Plans proceed as waves and recede as doubts. A fleeting joy with gnawing pangs of apprehension the stretch between experience and fear seems like the time taken by a fish…...

Translated from the Kazakh by David Cooke Nightmare Their meaning obscure, I dream of sleek black ravens whose croaking fills me with doubts and dread. They have built their nests in my hair. Like poisonous words, they’ve dripped into my mind. They swirl around inside my head, dragging my brain with them in ever-tightening circles.…...

This Place No one owns it, except an immense darkness. Who else is lonely here except myself? Stay with me, ask me questions I cannot answer. There are ghosts here, my ancestors. Take me to some other place, where I can breathe. I cannot find my voice here. Take me to some place where I…...