Poetry

"...Truly, I cannot bear it anymore..."

"...a loyal friend, affectionate on his own terms..."

"...not supposed to be working at all..."

"...A scent of old incense remains in the air..."

"The moon shifted and the sun's light broke in..."

"...remembering how to craft these words into something..."

"...even if we don’t give voice to said need..."

"...We took joy in each other’s work success..."

"...like a series of tears along trouser leg seams..."

"...words of conscience were declared criminal..."

"...the doctor wondered if he was exaggerating..."

"...Your voice buried deep in a faraway place..."

"...climate immoderations across Africa, the globe..."

These poems explore the mystical landscape of the Kashmir Valley through classical meter and formal rhyme. From the "Vakhs" of Lal Ded to the folklore of the Walnut Jinn, the collection seeks to preserve the cultural "texture" of high-altitude traditions.

Mitali Chakravarty rests on a cloud where can be found borderlessjournal.com. She has three books of poems. Her writings have been published widely online and in anthologies.

"...We’re all immigrants, no matter how you slice it..."

"...threats of war in the name of Peace..."

Art and words to ponder

"...I made a batch of Mary Berry’s Tomato Chutney..."

"...Poem by poem: I'm surrendering to words...."

"...the honest hug and housework of the rain in the depths of my soul ..."

"Blue-white brittleness densifies the heart...

"...we go to thrift stores and find the dead..."

"...the koyal sings in the middle of a deserted night..."

"...the paper looks innocent enough--..."

"...ensuring this vessel’s safe route..."

"...when people learn I’m a poet..."

"I know what the neighbors will say..."

“Hey buddy, are you okay?”

"...Small kindness that might guard this place..."