Poetry

"The seed, the sapling, the Tree..."

Two poems about the Ulude plant.

"the scent of bourbon lingers in the air..."

These poems explore the mystical landscape of the Kashmir Valley, 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.

"...a journey you have not yet taken..."

"...unsuspecting star crossed couples..."

"enter at your own peril..."

"...drank wine felt divine..."

"...He’d let stars pick his leaving time..."

"...Why old men get up so early..."

"...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...."