Category Archives: Paeans for the Pain

Untitled by Suma Bhat

The sun was young And earth raw When it all began By the street corner, over coffee and cigarettes They found out how they liked their beer Chilled, and bajjis, steaming And their love for reading, words and The longing … Continue reading

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La Vie en Violet: huitième partie

Around now, I begin to suspect the frequent changes to my medication. My psychiatrist told me that my anxiety is a result of all my other illnesses. In that sense, it’s pretty organic and not a result of anything emotional. … Continue reading

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La vie en Violet: septième partie

Resignation is a curious thing to surrender to. What it does is that it saps you of the will to live. I think I am depressed because I wake up in the morning one day and groan that the world … Continue reading

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La vie en Violet: sixième partie

What they don’t tell about workaholics is that the pleasure and purpose of working changes to rage and resentment. Insidiously. So much so that I can’t remember when it began. Just that slight annoyance at someone else’s badly done work … Continue reading

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Unknot by Devi P

The queen’s gown hangs in the closet A smudge of purple Among the mothballs The red shoes are kicked under the bed Her tiara, its garnets missing, Lies somewhere in the dirty laundry. Even divested of her armor And in … Continue reading

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My ode to you, Bhumi by Deepti Tarakanath

You know what? There is something about you that’s larger than life Please this ain’t a rude joke It’s your ampleness from every which way It could be your laughter, your gesticulations, your embellishments, tattoo , nose poke… And yet … Continue reading

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Designations or The Bee Poem! by Amulya Shruthi

In the season of Prime Minister speculations, Our Bee can run for these designations: Writer. Poet. Philosopher. Dealer of shady dealings. High-intensity leer-evaporator. Smasher of nonsense ceilings. Jane Austen Quote Generator. Multiple bell-jar defeatist. The Antoinette of Drama Queenery. The … Continue reading

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