You haven’t seen love yet, Because just like Yashoda looking into the mouth of baby Krishna — you wouldn’t be able to take it. It’s that large, that deep, that bright, that unworldly. And to reach it’s epicentre of blinding brightness, You will have to cross oceans of darkness. Of unbearable agony. Of blinding illusions. […]

A poem by Chitrangada Mukherjee

The Jungle

I see the truth. When I’m in a jungle. Walking on the green. Encircled by it. Calmed by its unadulterated warmth. It’s the faces I fear. The untruths. The illusions… It’s always the opaque eyes. The fraudulent smiles. The polite assurances. The unfettered promises. Insentient skeletons. They fill my reality. My nightmares. I look for […]