Yashodhara: Defining a New Comraderie

Why is there not even a single religion in the world that was started by a woman or a group of women?

Remnants of Home and Six Poems

I write because it feels primitive to me; the purest form of visible brain functionality. 

Monkey Mind

But am I really focusing when I am thinking?

How long this time till you return?

there's one thing that has remained the same is my love for corners and moments, and that's what my poems have consistently talked about.

The Moon That Embraces The Sun

“Have you looked at the medical volunteer team list?” questioned Nihaal fluttering a paper in air. “Yes, I did” replied Mayank shifting his gaze from one rock to another, trying to avoid his...

The Canvas

Behind all our isms, there lies a strong conviction to become good human beings; and the goal of all our isms is to create a fair and just society on the foundation of primal human values.

If you are not happy and you know it

What if the pursuit of happiness should be collective and not just individual?

Two Poems by Arjun Rajendran

The Dog-Catcher 1747   Gumastas, sowcars, spies and mahouts maybe important—but then there is Savari, the dog-catcher, searching   near the town gates, in kilns, the riverbank: for canines to drown...

The tale of a Poet

while transforming his aesthetic liberty into narcissism he gambles with expressions turning the locutions of credos into beauty of tenets trying to find amorous melody of life he always lost in lush thoughts...

English Articles

The Moon That Embraces The Sun

“Have you looked at the medical volunteer team list?” questioned Nihaal fluttering a paper in air. “Yes, I did” replied Mayank shifting his gaze from one rock to another, trying to avoid his eye...

The Canvas

Behind all our isms, there lies a strong conviction to become good human beings; and the goal of all our isms is to create a fair and just society on the foundation of primal human values.

Two Poems by Arjun Rajendran

The Dog-Catcher 1747   Gumastas, sowcars, spies and mahouts maybe important—but then there is Savari, the dog-catcher, searching   near the town gates, in kilns, the riverbank: for canines to drown so his only...

The tale of a Poet

while transforming his aesthetic liberty into narcissism he gambles with expressions turning the locutions of credos into beauty of tenets trying to find amorous melody of life he always lost in lush thoughts recreating...

Dispatches to distant lovers

Saranga English section is now happy to announce a new column – Featured Poet. We invite submissions to this feature at editor@saarangabooks.com This fortnight we’re presenting Abul Kalam Azad. Abul’s...

Standing Guard

“Beena, how much longer…” Gita was knocking impatiently on the bathroom door. “Two more minutes please. I am wearing my clothes” Beena replied. “Make it quick. I need to be at work early today. I should have told you...