How exactly do nights at suburbs look and feel like? Parag Mallik’s poem shares some memories.
Chandramohan Nair narrates a tale of unusual happenings around new moon night in faraway Srikakulam.
Midnight brings along reckonings that has a quality and dimension all its own. The silken threads of each hour bring forth a meditative like trance. Everything is silent – yet everything moves: the landscape, winds and restless cities. A poem by Sneha Subramanian Kanta.
After an evening of drinking with his friends at a pub in Bangalore’s Church Street, Anant receives a message on Tinder. How would this coffee date on a late Friday night turn out to be?
In this poem, ARTOHUS explores the soundscape that wind creates on trees during night time.
Night is that which offers solace after a grinding day, highlights Parth Pandya, in this poem.
The painting “Caravan in the Desert” shows a man walking along with his caravan or so called trail of camels travelling far distances irrespective of the time. Night is when the flocks start their journey to avoid the parching sand dunes. Art by Sana Khan.
The process of design and institutionalization of religions mar the subtle beauty that lies within. The dawn can only partially descend upon the followers due to their inability to curb the darkness. This poem by Parminder Singh tries to track the very essence of this thought.
