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Ballad of the Non-Existent – Poetry from Italy

From objects of narrative Fractured into fragments of non-existence Transmits distant sounds Of resistance. Ivan Pozzoni, a renowned poet from Italy, shares his poetry Ivan Pozzoni, born in Monza, Italy, in 1976, authored essays on Italian philosophers and the ethics and juridical theory of the ancient world. He

MIRROR – Mystic Poetry from India

Now mirrors reflect only our face Not our mind Nor our soul, nor our dreams, Didn’t you hear its screams? Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry Dr. Jernail S. Anand is a Chandigarh-based socialist campaigner, an ideologue who heads the International

Sindhi Colony: A Food Walk through the Mini India in Hyderabad’s Midst

Buffeted by three colleges which provide the street with ample clientele, Sindhi Colony is the ultimate paradise for food lovers. IN the early-to-mid ‘90s, we used to visit Sindhi Colony, primarily for Frisbee, a video rental store — the only one in the area. In the late ‘90s, the area became popular for small bandis

MEDITATION FOR TIME…

We must love, develop our homeland, right here, because to love the homeland means to love freedom, life, and our language written in golden letters by patriots Going away, moving away, moving, separation, hugging, saying goodbye, are the frequent words of these days, of the last months, of the last years. I saw it last

The Unseen – Poetry of an Albanian Exiled Poet

No one sees them, pretending not to notice, They remain the ghosts of misery living among us, Some whisper that they pollute us so much, Somebody who have never seen misery in life. Kujtim Hajdari, an Albanian exiled poet, shares his poems Kujtim Hajdari was born in Hajdaraj, on April 10, 1956, in the city of Lushnjë,