When Indian Muslim are called "Hamas" or equalled to Palestinians, it triggers among members of the community, all of the recent traumas.
'We are bound by our sweat, oppression and precarity...This is our title in India, sir.'
My bhabi scoops out each beard / Till my brother screams in pain / She is terrified if someone / Finds her husband's name!
Is Hunger a name? If yes, then whose name is this? The name of a person? Class or Society? Or Country? Author Dhruba Jyoti Borah tries to find the answer.
My dreams have transmuted into a state's bargain / And you, my comrade, must have kept the dreams alive.
Silence is the food he has been feeding since 2002. / He knows the power of silence. / It kills more than the bullets.
Books are always burnt before / humans are put into the gas chamber - / A prelude. A Starter.
Poetry as resistance.
A poem for a friend living in Kashmir.
A poem on International Women's Day questioning why women are taught that anger is forbidden.