Fey

First published in Dissent Voice

Freedom is fey.
It eludes, seduces
with wafting winds,

flits with clouds
across borders
that divide. Yet

for that fence,
Freedom supped
on the blood of men.

But did she come?
This Freedom with
her promise 

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Peace

First Published in Dissident Voice

Courtesy: Creative Commons

When peace falls
like drops, it drips
from a tap and
stops. There is
no water. No
water to be had.

How can we look,
look for peace...

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A Love Song for Peace

by Mitali Chakravarty, First published in Dissident Voice

Whether to break an egg
from the top or the bottom
was a complex issue for
Gulliver’s friends. They

warred with low-tech
arrows, roped in a giant
friend who showed the
world with his creator’s

pen the futility of such fights.
But now, looming in the
reddened, border-drawn
formerly unbordered skies,

war planes fly. Threats of
mushroom clouds instill fears
of absolute annihilation.
Life, land incarnadined with

wraiths of humans, …

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