Poems by Ameya Tripathi
This is East Finchley I What are you doing over there and why? Walking treading…
This is East Finchley I What are you doing over there and why? Walking treading…
In Kashmir, where life is more uncertain than death, freedom becomes more important than life. Haziq…
Paramita Banerjee delves into the art of poetry and learns that it is one of the…
Matchstick Monologue I was a matchstick, I remained useful for many- In many ways. …
You Have Reached Me But I Am Not Here. Please Leave A Message After The…
from rivers and towns: fireflies and fish conversations those fireflies and rivers wanted to get…
In a quintessentially Marquezian way…life obliges people to give birth to themselves over and over again…Here,…
13 Insomniac Moons Night ceases to be a sedative, a journey through wilderness, weary traveller’s…
A River of Gold Where colours make sounds, Red for laughter, yellow for tears Red…
Trust… My capricious fancies Meander as they will Through the clouds Volubly flowing through To…