A Children’s Poem
 by W. P. Ruwani Wanniarrhchi (Grade 10) Is My Son Also Sleeping under the Mara Tree? My little son, I can wait Till I…
Voices of the oppressed – Dalit literature
by K G Sankarapillai Dalit means broken, oppressed, untouchable, downtrodden, and exploited. They come from the poor communities which under the Indian caste system…
MEDITATIONS AND MERCHANDISE
A Poem by M.I. Kuruwilla Carry a message to your own people, my friend, Which will be well understood by your people, Not ours-…
My painting – “Raheem and Kareem”
 Rahim & Karim – Acrylic on canvas – 12″ x 18″ This is a small painting that I created in December 2007. I wanted…
Without clouds shedding tears
Without the eyes  two clouds  the lightning of the heart: The fire of God’s threat, how could it be allayed? How would the herbage…
When the heart becomes whole
When the heart becomes whole, it will know the flavors of falsehood and truth. When Adam’s greed for the forbidden fruit increased, it robbed…
Open the window of your heart
Do not worry if our harp breaks thousands more will appear. We have fallen in the arms of love where all is music. If…
Sufi Qawwali – Mehr Ali and Sher Ali
Sadi has written a wonderful post here – I am cross posting it here. Couple of nights back (24, April, 08) came an unanticipated…
Sufi Cuisine
Sufi Cuisine, a book combining culinary history with over one hundred sumptuous recipes inspired by the teachings of Sufism. Sufi Cuisine takes the reader…
How the Pentagon manipulated the media to promote the Iraq war
David Walsh writes at WSWS On April 20, the New York Times published a lengthy article by investigative reporter David Barstow detailing the US…
Dear Che – A poem by K.G. Sankarapillai
A Poem by K.G. Sankarapillai Dear Che Dear Che, you came to our university campus in mid sixties with a comrade and a modernist…
Lu Xun and the birds – Sarvesvar Dayal Saxena
A Poem by Sarvesvar Dayal Saxena Lu Xun and the birds In my childhood I had seen Lu Xun roaming in the mango groves…
Four poems by Bulleh Shah (new translations)
Who I am I know not who I am, I am neither a believer going to the mosque Nor given to non-believing ways. Neither…
Pakistan Suicide Bombings: The narratives of terror
An overwhelming majority of Pakistan’s population finds itself hostage to narratives of terror that are either alien to its ethos or are constructed by…
The sanctuary
Nizamuddin’s shrine and the dergah complex is a source of comfort. Each time I have been there, I have felt uncanny sense of comfort…
The folded moment
Well, this evening I was bored with my writing. To amuse myself I assembled this little poem. This was just another day humdrum, ordinary,…
Two poems on justice -from Sri Lanka
Herat Hami A poem by Wimalaratne Kumaragame (a translation) Herat Hami who lived in Aliya Watunu Wawe*1 Even someone like me was more important…
This world without Dr. Annemarie Schimmel
Last year, I came across a Charles Homer Haskins lecture that Dr Annemarie Schimmel delivered in 1993. Aside from the amazing events and milestones…
A poem of love and longing by Parveen Shakir
I rediscovered this exquisite poem by Parveen Shakir after years. This is an intense love poem of rare beauty. It is composite, taut and…
Khusrau, Meera, Kabir: The Fluid Self
An essay contributed by the celebrated singer,writer and spiritualist Vidya Rao I often ask myself the question why I choose, above all things, to…