Online poetry slam

22/07/2020

Here are some resources you may find useful: Look forward to reading your work (;)_______________(;) red dragonfly twisting into darkness the migraine’s tail Previously in Time Haiku -…

02/08/2019

Herding My Thoughts to the Slaughterhouse: A Prequel

07/03/2017

Thank you, Helen Ivory for providing an iconic place for my poems once more.
http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages//?s=Kushal+Poddar

06/05/2016

Daddy Dozens


BY JAMILA WOODS


My Daddy’s forehead is so big, we don’t need a dining room
table. My Daddy’s forehead so big, his hat size is equator. So
big, it’s a five-head. Tyra Banks burst into tears when she seen
my Daddy’s forehead. My Daddy’s forehead got its own area code.
My Daddy baseball cap got stretch marks. My Daddy pillowcase
got craters. His eyebrows need GPS to find each other. My Daddy
forehead lives in two time zones. Planets confuse my Daddy forehead
for the sun. Couch cushions lose quarters in the wrinkles in my Daddy
forehead. My Daddy so smart, he fall asleep with the movie on and
wake up soon as the credits start to roll. My Daddy so smart, he
perform surgery on his own ingrown toenail. Momma was not
impressed, but my Daddy got brains. My Daddy know exactly
how to drive me to my friend’s house without lookin at no map.
My Daddy born here, he so smart, he know the highways like
the wrinkles in his forehead. He know the free clinics like the gray
hairs on his big ass head. My Daddy so smart, he wear a stethoscope
and a white coat. My Daddy drive to work in a minivan only slightly
bigger than his forehead, that’s just how my Daddy rolls. My Daddy
got swag. My Daddy dance to “Single Ladies” in the hallway.
My Daddy drink a small coffee cream and sugar. My Daddy
drink a whole can of Red Bull. My Daddy eat a whole pack
of sour Skittles and never had a cavity. My Daddy so smart,
he got a pullout couch in his office. Got a mini fridge there too.
Got a cell phone, and a pager, and a email address where I can leave
him messages when he’s not at home. My Daddy’s not home.
Momma saves a plate that turns cold.

But when my Daddy does come home, he got a office
in his bedroom too. Computer screen night light,
Momma says she can’t sleep right, but my Daddy
got work, my Daddy at work, at home, in the attic,
with the TV on, in the dark, from the front yard,
through the windows, you can see him working, glass
flickering, my house got its own forehead, glinting, sweaty,
in the evening, while my Daddy at work, at home,
in his own area code,

a whole other time zone.


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hnEarAKlZkU

Spoken word performance by Jamila Woods ‘11 Friday, October 30, 2015 Brown University For more information: http://www.brown.edu/academics/race-ethnicity/eve...

06/05/2016

31/03/2016

Let us show the world
All that's still not blurred
The honey-dripping wonder
Of being a Woman...
I'll talk about all the blunder
When I am left with no rhyme
And the clocks of my life chime
And melody leaves my soul
Until then, Woman, I play this role
Of being who I am.

And what am I
Without Poetry!

I'll say goodbye, Mother
When time pushes me farther
In your eyes I see misery
Of having to live without me
But as we have more joy than pain
Mother, I will not complain.

Mountains may never shift their weight
But there is reason none to hate
You may see snow at their peaks,
Ignore not those flowing creeks.

And when the leaves turn brown
I compose a new song.
All that's still not blurred,
Let us show the World.

- Sana T. Mohammed

22/03/2016

14/01/2016

Kolkata witnesses the release of an eminent author, Sutapa Basu's book cover on 15th January 2016 at Chalkboard kitchen and cafe followed by dance and poetry sessions.
Performance poetry, organised by Rhythm Divine, discusses one of the major issues of Urban/rural life. Poets will perform on the theme, "Women emancipation" which also happens to be the theme of Sutapa Basu's novel.

07/01/2016

Or you can view it on YouTube at
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYHYyCipd_c

In this piece I confront society’s definition of what a man should be and how we are taught to behave throughout our lives. I hope you all enjoy!

15/12/2015

"Breaking Code", written and performed by Rahul Mall at the Open-mic organised by Rhythm Divine in association with 8th Day Cafe, Kolkata.

Breaking codes

All eyes on me; without a snap
Or a whistle.
As I walk through glassed doors
In my funky slippers, doodled front
And shirt buttoned at the back.
A contrasting balloon bottom.
No! I am no clown, no farceur.
I enjoy the elegance of indo-western
The colour that compliments the curtains of my office window.
I clad so even to closed door parties
That last for not more than fifteen minutes.
Which for generations together has
prepared a code book intangible.
Fed into every human's ecosystem
Driving one just like the other. And we-
We are just self pampered robots.
And only I have a syntax error.
Creating paradox, causing trebles.
HARMONY! Watch me break codes.

© Rahul Mall
8.12.15

27/09/2015

The world celebrated 100Thousand Poets for Change in over 500 cities on 26th September 2015. represented Kolkata, India in association with . An evening filled with Performance poetry by the trained performers, music by the reputed band, open-mic poetry, discussion on the theme "Change", cookies and coffee.

04/09/2015

100 Thousand Poets for Change.
The month long workshops on performance poetry being conducted by Rhythm Divine Kolkata in association with 100TPC highlights the theme "Change".
The series of workshops will eventually lead up to the 26th September Global event happening locally in about 500 cities worldwide. The performances of the main event will be archived in the Stanford University.
Let us all be a part of the "Change" for a better present and future. Let us once again make the Global event, the biggest poetry event in history.