Mitali Chakravarty (India-Singapore) – Founding Editor at Borderless

Mitali Chakravarty (India-Singapore)


Founding Editor at Borderless

Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and an editor. Her by-lines appeared in The Statesman, The Times of India, The Hindustan Times and The Pioneer in the 1980s upto 1992; more recently among others on Café Dissensus, SETU (Pittsburgh), Kitaab , Countercurrents , Words and Worlds (Vienna), Modern Literature, The Daily Star (Bangladesh) and Harbinger Asylum Quarterly (USA). She has been part of numerous anthologies. She has been translated to German. Mitali translates Bengali writer Nabendu Ghosh to English and also translates from Hindi. She has authored In the Land of Dragons, a humorous book of essays on living in China, where she resided for eight years. She is the founding editor of and on the editorial board of Words &Worlds, a PEN affiliated journal from Vienna.



The sky never dies
never falls sick
never splits

It stretches from end to end
uniting man, space,
birds and beasts
with its silent song

interrupted by thunder
calling out to the lightening
to strike, strike out
the Darkness of the rainclouds
that drain pattering
the Earth till drenched

with the wetness of the sky,

it springs back to life.

The grass grows green on both sides of
the national divide separating mankind,

Serrated, till gun violence creates a Splash of Red.

The sun sets in the West.

(Published by Café Dissensus)



Lies built by Manchester Mills
that spell virulence
colours of hate
corona roasted deaths
camps in distress

Life ebbs at the edge

There is no life
no death
but ash grey
silence that pieces the land
to yours and mine


The birds fly across the great divide
Grass grows over the boundary line

Man dies with gunshots bleeding out his life
Rat- a – tat- a – tat. Rat- a – tat- a – tat.

(Published by Café Dissensus)



Woven dreams of Calm
of Peace, of Life with Love
Shatter amidst Silences
of corona filled shards
To pounce that thin
Beam of Hope

Do we deserve to live?
With broken dreams of
Harmony. Home with only
Walls that fragment
Each Hope, Each Twist

When will we learn to give,
With Love and Trust live?

(Published by Café Dissensus)


Molten Time

Time floats
Particles afloat
in cold polar ice

What is might be what was
What was might be what will be

Time suspended
Frozen with ice
Icicles fall

Plip-plip plop

And below each drop
A nugget of the past,
Present and

Maya the myths that melt into an eternity

The polar ice cap melts
Global warming

And time is again linear
lost amidst corona and
a Future that unfolds
Uncertain doors

There is no ice, no multiverse, no mysterious eyes
Only oil, stocks and shares.

Where has Alice gone?
Is there a rabbit wearing a surreal melting clock?

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