Poetry

Josie Rozell

Josie Rozell Balance Centrefold exists onlyin vinyasa yogaand origami classes give it upto the genial violenceof the rope swingthat carries

Shamayita Sen

Shamayita Sen Binary Thoughts I wake rubbing the night off my eyes. Binary thoughts criss-cross in time. We exchange pleasantries in a mindless

Monobina Nath

Monobina Nath The curls on the sky Split into lotus and Pistachio tint Blooms on My palette That has no

Divisha Chaudhry

Divisha Chaudhry I hug youYou hug me The prosthetic gods are born like this We all contain divine elementsIt is

Basudhara Roy

Basudhara Roy Coming to an old woman’s bodyis like coming to the end of the earth.A rainforest weary of plundershrinks

Yamini Pathak

Kolkata Rain Skies boil over, lashof wind against the willof slim trees that curve, Apsarasin arabesque, sent from Indra’sheavens to

Gavin Barrett

Konkan The rain is no god of mercy for the koli fishmonger,her sari tucked between her legs her pomfrets in

Riya Rajayyan

By Riya Rajayyan i) The taste of leftover hope is like raw melted honey with hints of bittersweet notes dripping.

Gita Viswanath

By Gita Viswanath I let my life sit in a teapoton the window sillone grey evening. Three long stridesUp and

Zeba Kazi

By Zeba Kazi As I sit by the window and watch the rain turn into a drizzle, Ican’t help but

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