Four Poems
By Goirick Brahmachari
I choose to sit by the window of my winds
And let this winter night wash off my sanity.
Naked like truth it dawns onto us.
No cigarettes to warm us up.
No bodies to set us free.
Three Poems
By Omair Bhat
I will love you then under
muzzles of assault rifles of
troops, slithering
out from sandbag bunkers into
silence of our city
Four Poems
By Colin James
Like dogs stuck together
in transcendental copulation,
we’re good at it.
It’s the light
ghostly, ethereal.
Two poems
By Ananya S Guha
disable then all the towers
all the powers, take a reclusive
insight into an inner, wider
chasm of might.
Two Poems
By Yash Pandit
Babri – Muzaffarnagar – Godhra – Dadri,
The quarrel of colours has bled here too, in my city.
Saffron cuts green; Green slices saffron.
But humans mostly bleed red, in my city.
Three Poems
By Arunima Paul
in the 5th month
feeling the withdrawal
I check your Facebook
videos
captions
tricolored filter
you are, as always
valiantly ridiculing
the misguided.
Three Poems
By Sanjeev Sethi
While liquefying my lust
I met series of self-portraits
I never knew I had daubed.
Five Love Poems
By Mubashir Karim
In Love
I want to do to you
What a wind does to a chime.
Four Poems
By Sunandini Mukherjee
You knew her to be one of the morning ragas.
Your girl too, travelled to stormy beaches
Collected pebbles to write to you.
Mumbai Zen
By Yash Pandit
Rust has settled into the veins of time;
it waits, for a flash,
for an hour,
then runs again.
Four Poems
By Saubhik De Sarkar
This is a returning game
If you say nails, I’ll say disclosure
I’ll evoke letters, on the margin of sunshine
Becoming and Unbecoming
By Goirick Brahmachari
Becoming is a form we try hard to look for.
The absence of becoming is probably unbecoming.
Probably between these shades of becoming and unbecoming lies poetry.
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