Two Poems
By Lopa Banerjee
A house, a bed that remains
smelling of flesh, burnt out songs, wrinkles of coital nights.
Yes, the splinters and cracks of love,
Pushing a tear-stained face, birth marks into the pillow.
Four Poems
By Yash Pandit
Had we only enough
Turns on the clock,
I would resuscitate
The farthest of summers
Just to warm your wrists
On these winter evenings.
Five Love Poems
By Mubashir Karim
In love,
I want to collect
All your clipped nails
As a souvenir of my excess longing.
Three Poems
By Zieshan Mir
I am a hundred and fifty years old
And the walls of this room are flaky
It has been burnt down with passion at times
It has rusted with passivity.
Five Poems
By Karthik Venkatesh
Your faux rebellion
convinced no one.
Your social conscience
was a smokescreen
for your ideological vacuousness.
Four Poems
By Rohith
is mother’s vagina a cliff
from which the infant tumbles
and falls throughout its life?
Two Memories
By Tikuli
I breathe deeply, eyes closed,
inhale the aromas that we once shared,
the crackling warmth of wood stove,
the tang of our salt-laced bodies.
Three Poems
By Archita Mittra
all words are only a black-faced pretext
to fill up the
e m p t y
s p a c e s
in the dusty, abandoned
parking lots of your heart.
Five Poems
By Mary Ann Chacko
Like the safety of a garbage dump to a street dog beaten and left to die,
So is poetry to me;
A place to lick my wounds.
Two Poems
By Anubhav Majumdar
In darker days
In colder nights
In us holding
Not just our hands
But our lives.
Three Poems
By Poornima Laxmeshwar
I am the river with a snake in my womb,
I prey on your hunches,
I am a linear with no variables,
I am made up of my ocean with disobedient waves,
I am the guilt that comes with pleasure.
Three Poems
By Willie Gordon Suting
He sees those words dance in the air
He wickedly smiles as he mumbles
and mumbles “Me…am…poet…”
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