Three Poems
By Sahana Mukherjee
Ten years from now,
I’ll have forgotten why you
chose halfways over my
house.
By Sahana Mukherjee
Ten years from now,
I’ll have forgotten why you
chose halfways over my
house.
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.
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
By Colin James
Like dogs stuck together
in transcendental copulation,
we’re good at it.
It’s the light
ghostly, ethereal.
By Muhammad Nadeem
A roaring fire
Or hum of a love song
Sung on the banks of sloshing Lidder River
Knock-kneed beneath crimson Chinars
When horizon is bleeding red
And bullets fired across Jehlum
Injuring Zabarwan’s aghast voices
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.
By Daniel de Culla
Drum-rolling that Paganism is the first
And was destroyed
By the savage and cruel Christians
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.
By Lopa Banerjee
In a tangle of two souls, spread out
Like a flowered skirt, the drunken lovers
Surrendered their lavender blossoms.
By Sanjeev Sethi
While liquefying my lust
I met series of self-portraits
I never knew I had daubed.
By Mubashir Karim
In Love
I want to do to you
What a wind does to a chime.
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.