Poem: How Long Is The Distance From Gujarat To Assam?
By Paloma Bhattacharjee
Those tracks, now splintered with bones,
Their distances have bled out of maps.
Poem: COVID-19
By Ananya S Guha
We shake in fear, morning
afternoon, evening
Only night gives respite, but shadows
walk across dreams.
Poem: An old man in the forest
By Yanis Iqbal
He didn’t want to see the wretched people,
Haunted by hunger,
Dying with a beggar’s bowl
Outside the rich man’s castle.
Two Poems
By Sabyasachi Nag
no god awake at this hour to help
birth the dark passion
I need to stand this war tonight;
this war with never ending, slithery shadows.
Poem: Nowhere to Go: Apocalypse as a Mother sees it
By Ananya Dutta Gupta
In the East you never had much to choose
Between Partition, Fani,
And detention camps for the unwanted ‘refugee’.
Poem: I feel harassed by dust, bacteria and shit to name a few
By Auxiliary Random Access Memory
I feel harassed by the sunlight
I feel harassed by the moonlight
I feel harassed by the wind
smoke
rain
sand
dust
Three poems on Kashmir
By Junaid Ashraf
A soldier
here in my head
that tells me
what to think
what not to think.
Coming to poetry: Between reason and grief
By Akash Bharadwaj
The feisty tone of the poem and her determined voice reached the pores of my skin. I was surprised to find in her otherwise soft voice an anger that spoke not only about the epic world of Mahabharata, but a similar world of deceit, lust, and struggles that surrounded us.
Poems: Kathua and Unnao
By Ananya S Guha
And her killers, her killers
are they too wandering
or pimping in the temple
aflame with blood?
Poem: For Asifa
By Rimli Bhattacharya
I write for Asifa,
I hold a pen,
As my daughter sleep besides me.
Poem: Kashmir on Cards
By Bilal Yousuf
That a card is a card no more.
It is a part, integral.
Indispensable.
Like brain and bladder.
You forget spleen at home?
Ever?
Liver in the cupboard?
Poem: Reference
By Gaurav J. Pathania
But in the academic world
A reference is your existence
which is endangered
If you are not referred to.
Where else does one live
But in citations?
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 