The woman of nine nights (Navratri)

By Ronald Tuhin D’Rozario
My city of dust and sin
Holding whores and hounds;
Naked penis hang loose
Predator stalking prey.

Rest in Peace, Gauri Lankesh

By Santosh Bakaya
But nay, truth never succumbs, no matter what.
Its fire cannot be doused by any gunshot.
It will rise, and rise from the ashes
Branding a comatose humanity with the power of whiplashes.

Seventy Years Of Freedom

By Ananya S Guha
I passed only sixty in this nation
whirling into torrid seas
bludgeoned with
blood and grime.

Poem: The girl who bled

By Shruti Chandra
She bled for the first time when she was ten;
That day she knew the bitter truth:
She had lost control over her body and her destiny, too.

in my name – a protest song

By Nabina Das
it is always in my name
that you lay claim to my country and peace
so it is in my name today
we’ll let the story be retold

Poem: Conches

By Shreenidhi Rajagopalan
Now, thoughts are tinged with saffron
dots that escape visibility,
our WhatsApp forwards with 2002 splotches of fear.

Poem: Pelting Stones

By Sutapa Basu
‘Pelting stones is a lark,’ says Javed,
Stretching out his prosthetic leg on a thin carpet,
As thin as the veneer of promises made to Kashmir
By smiling Buddhas in a faraway city.

Poem: Kashmir

By Faakirah Irfan “Write with your eyes like painters, with your ears like musicians, with your feet like dancers. You are the truth sayer with quill…

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

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.