Three Poems
By Raj Shekhar Sen
pain has a universal language;
pain opens all borders,
and pain knows Korean and wounds;
tongjeung
In defense of losers
By Goirick Brahmachari
The heat rises like a desert storm
for the lack of water in my rhyme
dehydrates a traffic jam through my
morning high, expanding time, looping lives.
Four Poems
By Deeptesh Sen
All through the winter,
I fucked strange women
to convince myself
that trauma is a carnival of truth.
Eyeballs Don’t Grow Old
By Prasanta Chakravarty
Delhi is a kind city
(contrary to the myth)
The rake’s boudoir
The scholars’ club
The pizza delivery boy’s tip
Three Poems
By Trivarna Hariharan
then an alarm rings
and everyone is told to get down
and unlearn the names of the places –
they’ve grown up loving all their lives –
in a moment’s time.
Two Poems
By Prerna Bakshi
Goddess Durga’s pamphlets plastered on the walls.
Mosaics and murals all around.
Two Poems
By Namitha Varma My Grandfather is a King My grandfather is a King. In the dusk of aristocracy, he is a tottering monarch, a dimming light…
Two Poems on Urban Life
By Lopa Banerjee
Two poems on urban life.
Two Poems
By Raj Shekhar Sen
And
I have held all these experiences together
to knit one word,
refugee.
Intimacy
By Ramaa Sonti
It happened.
The warmth of the rising sun along with the flames within created a blazing passion.
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