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.
Poem: Indian Money—A Villanelle
By Maaz Bin Bilal
In India, today, we have no money.
All’s been burnt for the greater good.
To think otherwise will cost you, sonny.
Five Poems
By Karthik Venkatesh
Your faux rebellion
convinced no one.
Your social conscience
was a smokescreen
for your ideological vacuousness.
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…
Book Excerpt: From Trivarna Hariharan’s ‘The Necessity of Geography’
By Trivarna Hariharan
These three poems are excerpted from Trivarna Hariharan’s collection of poetry, The Necessity of Geography. Reviewer Archita Mittra describes Hariharan’s poems as “the kind of poetry you read on a lonely night,” and that is as apt a description as any.
For Olafur and Nils
By Goirick Brahmachari
And the creatures of the night
They sniff dendrite by the cold alleys
Ragpicking dreams in sacks of dead black
Crows and filth.
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.
Four Poems
By Goirick Brahmachari
The smoky roof has given up. It leaks memory drop by drop
On to my sink. The staircase is
Breaking, falling apart. Insects
Have taken over the corridor.
Two Poems
By Anubhav Majumdar
In darker days
In colder nights
In us holding
Not just our hands
But our lives.
Three Poems
By Omair Bhat
In the streets, filled
with impenetrable smoke,
Kashmir is burning again,
so are tyres, rubber,
and logs.
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