Four Poems
By Colin James
Like dogs stuck together
in transcendental copulation,
we’re good at it.
It’s the light
ghostly, ethereal.
By Colin James
Like dogs stuck together
in transcendental copulation,
we’re good at it.
It’s the light
ghostly, ethereal.
By Ananya S Guha
disable then all the towers
all the powers, take a reclusive
insight into an inner, wider
chasm of might.
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 Nilesh Mondal
Getting drunk
on warm beer
Trembling in their glasses
Fucking behind every door
Littering the gutters with three thousand condoms
Every day.
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 Rashida Murphy
These poems are celebratory and melancholic, cheerful and cynical, precise and universal, and I recommend this collection highly. I look forward to more from this talented and amiable voice.
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 Ronak Singh Bhasin
I would love us but we are so many countries
All cramped head to toe
Just like my lines in a poem
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.