Three Poems
By Raj Shekhar Sen
and suddenly Bukowski walks in through the doors
and before he jumps out the windows
he tells you like he would,
all great art is horse-shit,
buy tacos.
By Raj Shekhar Sen
and suddenly Bukowski walks in through the doors
and before he jumps out the windows
he tells you like he would,
all great art is horse-shit,
buy tacos.
By Ajmal Khan
This time,
When my Mobile phone rang
They understood
I am a Dalit.
By Linda Ashok
This anthology is the best permutation of scientia sexualis and ars erotica; this anthology does help us measure that erotica is beyond casual pandering to commercial sex or an ordinary arousal, it is the arousal of craft, of language, of experiences, beyond the literal.
By Linda Ashok
There’s an eye in every injury for the world to see the wound
like a black bird masked in snow longing to stay
By Goirick Brahmachari
Pakistani, because Sain Zahoor fucks me up,
Bangladeshi – there, there, my roots lie
Icelandic, for the music is high
American, for the Delta Blues and Jazz and Beats and Dylan and Malcom X …
By Binu Karunakaran
Two poems
By Manash Bhattacharjee
This Monsoon: A Ghazal
By Paromita Mukherjee
Poem: Finally Free
By Alisa Velaj
Seven poems by Albanian poet, Alisa Velaj.
By Raj Shekhar Sen
And
I have held all these experiences together
to knit one word,
refugee.
By Ajit Kumar
I was asked to leave Brown University for not doing any school work. I struggled with alcoholism and bipolar disorder as a young woman, but managed to graduate from Barnard College.
By Chandramohan S
Three poems of resistance