Four Poems
By Goirick B
Silence won’t answer, will leave it to us.
For reasons, like lovers, must now disappear.
Mind floats, an empty boat, stories, grass;
Breathing out some of this coldness we fear.
Four Poems
By Kashiana Singh
The arrows of your eyes pierce into a fog
You conquer hysteria with textured words
in flags of fingers festooned into poems
Two Poems
By Sabyasachi Nag
no god awake at this hour to help
birth the dark passion
I need to stand this war tonight;
this war with never ending, slithery shadows.
Book Review: L.S. Rathore’s ‘Romance Over Coffee’
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Rathore’s poetry draws on the everyday, to emotions and feelings that are real and perceptive, to literature, history and Indian myths and stories that have to do chiefly with love. This collection, his first volume of poems, records impressions and facets of lived everyday moments.
Three Poems on Kashmir
By Ishrat Bashir
That their great-grand uncle was
pecked at by vultures, unattended!
That the people of their mother were
Buried live in the waters of Keta Kol.
Poem: Nowhere to Go: Apocalypse as a Mother sees it
By Ananya Dutta Gupta
In the East you never had much to choose
Between Partition, Fani,
And detention camps for the unwanted ‘refugee’.
Poem: We are here to stay forever
By Mujeeb Jaihoon
You flatter the visiting guests at the Mahal
And feast on the biryani, kababs and jamuns
You flex your patriotic muscles at the Fort
And reign in the city that the Sultans built
Three Poems on Fascism
By Sabyasachi Nag
Because a Fascist can be weird –
He can’t stay still and almost always falls
Even to the slightest breeze.
Book Review: Gopal Lahiri’s ‘Return to Solitude: haiku and other short poems’
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Gopal Lahiri’s Return to Solitude: haiku and other short poems, published by Hawakal Publishers, is a slim volume of poetry written in genres not very often used in India. A bilingual poet who has authored seven collections of poems in English and Bengali, editor, critic and translator, Lahiri has also written short stories.
Four Poems
By Suhit Kelkar
At your silent shrieking
to be born,
I point my bony finger
at some other womb.
Poetry: Oh Kashmir!
By Sabyasachi Nag
If I tear your veil and force my lips on the blue flame that burns
Your eyes, could you not keep them shut tonight? Not see, just sense?
Kashmir, why do you look at me and make me cry?
Poem: Taslima Nasrin’s “For an Unlover”
By Taslima Nasrin
I had drawn you with my desire,
I had made you my lover with my desire,
I also made you an unlover with my desire.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 