Love language When I was all of nine, I met a boy for the very first time. It was the pure affection, his borderline obsession, his...

Rivery (Reverie) by Erfana Ripples, oysters and fishermens' hats We were river colours back then Moving to and fro Always wanting to dive...

Self-immolation Visons entangled with lacrimal glands A small piece of the condensing lens swiped from the left eye to the right Fingers...

Kutch, January 2001 by Farida Rangwala A misty winter morning, The cups filled with warmth Waiting to be gulped, The giggles floating in...

Confessions of a Drunk Sunday by Saheen Rahman i am torn between wanting to love my life and wanting to hate it. an obese monkey in...

A Qabr of Loktantra by Nameera Anjum Khan Day 13, almost 10 PM I have taken another breath. Alhamdulillah. God wants me to live. My...

1. Childhood? As a child, I used to chew paper, As an adult paper chews me seeking an apology. When love triangles mantled cinemas Now I...

Good citizens have nothing to hide by Swati Tewari Being 14 in 2009 was much different than it is today I had no concept of privacy as a...

The mouth of a wound is a memory by N Sehar 18th August 1990's. 17:29 and the prime studio publishes news of the internal collapse- the...

I am convinced I am a tree by Hima Cicilia I cut the soft core of my being into neat slices and offer them up to the world as poems. This...

Your camera is the only true currency that goes to sleep uncorrupted by Srishti Saharia buying your first camera is like joining a...

The Sufi who stood at the Bamyan by Shama Mahajan The first time I met the Buddha, he was on the battlefield of Kalinga Dancing between...

Almost is a bigger bridge than hope by Nameera Anjum Khan there is a sun shining inside the pages of a notebook that speaks of love...

An ode to the Nose by Meenu Maria Jose The nose is the ugly duckling in the face family. The black sheep. Every other part of the face...

Pristine Lineage of Shrinking Women by Pritha Jain /you cannot light yourself on fire to be the center of somebody else's universe/ my...

Rain washes over the pomegranate battlefield by Aadrit Banerjee The coagulated blood thaws, deliquesces, as the rain washes over the...

Sad young girls by Durabikhya Gogoi (After September is a weary month, By Yasmin Belkhyr) Well, of course, I've tried warm tea And...

Daughters like you by Srishti Saharia dearest, heaven was in cosmical agony the night you were born; the gods living in her underbelly...

Official Selection from the Day 1 of National Poetry Writing Month 2022 by Poems India

Another Woman by Imtiaz Dharker This morning she brought green “methi” in the market, choosing the freshest bunch; picked up a white...