Oct 2, 20211 minA kiss on the wrist by Shrutee Choudharyon the night of our first encounter you gave me a kiss not on my cheeks or my hand or lips you kissed me on my wrist I frowned as you...
Oct 2, 20211 minAshes, ashes we all fall down by Khatija KhanA still from the film Mirror by Andrei Tarkovsky surely, the earth is a wicked old woman who steals stainless steel bones to bury it...
Oct 2, 20212 minMoss by Sara SethiaThree women by Amrita Shergill There is moss making love in graveyards. Last night I showed up there with a bottle of old monk to speak...
Oct 2, 20212 minThe absence of a poem by Resham SharmaWriter’s block: the absence of a poem The absence of a poem sticks in the underbelly of your fingers- fingers who don’t recognise each...
Oct 2, 20212 minJourney of a Poem by Aishwarya RoyGirl Reading, Vase of Flowers, 1922 – Henri Matisse My poem is lactose-intolerant. It’s a baker allergic to flour, A depressed comedian,...
Oct 2, 20211 minWe’re too soiled with the notion of love by Shriti ChowdharyFluidity IV by Shirley Novak There are caterpillars in my mother’s gajra crawling towards her ears while all she feels are my dad’s iron...
Sep 18, 20211 minLaceration by Bhairavi PonksheAbsence of Sound by STACY DAGUIAR Ask my name and I’ll utter a thousand words that only sound like it. “Do what is necessary,” they say...
Sep 7, 20212 minTroubled young boys grow up to be steadfast gentlemen by Mitra VisveswaranSad man by Prisac Nicolae Troubled young boys grow up to be stiff and steadfast gentlemen Wearing suits and ties and combing their hair...
Sep 7, 20212 minPeople live longer in our grief than in our remembrance by Antara VermaGeorge Frederick Watts, Found Drowned, c. 1850, oil on canvas, Watts Gallery, Compton I am addicted to grief- It’s not that I can’t do...
Sep 7, 20213 minNewspapers are a luxury in the hands of spectators by Resham SharmaPOSTCARDS / STEPHEN PUTNAM HUGHES AND EMILY ROSE STEVENSON The morning newspaper stretches its wearied arms between my fingers and...
Sep 7, 20212 minWeighing a girl, a woman and a motherHiba Schahbaz’s Self Portrait / Weighing a girl Every day when the sun hides behind trees A girl rides past my house I look at her...
Sep 2, 20211 minI am a gunshot woundGirl Floating in Water by Ophelia i am a gunshot wound. two tablespoons of Rooh Afza does not calm me, it either lights me up like Wills...
Sep 2, 20212 minIn the landscape of tomorrow, God is an almost dead manDisplaced Afghani Children at a refugee camp in Kabul / Photograph by Haroon Sabawoon In the playgrounds of tomorrow, happiness bleeds...
Sep 1, 20213 minWorshipping Poets by Simra SadafLa Muse by Pablo Picasso “Talk to me about the poem you wrote to pass the unbearable. Tell me why you prefer the second generation of...
Aug 3, 20212 minThe anatomy of a happy familyIn my house, rooms are claimed in the name of things rather than people- sandook room, almirah room, AC room, mandir room- a steady...
Aug 3, 20211 minPulitzer likes the rubble better than ParadiseTired of writing poems of defiance Those that reek of blasphemy and fire Read aloud in a voice refusing to crack Here I shall not rebel...
Aug 3, 20211 minOn six days out of ten, it does feel like homeThere is a kid somewhere in the world, who feels guilty for sleeping, without feeding the doll. And there is this girl, who talks to a...
Aug 2, 20211 minHalf of my dreams are soap bubble fallaciesSoap Bubble Large Wabbelig Huge I. My god breathes in the smoke of a thousand incense And breathes out security That mothers with...
Jul 30, 20212 minThis poem will make paper swans out of your discarded suicide notesMy mother asks me why do I Give my poems names Like wheelchair, a crutch, an inhaler A one bedroom beating heart Why can’t i call...
Jul 30, 20211 minLove faces language barriersSo much of love is lost in translations. it spills out by the time it travels from one human to another. for the man at the subway has no...