August Sonnets 1. this room is smitten by agalloch nothing placed above me except loneliness nothing is untouched by the body fever rises as the leaves keep falling rains and their fury-dance walls have seen art of a child now dead and gone between lost worlds of my agility and my ignorance in my grandmother's house of intimidation silence milks the men on sofa woman is always a butter, always a bread my hands are dictated by habit my eyes follow the memory-calendar I have kn

बिल्ली का ख़्वाब टूटता हुआ देखती हूँ पाती हूँ स्वयं को घूरते हुए दूध के भगोने में गर्मी बहुत है दूध की नींद उड़ चुकी है आज खाने की थाली म

Mumbai Rain by Zulfi Shaikh Rain washes over the pomegranate battlefield by Aadrit Banerjee The coagulated blood thaws, deliquesces, as the rain washes over the pomegranate battlefield. The rain glissades across the blue horizon, sensuously, like your lips moving down my scarred chest tracing the horrors of police brutality. It descends with an aphrodisiac vigor over the couples, in coitus, buried beneath the fresh ruins of Mariupol. Emaciated bodies, infected, deceived by an