Featured Image by Vijay Sarathy I’ll send you my sky framed in the pixels of my phone, and you send me yours, promise me that you will, so that we can try to find the same details in both the pictures like it’s a puzzle from kindergarten. I want to know which cloud is from … Continue reading
Featured Image by Siddharth Sapre the kitchen in my ancestral home is my grandma’s fortress, home to the women and a guesthouse to the men in my family. 6:00 am knows my grandma’s morning face, her unpinned saree and tangled grey hair. stored in the creases of her palms are untold stories of her very … Continue reading
Featured Image by Ishani Das Deep slumber has met its end I get off my bed a black waterfall rises and falls beyond my shoulders a million streams of water dark as the night relish in their freedom just as I grab a hair tie tie them up and get to the day. Hours … Continue reading
Featured Artwork by Ellen Von Wiegand I’ve let several hands roam over this body; seeking resolutions to all my conflicts Holding on to pocket-sized phrases from one night stands, and injecting them in my spine In an attempt to stand a little taller than I am. I’ve let pulsating fingers scuffle through my hair in … Continue reading
Featured Artwork by Saloni Goel Chorus 1 In archwayed roofs we sit beneath our lives that’ll continue moving without stopping to rearrange for what we most need. Chorus 2 When silence stops on the corner to eat & the food cart. … Continue reading
Featured Artwork by Tara Anand This is a poem. This is a poem about a poem – about all the poems, clogged in my mind, entrapped by my mind – lurking beneath the cracks and crevices of my mind – incessantly toiling – to come out and see the light of this laptop screen This … Continue reading
This is about reclaiming yourself as something that holds value even after being lost, broken, and quintessentially forgotten. Vintage here has been used as a metaphor for holding value. can you imagine that one day we cease to exist and all that’s left behind suddenly becomes of value maybe it’s the watch that your dad … Continue reading
before there were poems in this house, there was rummy; a pack of 52 playing cards in their plastic homes, stacked on the tallest shelf ever, my 4 year old hands couldn’t reach there. All the transgressions my grandma allowed- a whole bottle of coke, a CID marathon starting at midnight, but the cards were … Continue reading
Featured art by Gujjarappa Bg The coloniser’s oppression fractured The grasp on my mother tongue — a complete mess formulated; Languages spoken countless Learnt relearnt and traced to their birthing ground — trans-generational Words and syllabi exuding soft — honey dew-ish Ambrosial nectar churning a web of comfort and homeliness Yet the coloniser’s language cuts my … Continue reading
Featured art by Egle Plytnikaitemy body is a bleeding boatthere’s firecrackers and soft stones bursting out of my womb and onto the footpath;the cracking noise was my ribs,in case you were wondering. my body is a bleeding boatit swells and the limbs spread like they were crucified with gold nails,i am not allowed to condemn my conveniences … Continue reading
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