If I weren’t from Bombay, I’d probably call it Mumbai. I’d probably hold more value for every time I smelled the colours of the sea. I’d never know how it is to walk out of my house to find all seven colours of the rainbow- and the pot of gold at the end of it. How people tread on hot coals to grab a few coins, only to find some on chariots flying towards it. If I … [Read more...]
Indian English Poems
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Switch the lights off | Sneha Pathak
Always switch the lights off when you leave the room. What would they say about me I wonder? Long gone the happy one The lucky one The pretty one The last few years I was the sad one The moody one The crazy one Long gone, everyone. Would did say the good or the bad? Or would it be lined with scorn or pity? She lived a life of almosts Big dreams Too big for her … [Read more...]
Searching with Words | Rajani Radhakrishnan
The idiom of childhood seeps into this borrowed lexicon, like the leaky roof drawing patches on the wall smelling of another rain, smelling of grandfather's only black coat that he wore like a second skin; when it hung on the nail behind the door, he was shrunken, diminished, swallowed by loud kitchen voices, rambunctious brass and copper pots, their warm bottoms … [Read more...]
Mournings Of A Silent Lamb | Lovisha Aggarwal
Dark grey stained sheet, Red Lipstick on a pale yellow face, Trying to survive and forgive, “You’re no less than a son,” her Baba had said one day The first words of affection he had ever conveyed, Brothel became Sargun’s playground since then Days of poverty for her Baba were allayed Coerced. Objectified. Sold. Deceived. Blindly following the age old social … [Read more...]
Inside The White Dust | Zaieem Ahmad
Inside The White Dust On the bent shelf brooding downwards A layer of dust White and silky fishes Twinkling through yellow pages. I found a reminiscent, Folded ,cut and plane image Of my bereaved Mom Dubbed with pores. And her earrings still her own Splashing through pages And young worms And so the dust. A mole under her pink parchment Her sarees in perfect … [Read more...]