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Between the two strings,
Of wood and deer thorn;
Exists a universe of its own,
Having perhaps the better claim.
The first one stops you in time
And second, resurrects you back.
The peaceful void in between,
Transfigures you,
Calming … [Read the rest...] “Between the two strings | Tanmaya Kshirsagar”
What do I say about Grandpa, who died today?
After three years of being bedridden
My first thought is:
Good riddance
His dark eyes stare at me from the frame
A part of him is still in the air
I … [Read the rest...] “Grandpa | Ila Railkar”
My dreams are following the unconscious mind;
Where my body is in a torpid state
Where my feelings and beliefs are getting intimate
With his silhouette in a dark, crowded place,
As if I were heavily sedated in that process,… [Read the rest...] “His Silhouette | Bhavya Prabhakar”
Are you sipping the green tea of health?
I remain with my melancholic black tea and wait.
Are you absconding to dormant words?
I remain with my rage and wait.
Are you tasting bitter fruit and pretending to smile?
I … [Read the rest...] “Traitor | Bindiya Bedi Charan Noronha”
Strophe
The sight of you today tickled me to think
If the spring is looking for me still, ego’s
Little tussle delayed my recoil to you, and
You failed to secern broken from shattered,
When the gravity between us collapsed,… [Read the rest...] “The Waiting Room | Tushar Sen”
Kusuma bai sweeps, mops and scrubs
a smug smile on her dirt-stained face
Sweet thoughts run through her vacant head
the promise of good fortune, in a day’s pace
She thinks of Bholu, her ladla and good for nothing … [Read the rest...] “Chain Reaction | Karishma V.M”
Of all the storms that failed to
perish us;
Epitomize the sturdy roots
holding us
Of all the lumps etched,
on our soul;
Reminding of the warrior
enduring every
an ounce of bane.
Of all the melancholy,
scourging our persona;… [Read the rest...] “The World is a battlefield | Ali Ashhar”
The darkness crept up
From behind my window
And formed a silhouette,
Of a black cascade
Resembling an epitome of lost beauty.
The wildfire of an unknown darkness
Mirrored in my dark eyes
Behind the darkness of my last tear,… [Read the rest...] “Dark | Debadrita Dey”