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Two Poems

2 minute read  by Jaishree Kumar


Pile Driver

2 minute read  by Gaurav Juyal

I am a twenty two year old reservoir Ready to cave in Like a suicidal blood clot I put my name in the goblet For a space program I know there is no returning...


9 minute read  by Carla Jania

Sundays meant that señoras would get up before the sun to set up their small food stands, taking their kids along to help. You could get hot drinks and hot f...

Two Poems

2 minute read  by Smriti Verma

Images from Childhood The memory quickly fades into origin: days of sunlit, ashen mornings, and the golden –


1 minute read  by Sonakshi Srivastava

It’s a circumambulation - For you and I A perpetual hunt for each other, And one that knows no end.


1 minute read  by Upasa Borah

Limbo. Dying undying. Living unliving. Where do I belong? I peek through whitewashed windows and see golden lights, Stars maybe, if stars resided on Barr...


7 minute read  by Prerna Kaushal

A paintbrush between slim fingers. A heartbeat. A single breath that slips away and curls against the ghost sobbing on the floor. A trickle of sunlight reach...

Snapshots of the Flowers in My City

11 minute read  by Muskan Nagpal

While talking about why she didn’t write linearly, Virginia Woolf asked, “is life like this? Must novels be like this?”

Neighbourhood Bulletin

1 minute read  by Prithvijeet Sinha

Once there was rain with the rainbow, friends with butterfly scents and snails touched by index fingers, back in the day when hands joined in the warmth o...