Two Poems

1 minute read  by Purnima Singh

Working Class Houses


1 minute read  by Thliring Daulaguphu

One late and silent evening quite a few winters ago, Nosain took me in lovingly, as she did all her children before me.

Two Poems

2 minute read  by Kanika Ahuja

For the Tourist at Lal Qila, Delhi

We Called Her Soul

2 minute read  by Prithvijeet Sinha

Look down, little baby. there she sleeps in that modest, open casket, inhaling all her graces and hallelujahs in her serene passage to the good Lord.

Two Birds

2 minute read  by Amalia Abbar

Author’s Note: stillborn and stillbirth.

To Frieda, With Love

1 minute read  by Ishani Pant

Frieda, listen little love Frieda. You have scars and burns and bumps-a, And stretches and cracks that may look rueful, But nothing little love, can make ...

The Oblation

less than 1 minute read  by Kunal Panda

It lasted for seven minutes, A hush, a bluff, a thrust, in and out It is all the rage to grope, fondle, maul. The boy was told in the strangest time, It was ...

The Happiest Place on Earth

1 minute read  by Azal Dosanjh

I like to place bricks on my voice, So it will let out only whispers, When my eyes are listening, To the moonlight falling asleep, On seabed. I like to tie ...

Ten Talks

2 minute read  by Gaurav Juyal

1. The stones arranged like a staircase that once made Pocket size waterfalls along the stream course Now turned into bricks you call house So when you brin...

Politics of the Divine

less than 1 minute read  by Khadija Rehman

Tug O’ War? ‘Twixt Arabic verses, and dialectics? House of God— a pilgrimage to Mecca— a mandate? Pelting stones, and Satan— salvation? Diktats of Islam— a r...

Out of the Blue

less than 1 minute read  by Tushar Rishi

Red has grown tired now, of the exhausting symbolism, crushed by the burden of representing love and blood, of inducing blissfulness in a loving heart, or in...

On The Edge of the Storm

1 minute read  by Kushagra Tripathi

The storm brews afar in the sea We can’t run and we know it You’re worried, or so you say And look into my eyes searching for answers I am no library — I ill...

For Hoshiarpur

1 minute read  by Jaishree Kumar

hoshiarpur turns pink at sunset the setting sun casts a tint on nameless faces, nameless roads, nameless graves. the setting sun sets fire to the fields the...


less than 1 minute read  by Ishita Gautam


1 minute read  by Soumya Vats