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Nithya Mariam John You call me after a decade. To break the hungry silence you ask, “What did… Read More »Daily Bread

Smitha Sehgal Yellow is the colour of Earth when Summer holds breath to paint Canvas of poet; A ripe… Read More »Towards Edge of Summer

Vikas Sehra //Classified Transcript// I Your file says here, you’re very sensitive to temperature and humidity, eh? You… Read More »Coffee Conspiracy

Chayanika Saikia In a parched angan striped with bands of peeli dhoop, shaded under the aged Gulmohar; they… Read More »Sawan

Antara Mukherjee In your swell of a cream silk tussar, itar-sprinkled, tuberosed, basil nosed, I saw you leave, awfully… Read More »Ash

Shrey Rodricks The mushroom cloud rose over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Painful memories run through generations. The black and white… Read More »Déjà vu

Connor Fisher The laughing alphabet looks out from behind orange curtains. It believes memory is a form, something… Read More »Into the Neon World

Lina Krishnan There is an ocean in the sky A length of blue, bordered by white banks Wispy surf… Read More »Skyscapes

John Grey The language applies equally to the telephone-poled west coast. and the overpowering belief that city waste… Read More »The Use of Language

Maid Corbic When the bud comes to life in early spring it really looks like some big bullet to… Read More »When a Bud Comes to Life in Flower