Ash
Antara Mukherjee In your swell of a cream silk tussar, itar-sprinkled, tuberosed, basil nosed, I saw you leave, awfully… Read More »Ash
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Déjà vu
Shrey Rodricks The mushroom cloud rose over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Painful memories run through generations. The black and white… Read More »Déjà vu
Into the Neon World
Connor Fisher The laughing alphabet looks out from behind orange curtains. It believes memory is a form, something… Read More »Into the Neon World
Skyscapes
Lina Krishnan There is an ocean in the sky A length of blue, bordered by white banks Wispy surf… Read More »Skyscapes
The Use of Language
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
When a Bud Comes to Life in Flower
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
A Rainy Night in Sonipat
Ruchira Sen I think I will stay here as the rain falls It’s plain land, not the hills or… Read More »A Rainy Night in Sonipat
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