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“Good morning, Sanya!” I received a Whatsapp text from Dharam, my account manager. I have five missed calls from him. The text, …

Emotions that Refuse to Leave Me

Emotions, especially those with negative connotations, refuse to leave. They are like stubborn long term head-aches which keep coming back until you …

Sundays and Sunsets

As the sun rose to a new Sunday, she found it blissful to remain wrapped in the sheets for a little longer. …

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Versatile genres of Music tweaking, nudging the right and left of the virile brain, and the chalice of the Heart dancing along, …

Becoming a Writer: Everyone’s Cup of Tea? 

These days writing is becoming more and more of a glamorous profession. It’s kind of cool, you might say, to become an …

On Letting Go and Dealing with Loss

I watch a lady bug crawl across the ground as my neighbourRecounts the death of his brother to my mother.The pain in …

The Dirty Me

In this piece titled “The Dirty Me” the author says she is ashamed to show herself. She is ashamed to show them. …

Maria Florian

#LoveMonth romance (n.) /rə(ʊ)ˈmans,ˈrəʊmans/definition: a quality or feeling of mystery, excitement, and remoteness from everyday life. Romance is a thrill, not necessarily …

Toys of Reality

The artist uses mud to make toys only he can make, He is satisfied with his premature work Sitting back, he wipes …

Discord

You took my hand and you placed it on your soul  you let me wander around your brain in search of something …

The Story of Sarah baartman

Understanding the sexualisation of bodies through the story of Sarah Baartman How is rape culture not absurd? Why is the sexualisation of …

A Letter from a Cool Girl to a Boy

We met at a sleazy dating app or a neon basement bar party. We kissed a few times and exchanged a few …

Behind the Scenes and That Night

The door closes behind me  And I breathe a sigh of relief  Finally all alone  I like it here, would you believe ? …

push and pull

“My mother believes that hanging a dead clock brings bad luck.” He said removing the clock from the wall. He successfully changed …

The 4 Rules of Acceptance

Practicing acceptance for a journey towards complete consciousness The word acceptance in common parlance would mean passive state or inactive human psychology. …

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Scabrous; talons, fangs and prongs Beautiful, fabled though it were not  Colossal, it was that which i wish hadn’t espied Mutinous, cunning, …

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How you spot me in every crowd  Is it written on my face I don’t fit in here The South It rejects …

Esha Sohail Pakistan 2018. ©Museum Rietberg

October rushes inside with mourning petals, losing its freshness due to the shrill emptiness melting parallely over my mother’s ‘maang’ Tiredness slept …

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I penned this poem at the time I was feeling extremely vulnerable. I was going through a phase where I was made …

horror

Horror was never my genre of choice. I struggled with the concept of genre for the longest time, as science fiction seemed …

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I’m feeling worried because I don’t exactly fit in. I realise I’m different from the rest. I don’t know if people will …

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She smiled at Sam, and a moment later planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. I already wanted to cover …

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First encountered 21 July 2000. My mother held me in her cottony robed arms and stood at the balcony doorway. She said …

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The world has often told me that being delicate and understanding are feminine traits I must have because from the day my …

Choice and Other Poems

I breathe the air they provide,I see what they make me aim at.I believe what they think is true.I let them speak …

By Ruffa Jane Reyes

Hitherto Conversations with you were never satisfying.  There’s less to do. Less to be. In the ancient sorcery that lies beyond the …

The life journey

The steps to the destinedfaults were easy.The never seen springsof my pleasure,the molten glaciers like tearsof my aimless fate,the dexterityof my wild …

I Am Dulled in This Place - This Place Where I Am Dwelling

When wasps and grasshoppers occasionally visit my bed sheet,I treat them with kindness by picking and leaving them outside my doorBuzzing creatures …

​​When the Dead Poets Society Asked

When the Dead poet’s society asked, what will your verse be,I stumbled on thin air, with nothing to trod upon.I fumbled for …

Anxiously Yours, Patience

your anxiety surpasses mineas my silence screamsand I lose you,every passing day to ideologuesto ideologies warring within patience,I tell myselfas bits of …

Found Poetry

Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them …

racism

Racism is a monster carrying an enormous amount of hate with it. When one encounters it, there seems to be no end …

How to Talk to Parents about Sex

Growing up in India is not easy. Most of what is discussed abroad is spoken about in code with any explanation. Parents further …

The Worst Nightmare of My Life

I was sitting in one of the most comfortable chairs in the waiting hall surrounded by strangers, mostly aunties and uncles. My …

Double Standards, Summer and More

double standards on one handour proud menreveal themselvesfreely on the wallsclearly stating‘𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’‘𝘺𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪’ is a terrible wonder …

An Apology

TW/ CW: mental health, social anxiety. My anxiety knocks at points of silences in a conversation,I might not show up,At social events, …

Maya Nadhi: The Voice of a Lost and Found Love

Ever lost a favorite thing and found it again? How does that feel? A lost and found love is no different.  Love …

She Will Keep Writing

This piece “She Will Keep Writing” is written in solidarity with the women in Afghanistan. How is a young girl in her …

A Toast to Myself

So, it’s been a year since I began my journey with mySELF. I highlight the word because, well, she matters. And as …

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Trapped in the 2×2 bathroom stallOf my 4 storey office building,I wipe my tears.“Tap! Tap!” someone knocks the doorI gather my thoughts …

Monty Kaku’s Pension Fund

A fertilizer factory in Durgapur facing political tensions, abruptly shuts down one day. Small quarters are provided by the association to factory-employees …

Warriors Of All Time

Service,For the Greater GoodKill, for your nationShed blood to be rememberedOnly when you are in your eternal sleepFight, till you perishFrosty cold …

spoken word

#1 Slut, Bitch, Whore and Many More If a woman sleeps with a manwhen she’s unmarriedshe is a slutwho has no value …

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His beige worn out shirt,with patches of “accidents”marked by paint strokesand the touch of sadnesshanging by the hem of the sides of …

The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living by Damien Hirst

#1 I want my last words to be“Please switch off the lights.”I want to die a slow whisper like death.I want grief …

Not Your Perfect Child

I can tell you that growing up queer in an orthodox household has not been a walk in the park. Yes, I …

shore

Once upon a time in the Equinea poor stallion and a mare dinegrass hay and corn; play football, a foal was bornthat …

Split blood

This is a poem about someone Shanaya lost. Sometimes, I’d be strolling around some place,My own ignorance would hit me in the …

Dreaming of peru

Ghosh woke up in a haste. He rushed to his right and turned on the lamp. “Was that your stupid dream again?” …

bholu the elephant

In the year of 2002, much to the delight of a young elephant called Bholu, a letter of appointment with the familiar …

Moving by Tulika Singh
​​The Daughters of Abraham

We were born within perfect wallsWashed in lime, sanctionedBy wild rainsThat fell mad upon our houses of stone,Lashing bluebirdsIn the drowning juniper …

The Universe Conspires

Meet me, somewhereIn the middle of nowhereAnd we’ll talkAbout the sun and the moonAnd the stars, and howThey lined up in perfect …

Time Table

8 am, you wake up with the feeling inside your bones that something is going to crush you today until you are …

Bhagya Prakash K

The beginning of longer days and cerulean sky, marking the passing of the winter solstice. With this also comes one of the …

Live-In Relationships

You can read the Gujarati translation of this piece by Aarohi Vaidya here. The author details her three year long live-in relationship …

Vulnerable

It was 8:30 in the night, the smell of Maggi that was cooking in the kitchen had already found its way to …

Painting by Filip Odzierejko

In Indian weddings and birthdays, it is common to see a person dressed up as any famous personality/character from a popular comic …