Slicing mangoes in summer  Is no mean feat. You need hardened patience You need to resist temptation So you tear off the peels with your...

One fine summer, A chalice was made Out of the wood of mahogany. “It’s beautiful!” Cried out many. Thinly crafted along its body, Visible...

Why make a sound or noiseor do anything to the page?Unison playing from polyphony,music evolves toward simplicity.Gould’s assertion that...

I saw an origami lying white as bright as the plumage of a swan like three striking feathery knives, pecking at poor fishes’ lives. It...

Megha Saha At five o’clock my right elbow grazes the wall And I tell myself, do not make this about the wall How many layers of skin...

Aravind Menon The curtain was pulled rather harshly, And the clown tried putting on a smile, But it soon turned wry, And tears rolled...

Shivani Lalan old men old men settle like the last ashes of a strongly worded editorial in a newspaper – burnt, crumbling, but carrying...

Shivangi Adatia On some days I go up to the terrace and put my earphones on not to listen to Bon Iver or Lennon but to listen to...

Pushparaj Sinh Jadeja ना आसमान की हसरत है न ज़मीन की तलाश है ना बाग-ए-बेहशत की ख्वाहिश है ना अज़ल-ऐ-अमन का ख्वाब चाहत है तो बस आपकी...

Neep Saikia As I think of You I walk upon a bridge of imagination To sketch the glittering kohl upon your protruding eyes which have the...

दील की रियासत को मिली  रियायत आपकी एक जलक से सूकूँ-ए-क्लब मिलता है रूह को आपकी एक जलक से ईश्क खता है केहते है लोग तो खता हो गयी समजिये...

Megha Saha If sugary dollops of what feels like the rainbow hits you too hard, then wait for the maraschino cherry bit that will come to...

Pushparaj Sinh Jadeja आज इबादत कबूल हो गयी जब एक मुरीद की आपने मूर्शीद से रूह रूबरू हो गयी पता न था महोबत के सहूर का नशा  ये कहेर धयेगा...

Madhulica Kallat One unsuspecting mind A piece of the past One gasp of surprise, blended with a nascent smile A small explosion of amber...

Shivani Lalan In shaking verse She writes down the gifts of his divinity. Her trembling meter pays homage To the ruby red circles...

Megha Jha In the silence that surrounds the womb of aloofness A familiar voice calls me, Asking,” Which color are you?” Are you the pink...

Vindhya Gupta खून  से  क्या तुम  स्याही  से  भी  मत लिखना कलम  में  थूक  भरके  लिखना पर  मेरा  नाम  लिखना उस  कागज़  को  जलाकर आग  ताप ...

Shivangi Adatia She couldn’t follow instructions. No, her ears were perfectly functional, and her nervous system intact. They had...

Vishwajeet Singh Very often do we use slangs Addressing friends or the rival gangs, Things may go wrong due to bad luck Yet we say “What...

Aravind Menon Context: Catharine had some work that day. She left her naughty daughter, Lily with her grandpa. He was the only one who...