// love story 2017

3:28am when i saw the caul of my brain entangled and held hostage by another man for he disliked the way my hair brushed against the tide of his finger and the eternal damage that little act caused to the haughty air around his hand 3:29am my brain burst into pieces of scavenge that jackanapes…

// when do you know it is time?

Joker & Harley in a Normal Room

which of us screwed up? when i sat down with our old baggage, before throwing it away, i wanted to know which of our thousand little idiosyncrasies didn’t click the right note? was it the smell of your skin and the way I’d remember it months later in middle of a near death accident? was…

// a normal love

you take all of my heart and mind it’s sharp pieces and bloody arteries wrap it up in clean fists fast, reckless, no precision like child’s play study it with an eye for approaching trouble i take all of your words (they hurt my insides) and make art and keep it in the museum of…

T O Y S

By Simran Keshwani // you need new toys, he said you don’t need me, he said picked myself up from a rugged and blackened red pool of pity and questions – you’ll never be good enough you’re not a good person you’re never you are not you just not good put them in a box with…

The Psychedelic Cityscape

By Sukant Kumar Panigrahi On a cross walk, Bleeding grey, The sky pouring down, Melancholia, The whirring buzz, Of the fretful engines, Mindnumbing screams, In my head, Neon lights-Psychedelic, The Moonlight-Bewitching, Lead awry and astray, Drawn, To Flesh, spirit and opiates, Resemblance uncanny, To the works, Of Bosch and Bruegel, A Bedlam in the concrete…

A Shop in its Last Days

By Sukant Kumar Panigrahi The dust settled, On the forlorn shelves, Decorated with jars of glass, Filled with wonders unknown, And wrinkled magazines, Lay still in their racks, Rotten, forgotten, The greasy walls-ancient, With a stench of death, The creeky floorboard, Not waxed, splintered, The smoothened counter, Saw no more clanking coins Or wrinkly bills,…

Distorting Quantum Relapse

By Sukant Kumar Panigrahi Chiseled into air, Broken figures, Faint, Seemingly formless, Harrowing, Cruel, But quaint. A Poignant tune, Plays in my head, Rythms, Falling through seemless air, On a Seiveless colander, Knowing no end, Perforate matter, Endlessly flay. Amidst turmoil, My mind, Resting on a fulcrum, Sways, Psychedelic. Tear me apart, Into bits, Of…

Good Night

Poet: Tenzin Khando “I can manage the night and sleep, It’s our daughter who longs for your sky. So fall down a bit, let loose the stars. Kiss our child, a good night sleep.”

Accept Me

Poet : Abeen Shayiq ” Today I have come With a wish in my mind And some hope in my heart. My hands are empty And so are my thoughts. Today I have come To you , For forgiveness, for a smile, For some love For you. Today I have come With a belief that…

Her Name

Poet : Anuj Nawal Falling in love was easy, It was falling out of it that scarred him for life. Exhausted, they lay besides each other, Silence lay all over, She pursed her lips and then opened them to say, “That’s the best sex we’ve ever had. I love you Dylan” He almost immediately replied,…

Prisoner of Azkaban

Poet : Abeen Shayiq A convicted murderer? A death eater? The one who lied, the one who betrayed? Black sheep of the Black family, Backstabbing Secret Keeper in the eyes of all, He was the Prisoner of Azkaban. It creates a difference to be a bit different To be in a household where His ideals…