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Category: Poetry

Two Poems – by Akhil Katyal

When Shammi Kapoor slides down the snow in Junglee, shouting ‘Yahoo’, they tell you it’s Kashmir but it is actually Kufri, near Shimla. When Ranbir Kapoor climbs up the snow in YJHD, all moon-struck, they tell you it’s Manali but it is actually Gulmarg, in Kashmir. So we’ve always got it wrong – grand-uncle or […]

5 Poems – by Daniel Bennett

The poems below might not have kept Bennett’s original indentations. For the PDF, click this link. * Plantation House Lazy heat on the veranda. Slow crawl of days. Time ripples like white veins through red marble. The ceiling fan slaps a devil mask in beating shadows. The man reads a two-day-old Financial Times, taps ash […]

Another Earth – by Amrendra Pandey

Distant memories approach me – I am looking in a water well, an elephant is plucking peepul leaves in the dense forest, and her mahout is laughing. I am sprinting along narrow past-roads, fields of corns and pulses covered in evening smoke, the villages of many doors and windows. It was my fifth grade when […]

First Public Fighting, After Dark – by Tammy Lai-Ming Ho

i. Almost always, I think of you fondly. Like: clouds think of rain; Like: words think of sentences; Like: women think of orgasms. ii. But sometimes, dead from the shoulders down when we aggressively silently—Chomskily— protest to one another: You’re wrong. You lie. We wonder if others notice. They must. Our animosity obvious as the […]

Review of Mihir Vatsa’s WINGMAN – by Medha Singh

Recently, a combined bundle of chapbooks by Mihir Vatsa, Nandini Dhar, Usha Akella, Manjiri Indurkar and Arjun Rajendran were released through Vayavya and Aainanagar at an event ‘Reading Five: An Evening of Poetry’ at Moti Lal Nehru college. It was a refreshing visit, that took me back to my college days when we, as English […]

Rongtong – by Sumana Roy

The houses protrude from the hills like buck teeth. But this is no mouth. It’s like Siliguri’s rolled-up sleeve. Pink, yellow, anaemic blue – the houses, the molars. They’re like leaves, competing for light. I notice their stillness, how they never shiver from the cold. The windows rattle, I know, though I can’t hear them […]