The Driving Force

Piyali works at a public library in a relatively diverse neighbourhood. The author sees the melting pot that America truly is, in the library, where immigrants from different countries come together...
  • August 4, 2016
  • Sehar Siddiqi

Blood of my Son

A protest poem by Sehar about the bloodstained kurta of a father with the blood of 13-year-old son. Blinded Children  Maimed youth  Scarred men Disillusioned women  Bloody chaurahas* Silent...
  • August 3, 2016
  • Sukanya Juno Biswas

A Roach, I Approach

A hilarious nonsense verse on roach by Sukanya. With a Raid in hand I approach Towards the scurrying brown roach. As it scuttled past I moved two steps back,...

Life in Moments

Life is all about the simple joys in many moments that make it enchantingly beautiful. Lily, the quintessential Bohemian, the wandering gypsy drinking the ambrosia of life, seeks simple joys in...
  • July 31, 2016
  • Tatjana Debeljacki

Aquarius/Living out of Poem

Aquarius A poem of longing and wish by Tatjana. Dedicated to Dragoljub Djuričić Kilometers gained nothing – you are here. Before I go to sleep thirty times I say...
  • July 28, 2016
  • Deeya Bhattacharya

The Alphabet of Love

An intense, erotic prose-poem by Deeya. Sunsets have stories to unfurl I guess – each sunset one of its kind – it’s the quiet lilt in the far horizon...
  • July 27, 2016
  • Tatjana Debeljacki

Weathervane

A philosophical poem by Tatjana. On the solid ground Fatal and dangerous A word or two Between four sides, Mild wind in the north, In the south blows south-eastern...