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By Saima Afreen
Issue no. 9
Our bodies are water
waiting to dock
at the shores
and give the voyage its closure.
It didn’t happen.
By Joseph Furtado
Issue no. 9
Come now kiss me for his sake,
Take a thousand kisses, take
Father dear is dead and gone,
I am left here all forlorn.
By Mrinalini Harchandrai
Issue no. 9
She dreams in curryrice
and handchurns policies
with the cool blade
of her grandmother’s tales;
By Manohar Shetty
Issue no. 9
He’s gone native, into
Origami and embroidery,
Pottery from local clay, puppetry,
Kite making, wooden toys,
By Roanna Gonsalves
Issue no. 9
A sari’s drape is nothing like a suit;
A pin-striped jacket’s cut is far more slick;
When glass and bamboo ceilings need the boot,
They say a trouser’d likely do the trick.
By Sarabjeet Garcha
Issue no. 9
The world might forget us,
but we will continue
to live on as an aftertaste
on all the tongues
that never give up
pronouncing the word love.
By Brian Mendonça
Issue no. 9
Ebb tide on the Zuari
The barges furrow the seabed
The fishnets stark
In the morning sun
The waters, a muddy grey.
By Gouthami
Issue no. 9
Driving home
to a lonely bed,
longing, in every bone.
The radio spews out
songs of love and lust.
By Marinella Proença
Issue no. 8
What yanks him from a cozy bed
What harkens him before the red
Ball peeps: wakes up from sleep
To scatter light from antiquity
By Paresh Tiwari
Issue no. 9
Someday, you may find the rain knocking on your window, seeking shelter for the night. ‘I am being hunted like a wild beast,’ it may say in a small voice dripping with the smell of desolation and musty fables.