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By Mrinalini Harchandrai
Issue no. 10
They step out
when you sleep
or you’ve left the house
we gauge their size
from whorls in flour
or ant lines to fallen honey
By Rochelle Potkar
Issue no. 10
Waters when they evaporate, meet …
at a global conference, to speak of fish dropouts
By Marinella Proenca
Issue no. 10
The cogu echoes its koyal song
glibly — pitching its scores along spring’s tapestry: of birthing pods
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.
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 Salil Chaturvedi
Issue no. 10
from this
great
height I
jettison
(lavender-smelling Kiran, are you listening?)
my seed into the
night of Mumbai towards the
ovum of earth