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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
Our bodies are waterwaiting to dockat the shoresand give the voyage its closure.It didn’t happen.
By Joseph Furtado
Come now kiss me for his sake,Take a thousand kisses, takeFather dear is dead and gone,I am left here all forlorn.
By Mrinalini Harchandrai
She dreams in curryriceand handchurns policieswith the cool bladeof her grandmother’s tales;
By Manohar Shetty
He’s gone native, intoOrigami and embroidery,Pottery from local clay, puppetry,Kite making, wooden toys,
By Roanna Gonsalves
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
The world might forget us,but we will continueto live on as an aftertasteon all the tonguesthat never give uppronouncing the word love.
By Brian Mendonça
Ebb tide on the ZuariThe barges furrow the seabedThe fishnets starkIn the morning sunThe waters, a muddy grey.
Driving hometo a lonely bed,longing, in every bone.The radio spews outsongs of love and lust.
By Marinella Proença
Issue no. 8
What yanks him from a cozy bedWhat harkens him before the redBall peeps: wakes up from sleepTo scatter light from antiquity