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
By Salil Chaturvedi
My first memoryis of standingin the middleof a narrow iron bridge,legs akimbo
By Suneeta Peres da Costa
Issue no. 7
At the turn off to the temple, smoke rises in the hills. In the fields, two women, red and green dhotis, bend to pick the dry grasses for cattle feed. The new paddy is yet to be sown ...
By Rochelle Potkar
Issue no. 6
Spring migrationPraying in the directionOf home
By Manohar Shetty
We’re the avant-gardeLandscape designersLeaving for posterityA palette of red ponds
By Abeer Y. Hoque
Walk the path between the treesSodium helix to the seas
By Sandeep B. Doifode
Issue no. 5
Looking from a crack, a tiny crack ...
By R. B. VeluskarTranslated from the Konkani by Augusto Pinto
The Sky asked "Am I Being or Non-Being?'
Issue no. 4
The souls have moved on,The bodies still partOf the ground.
By Frederika Menezes
Issue no. 3
A whistle in the windOf a long dreamed dream