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By Sonnet Mondal
Issue no. 11
The mango tree which I reared
is lost today somewhere
in the jungle of my wishes.
By Pitambar Naik
Issue no. 11
Water has no colour, sky is not a trousseau
it’s the likeliness of MF Hussain’s paintings
By Salil Chaturvedi
Issue no. 11
It's hard going to the marsh with her.
It's mid-day. We are at my secret
place and the white lilies are in bloom.
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
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 Chandramohan S
Issue no. 11
Every river in my land
Is a pulsating relic of an
Epic outliving its origin.