By Rini. R. Mathew
Issue no 18
Orange, yellow, red hues of festivity
shines on my gloomy panes of sanctity
three of you gleam in pride
donned in effervescent loins of tide
No attire could better describe your magnitude
By Sayan Aich Bhowmik
Issue no. 16
I remember last winter
Reserved for sighing milky-ways into the fireplace
I ran into someone at the marketplace
Where lonely men display their solitude in crystal jars
Someone, wearing the same perfume
That you smeared on yourself after a shower.
The highways that have howled at midnight