Refugee by Manisha Manhas

1. when the worm- bitten memories; decided to consume us We offered them a part of our hearts. And took a flight over a river.   To reach a land called Home.   Steeped in the memory of a lane- the silence of a town. A market of corpses,   … Read more →

Two Poems by Arnab Chakraborty

1 Today, like most days There were a lot of people in the market Of poetry. The highest were of course Like finest chinaware Created with love devotion and sacrifice, And like all great things in the market Received little attention And littler reward. The 200 rupee poems were being … Read more →

Incipience and other poems

Taseer Gujral ~ incipience ~   the place i come from does not exist anymore it was a soluble continent a filigree of gold and green fed by a maze of five rivers it survived the wounds of a land divided and a savage holocaust only to hear the sufi … Read more →

A Former Police Officer Remembers Jagmohan Days

Masood Hussain writes about a “witness to the goriest 1990s, former police officer Israr Khan was part of the set-up that escorted Kashmiri Pandits, out of Kashmir, on Jagmohan’s directions. His clan served the Dogra army for decades but was hit by the division of India to the extent that … Read more →

India Weaponizing Spiritual Tourism

Pilgrims headed to the divided region of Kashmir get armed guards and national encouragement — if they’re Hindu. By Raksha Kumar This article was first published in Foreign Policy   SRINAGAR, INDIA: An Indian Hindu pilgrim begins his trek to one of the holiest Hindu shrines at the Amarath cave … Read more →

Tattoos and Commitments

Abishake Koul   I met her when she was young, She had a tattoo of a Chinar leaf, And the leaf had a bullet hole in it, Even the tattooed leaf had withered.   Her voice quivered when she spoke, Of guns brushing against her body, And then she showed … Read more →

Wait, where are all the men?

Padmashri Maddala   Wait: Where are all the men? Women, young and old Family, friends and relatives, All around her women bustle as, moist memories flood their blank eyes thin strands of old bonds cling on mutely. The jaded mirror on the wall stares back in turmoil, Can she wear … Read more →

Memoir and other poems

Minerva   MEMOIR Loving you I’ve outloved myself. How does a desperate person love? till the point of desperation and a little more. A yawn stretched to a sigh in the corner of my eye swims a black dot. A black fairy flies to the sky and smothers it black … Read more →