Poem
रात दबे पाँव न जाने कहाँ भागती रहती है
नींद की गलियों में क्यों कर छुप-छुपा कर
ख़्वाबों के मुलायम धागे बाँधती रहती है
By Salil Saroj
November 15, 2018
The Questions Game
What is something I do that makes you feel good?
when you lay your hands on the upper part of my back
where do you feel it – on your body – when i say i love you?
February 1, 2016
On the day my lover would die
I would once again be theirs, in memory, on the day my lover would die.
By Sara Haque
April 18, 2024
Jasmine Stains
Desire is a man’s turf, right up there with moustaches and Adam’s apples / I’m the apple, I am the snake, I am Eve / I am the vibrator nestled between flimsy, cheap lace underwear / I am the shame, of saying I came
By Malini Gopalakrishnan
January 2, 2019
Identity’s Dance
From silver screens to pages penned,
Our identities explored, where journeys never end.
By Shruti Sharma
March 18, 2024
I will meet you post quarantine
A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we…
By Aishwarya Shrivastav
December 1, 2021
Extra Large
“Large will not fit you.” / She is scoping me, up and down, eyes / Flicking fast and darting away…“Try extra-large instead.”
By Damini Kulkarni
January 3, 2023
Extra Large
“Large will not fit you.” / She is scoping me, up and down, eyes / Flicking fast and darting away / From the roundness of my breasts / To the happy jiggle of my thighs.
By Damini Kulkarni
August 2, 2016
At Chattar Manzil
We are two boys in our early twenties
who can read touch like that, who have broken into
a 200-year-old mansion, without permission,
to see from above where people like them go
after 377 has been read down only for those
who can stay behind closed doors — in the custody
of cheap hotels, or houses that welcome nights
with the sound of latches closing.
By Aditya Vikram
February 16, 2023