Fiction & Poetry

Poem: Age 7
Black and white picture of a child covering their face

tender lips that had forgotten, momentarily, the taste of mother’s milk and couldn’t tell the silence of the womb from…

By Mukesh
February 1, 2014
Poem: Age 7
Poems
an abstract painting of various shades of green and blue

Girl, when you blow your boy, or boy, when you go down on her, or when both of you use…

By Akhil Katyal
October 1, 2014
Poems
I want to 377 you so bad (and Other Poems)
Abstract painting of a distorted face outlined with bold lines

i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your…

By Akhil Katyal
June 17, 2015
I want to 377 you so bad (and Other Poems)
Two Poems: ‘Tongue’ & ‘Names’

You speak in so many tongues to me as you journey languorously down my body.

By Damini Kulkarni
May 1, 2018
Two Poems: ‘Tongue’ & ‘Names’
Poems by Nhylar
A watercolour image of a woman

1. A Certain Type of Life  since the age of 16 I idealised a certain type of life involving certain…

By Nhylar
July 1, 2020
Poems by Nhylar
Poem: ‘A debauchee’s ode to self-love’
A black and white picture of a person’s legs folded in the form of v

All I have known of loving men is emotional labour, And by that, I mean back-breaking, soul-sucking toil, Oh, the relief of carrying nothing but yourself, Oh, the relief of taking nothing but pleasure from their sex

By Malini Gopalakrishnan
February 1, 2021
Poem: ‘A debauchee’s ode to self-love’
Poem: ‘The thing about crushes’
A picture of a rainbow coloured heart hanging on a wall

The thing about crushes, is that eventually they stop being that. I’m not saying love dies or anything, I’m just saying, that Love never was and sometimes it takes a few months of tumbling across perfumed bedsheets

By Breton Lalama
February 1, 2021
Poem: ‘The thing about crushes’
Jessica Singh’s Poetry

SPREAD. BUT NOT READ   I feel like you walk over me, all over me, Your gait was long and…

By Jessica
April 5, 2021
Jessica Singh’s Poetry
Murderously simple thing

“She rightly read the moment while I stumbled through a second-hand text.” – Jeanette Winterson   But second-hand texts lay…

By Carol D'Souza
April 5, 2021
Murderously simple thing
Constructing Pillars
A low angle photograph of whitish coloured pillars/columns on a building

Unbiased academic                                                                  Pillars   Stand rock hard and Straight-shoot to the sky.                                                         Pillars   My teacher tells me all…

By Bhavyakirti Singh
April 5, 2021
Constructing Pillars
There I sat down and wept

“Be yourself, Sarah. Awkward smiles, empty silences, weird laughter, and all. It’s just a part of being human. Loving someone physically is never not awkward. Even if it’s a monogamous relationship. It’s only the comfort of familiarity that makes you think otherwise.”

By Anna Lynn
April 19, 2021
There I sat down and wept
I will meet you post quarantine
An impression of red lips on a white surface.

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
I will meet you post quarantine
Three Poems: ‘Untitled’, ‘Alchemy’ & ‘Third date’
A photograph depicting two hands reaching towards each other, but not touching, in a darkened backdrop

He said ‘tender’ today/in such a way/I thought/I’d definitely like him saying/dirty things to me

By Carol D'Souza
February 1, 2022
Three Poems: ‘Untitled’, ‘Alchemy’ & ‘Third date’
Two Poems: ‘Stepwells’ & ‘In the Dimly Lit Room’
Held between a thumb and the index finger is the delineation of a golden-yellow leaf with sunlight shining on it.

Just like on a misty morning,
we both
sit
without a shred of adornment
on these ancient stepwells
and the call of the hummingbirds
offer us sensations,
imagination,
and our innocence

By Prithvijeet Sinha
May 3, 2022
Two Poems: ‘Stepwells’ & ‘In the Dimly Lit Room’
Two Poems: ‘Only sometimes’ & ‘No filter’
Photo of a trees in a forest. There is little distance between the trees. At the centre is a singular tree with twisting and gnarly branches.
Sometimes my love is as expansive as the earth itself Patient None of the restlessness of a filly
By Carol D'Souza
May 3, 2022
Two Poems: ‘Only sometimes’ & ‘No filter’
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