Fiction & Poetry
Poem: Age 7
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: ‘The thing about crushes’
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: ‘A debauchee’s ode to self-love’
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
Patriarchy Won’t Let Me Masturbate
That’s all the big roles and ethics
All there to fulfil.
Another task,
Another box to tick
Another concrete path to rush
Quick, simple and straight.
By Shashwat
June 16, 2023
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
Not Quite Anything
He didn’t wear his identity on his sleeve, and therefore he seemed more real than most people who did.
By Taarina Therese Chandiramani
May 19, 2025
Not Quite Anything
He didn’t wear his identity on his sleeve, and therefore he seemed more real than most people who did.
By Taarina Therese Chandiramani
January 16, 2026
No Birds No Bees
Aria walked into her school’s auditorium, giggling with the rest of the girls, because they were about to have their very first Sex Ed workshop.
By Aradhana Phadke Sardesai
December 18, 2024
June 1, 2023
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
October 17, 2024
Loving Yourself
We carve strangers’ words onto our skin
like tattoos to be flaunted while hiding away
everything that we are from within.
By Aashi Singh
October 17, 2024
Lovers as plants in a kitchen garden
“Life’s too small without freshly cut coriander
Generously sprinkled on kadhai chicken.
Mint leaves blitzing their way with tomatoes
Ripe from the vine to the fingers dripping chutney –
Fragrances of earth between all this concrete.”
By Lavanya Arora
July 17, 2023