Fiction & Poetry
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: 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
Poems by Nhylar
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
Sins that can’t be washed away
Like some perverted Pavlovian desire,
the wafting smell of fresh soap
that fills up the air in the bath
has my pupils dilate when walking out.
By Hritvika Lakhera
June 1, 2023
The Anatomy of a Queer Body
I smell the judgement
and the disappointment
of my parents as I enter the hall;
it stinks of their silence on my sexuality.
By Gokul Prabhu
June 16, 2023
The Banyan Tree
It’s clear Ms. Nisha is not here to shame them or lecture them. She’s here to give them words when they have none.
By Taarina Therese Chandiramani
December 18, 2024
The Two Worlds of a Bi Poet
In my flesh, I must pass
for straight…
But in the digital world,
I can be me.
By M.A. Dubbs
December 18, 2023
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
Things other than maths I tried doing, and failed miserably
Waxing my body for the first time last year to have silky skin like the women on Veet’s box but ended up with rashes instead.
By Greeshma
Three Poems: “I dreamt…”, “The day…”, and “Wedding Album”
I always thought I’d get married in a white mekhla-sador, the paht soft and warming, so in cool weather please.
By Unmana
October 17, 2024
Three Poems: ‘Untitled’, ‘Alchemy’ & ‘Third date’
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
Two Poems: “Hidden Costs of Promiscuity” and “Volition”
I gargle away the itch in the tonsils accompanying this persistent flu.
By Carol D'Souza
April 18, 2024