Fiction & Poetry
Katha(k)ar
The governing eyes throughout history have dictated the acceptable forms of the performance of sex.
By Ayushi Dubey
February 15, 2024
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
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
I want to 377 you so bad (and Other Poems)
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 never liked your beanie
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
By Hritvika Lakhera
May 4, 2023
Embracing Self
Why must others judge her appearance and grace
When true beauty is not confined to a face?
In a world obsessed with the outer shell,
She knows in her heart inner beauty dwells.
By Shruti Sharma
October 19, 2023
Did you see?
They’ punch him
with the pejorative
‘sissy’
and blame him for his smooth skin
and pink lips
for all ‘their’
disoriented gazes.
March 1, 2023
Constructing Pillars
Unbiased academic Pillars Stand rock hard and Straight-shoot to the sky. Pillars My teacher tells me all…
By Bhavyakirti Singh
April 5, 2021
Coming out as small
They lay eyes on him, they see a body out of the gym. A black, thick beard, in a need…
By Abdullah Erikat
August 10, 2023
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
November 20, 2023
