Fiction & Poetry
Love belongs to me too
I see people and places,
Couples and crushes
I hear giggles and whispers.
These are the secrets untold to me.
By Gayathri
March 1, 2023
Lockdown Logs
Why does the gap feel so wide no matter how much I explain, again and again, that I do not mean to hurt him… hurt any of them? I feel torn… but Amma and Appa need my help at home. Lockdown has been so damn hard.
By Kaveri
April 18, 2024
Living in Manbir Colony
Days upon days rushed by, tatoh chiya, alu thukpa, chicken cowrie, and beer kept us warm during the rejections.
By Hitaishi Gautam
April 18, 2024
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
Home-coming
The morning was heavy, laden with the weight of expectation, with the unsettling realisation that something was about to shift.
By Niv, Vanshika Gupta, Anjani Chadha
November 19, 2024
Having a Tea with You
On calls your voice greets me, balm to the parched everything.
By Carol D'Souza
October 15, 2025
Fragile Facts and Fearless Feelings
That little baby born in spring,
Shall “he” identify as Queer?
Regardless, Polaris feels queer!
By Khawahish
November 19, 2024
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
Eden’s Witness
Today I told him that rain wasn’t from evaporation or condensation. I said clouds cried because they missed water so much.
By Taarina Therese Chandiramani
September 18, 2025
Dissociation
Who is this that works my hand?
Who is this that moves my pen?
Touch is a beetle creeping on this foreign thing
That wears my body like an evening.
By Jhelum Mukherjee
February 2, 2023