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A Soap Bubble and a Couple of Revolutions
Posted on 28/12/2010 | 1 CommentKishore Kumar Nightly train journeys lead me to the inevitable: The chilly winds stir up memories of a winter we refused to pull down the shutters, And the incessant sway... -
The Other Side
Posted on 15/12/2010 | No CommentsBy Karan Sood A collection of 5 short poems Girl friend Lets explore about our orientation, and the only required apparatus for experiment is a girlfriend. The ‘straight’ gay panics:... -
Process
Posted on 15/12/2010 | 5 CommentsBy George Henderson Mon beau! Why was my distinctive predilection bestowed on you? There was a laugh, and a silent beat… And I thought, this was apposite, Was I wrong,... -
How does he say the word
Posted on 15/12/2010 | 1 CommentBy Abhishek Chaudhary When he uses swear words Wheedling on the tip of his tongue Like automatic bloopers “Bitch” becomes a hyperbolic sigh Of his most innate threads. He enunciates... -
The soft rain
Posted on 15/12/2010 | 6 CommentsBy Sourendra Kumar Das At this moment.. nothing else in the life seemed more important than this. There was a burning urgency in both of them. It seemed then that,... -
Evensong
Posted on 15/12/2010 | No CommentsBy Niyor Summer breeze White flowers Fragrant nights Another season is almost over. You’re still not here. In my rented home I drink alone. I’ve wiped my tears What on... -
Moments
Posted on 15/12/2010 | 1 CommentBy Hadi Hussain A few moments are left. Just a few moments more, And I’ll depart from this city, from his city. Moments are all we have. It was a... -
ReQuest !
Posted on 15/12/2010 | No CommentsBy Chaitanya Long rutted roads; let him choose . Just give him a chance, don’t make him lose. Not a single way is clear, like the truest tear . Then... -
Beginnings
Posted on 15/12/2010 | No CommentsBy Maryam Laith Beginnings Come from Endings And out of my endless deserts and my infinite pain, comes the rain once again and birth once again. This flooding of emotions... -
Let Me Live
Posted on 15/12/2010 | 2 CommentsBy Sourendra Kumar Das Let me live the way I want to live I have assembled myself in the way I wanted to be Let the things that I have... -
It was in his arms that
Posted on 15/12/2010 | 1 CommentBy Anirudh Induchudan It was in his arms that I learned how to dream It was in his arms that I felt night is cold outside. The hands once placed...
