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By Salil Chaturvedi
Issue no. 10
from thisgreatheight Ijettison(lavender-smelling Kiran, are you listening?)my seed into thenight of Mumbai towards theovum of earth
By Mrinalini Harchandrai
They step outwhen you sleepor you’ve left the housewe gauge their sizefrom whorls in flouror ant lines to fallen honey
By Rochelle Potkar
Waters when they evaporate, meet …at a global conference, to speak of fish dropouts
By Marinella Proenca
The cogu echoes its koyal songglibly — pitching its scores along spring’s tapestry: of birthing pods
By Paresh Tiwari
Issue no. 9
Someday, you may find the rain knocking on your window, seeking shelter for the night. ‘I am being hunted like a wild beast,’ it may say in a small voice dripping with the smell of desolation and musty fables.
By Saima Afreen
Our bodies are waterwaiting to dockat the shoresand give the voyage its closure.It didn’t happen.
By Joseph Furtado
Come now kiss me for his sake,Take a thousand kisses, takeFather dear is dead and gone,I am left here all forlorn.
She dreams in curryriceand handchurns policieswith the cool bladeof her grandmother’s tales;
By Manohar Shetty
He’s gone native, intoOrigami and embroidery,Pottery from local clay, puppetry,Kite making, wooden toys,
By Roanna Gonsalves
A sari’s drape is nothing like a suit;A pin-striped jacket’s cut is far more slick;When glass and bamboo ceilings need the boot,They say a trouser’d likely do the trick.