By Abin Chakraborty

Issue no 17

In the stillness of dawn, to sighs I've asked
Their lineage and destiny untold.
Flitting among shelves full of papers and books
They've whispered me tales full of petals now torn
Amid debris of silence that piles along walls

By Sayan Aich Bhowmik

Issue no. 16

I remember last winter
Reserved for sighing milky-ways into the fireplace
I ran into someone at the marketplace
Where lonely men display their solitude in crystal jars
Someone, wearing the same perfume
That you smeared on yourself after a shower.
The highways that have howled at midnight

By Pervin Saket

Issue no. 15

And so in these final days, everything
that can be fixed is fixed.
She is tired of a rundown world
seen through mismatched curtains
and one blurry cornea.

By Nivedita

Issue no. 14

I sit in front of the Waukesha Public Library
staring at the staircase 
I spent mornings on it,
munching my half-burnt breakfast, hurriedly.