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Pictures from the old box by Ashutosh

[tabby title="Poem"] Pictures from the old box always take us to the forgotten past. Waking from the illimitable sleep, now my old body is submerged into the deep sea, I slip into a new outer shell. Only consciousness crosses over....

Pictures from the old box by Ashutosh

[tabby title="Poem"] Pictures from the old box always take us to the forgotten past. Waking from the illimitable sleep, now my old body is submerged into the deep sea, I slip into a new outer shell. Only consciousness crosses over....

Rituals by Aneek Chatterjee

[tabby title="Poem"] My heart beats fasthalf a kilometer before the train stationEvery day at the junction, a terrible traffic jammocks the morning sun& the lady with scarlet red lipsthrows me a kiss from the lamppostI want to hang myself in....

Remember the Roses by Meg

[tabby title="Poem"] Your words haven’t let me sleep-Pierced more than I had measuredUn-physical words-Words within digits and pixels,They don’t have a voice.There is madness around me,I’m watching rough cinemas,Inside my comforter,On a sultry, summer night-With a thick breeze aroundThat’s ghosting...

Bruises shine like a cierge and some are fighters by Kaushiki Ishwar

[tabby title="Poem"] I have a lot on my body,Like I have been in a warLike I have stolen my own beautyIt petrifies me,Like I can never amend Every night I fall asleepWith the forced hope,That my body will instinctively react...