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Where I Come From by Shikha Malaviya

My country is ahimsa, / My country is loaded gun

Malayalam’s Ghazal by Jeet Thayil

Open your windows to the fresh air of Malayalam.

Erratum by Ellen Kombiyil

others remember differently of course / their echoes are echoes rippling

Mediterranean by Sudeep Sen

A bright red boat / Yellow capsicums / Blue fishing nets

5.46, Andheri Local by Arundhati Subramaniam

to dice carrots / or dice a lover

Invisible Poetry by Himali Singh Soin

Metaphors like buds bursting through peeling walls in Lhasa.

Pankti in Five Padas by Ravi Shankar

So you remember Superman, / not Shaktimaan, veal not enthu / cutlets

Cutting the Sun by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

rasp-red and muscled as the tongues / of iguanas. They are trying to lick

How To Write A Poem by Bhanu Kapil

Have carnal encounters with anyone but another poet.

Memoir by Vijay Seshadri

If I wrote that story now — / radioactive to the end of time —

Catabolism by Tsering Wangmo Dhompa

a house catches fire; a body snaps as a matchstick or a leer;

‘A work of art is a problem’   by Sridala Swami

Down the avenue of swift and invisible nudes / a thin, brittle demon

The Morning After the Festival by Tanya Mendonsa

...a solitary form wrapped in grey: it seems to float on water.

The Cardiologist’s daughter contemplates a heart by Natasha K. Moni

When will science/learn what her father knows/—the heart is a house

Castaway by Menka Shivdasani

I saw the Brahmaputra in your eyes,/and dipped my small canoe.

The Gloves by Ayesha Chatterjee

suddenly marvelling at the miracle of your/knitted burgundy fingers, flesh

Drift by Sohini Basak

this evening my memory turned translucent/ like the bloom of moon jellyfish

Yellow Curtains by Anjum Hasan

The curtains are an act of selfishness./They turn the house neat, guiltless

Engraving of a Bison on Stone by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

The land resists/Because it cannot be/Tempted, or broken

A Brief Explanation of Mr. Subramanian’s Accent by Vivek Narayanan

The simple if mildly scandalous truth was that his accent/changed.

Jungle Book by Srikanth Reddy

Once as we scavenged in the jungle I asked my friend/about sadness.

The Goddess Left Behind by Vandana Khanna

When a girl can dream and not be frightened

Shiva, She Will Rise by Nabina Das

she will show her lotus palms, / nails of orphaned nights.

Skype Window by Sumana Roy

someone said you have “tribal shoulders”.

Cafè Mozart by Arjun Rajendran

The word in my mind is / gedankenexperiment;

Brink by Anindita Sengupta

We limp- / toed into womanhood in spotless socks,