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Angerfish by Minal Hajratwala

tongue sucking spine / vertebra by vertebra

Address by Mani Rao

But I still wait for my perch in your arms

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;

How to Wear an Indian Village by Kuzhali Manickavel

If you are a man, have two tender coconuts even though they will make you

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

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

Nickname by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

I put jasmine oil on my wrist. / You draped my tiny shoulders

Eaten Alive by Margaret Mascarenhas

Cannibal lover / you began with the lips

Visiting Indira Gandhi’s Palmist by Kirun Kapur

You looked at Her hand, but you didn’t save Her from a firing squad.

Taj Mahal-adori by Vidhu Aggarwal

I’m nostalgic for sensation, circa 1631:

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

Cutter by Rajiv Mohabir

Now,/hide your darkness in lines—/who reads poetry anyway?

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

The Abduction by Leeya Mehta

crammed strawberries into angels’ mouths but they / would not keep silent

Engraving of a Bison on Stone by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

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

Refusing Rama by Subhashini Kaligotla

Like a clay pot / she swelled, leaking me ...

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.

One-eyed by Meena Kandasamy

dhanam sees a world torn in half. / her left eye, lid open but ...

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.

No Sex Please, She Might Hear by Jane Bhandari

Hey yaar, you hussy, who you / Calling on my husband’s cell-phone

Skype Window by Sumana Roy

someone said you have “tribal shoulders”.

Turn Away by Dipika Mukherjee

from hemp ropes on slender necks, the embroidery glinting

Cafè Mozart by Arjun Rajendran

The word in my mind is / gedankenexperiment;

Brink by Anindita Sengupta

We limp- / toed into womanhood in spotless socks,