Vandana Parashar Aditi Mahajan Bindu Saxena Debjeet Mukherjee
Divya Garg Anila Mathew Vivek Jagari Mukherjee Javeria Kausar
Likha George Shivani Dua Shloka Shankar
Shobhana Kumar Vaidyanathapuram Shankar Drishti Nagdeo
Horns singing, starry headlights
I smelt the flowers
Licked what butterfly had to
What else would I do?
Middle of nowhere;
Few red flowers and green thorns,
Not rose but cactus!
Smiles in old age
Enclosing tiny finger
But will the rose tints
Be scraped away like fish scales
Anila Mathew Vivek
like memories in a jar
color the skies blue
Calm, tranquil water
with bodies in its belly-
Motley demons straggle her
Violated and bashed to death
Baby, I cry hoarse for thee.
Pangs of grief gripping tight,
Tears bring relief
en plein air the redness of birdsong
moon craters our fights like a sickle
The martyr sees self
Lying still, covered with wreaths,
Guns booming salute.
The moon soothes me; like the sea,
It moves the poet inside me.