Sat Ur Days

Art by Jeff Levitch

The week passes with little knowing of my cat growing - sinking her claws into my palms gently than ever - my hand displays the white lines of her scratches on my dry, brown skin. The sunlight peeks in through the door which is left open, awaiting your arrival - but arrives only the sunlight… Continue reading Sat Ur Days

बिना पेंदे के प्याले

Art by Andrea Meyer

जान जाती है जब आप उठ कर जाते हो, या फिर बस ऐसा लगता है हमें। ये जो जान है वो सिमट कर रह जाती है हमारी मुट्ठी में। इन एहसासों को भर देता एक कटोरे में, और घोल के पी जाता एक प्याले में जिस पर लिखा था आपका नाम कभी। जब आपके रस्ते… Continue reading बिना पेंदे के प्याले

Lovers in March

Art by Jian Wei Shen

Lovers in March spent in each other's arms. The Sun glistens the newly-emerged sweat-beads. The cold north Breeze kisses their perspiration dry, and yet they lie with a will to perspire more. Words are not spoken in numbers great, neither of the two fret, but at each other's sealed lips they plant kisses; must their… Continue reading Lovers in March