The Tea Always Gets Over, Such Is The Complain

Art by Henriette Ronner Knip

Sad souls seeking salvation: slowly sipping sips of saline tea - too much salt in the sea and their eyes; the sea floods, their eyes do not. To their rescue comes whiffs of smoke blown from cigarettes stuck between their coarse lips devoid of kisses; when they are not stuck between their lips, they are… Continue reading The Tea Always Gets Over, Such Is The Complain

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

ऊबन-दूबन

Icarus Drowning

आसमां बेहता है बादलों को बाहों में लेके, मैं बेहता हूं जब तुम बाहों में होती हो। बाहों में होती भी हो क्या? आज रात बाहें हमारी खाली है, कल रात भी खाली थी, कल भी शायद खाली होंगी। खालीपन है भरा पड़ा, भरा भी तो है ये दिल तो तुम्हारे प्यार से। सांस लूं… Continue reading ऊबन-दूबन

मोरनी

Peacock

उमंग ने राह ली तुम्हारे रस्ते — धूप को चेहरे पर लपोता, निकल पड़ा, खोंसे कान में एक मोर का टूटा पंख। मैं तो शायद मोर हूं तुम्हारे लिए, पर अबकी बार बरसात ही नहीं होती। *** Find the art here.

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