Quietly and efficiently I have killed all your lovers Utpal. Now it does not matter whether you are with me or with Francesca.
I don’t know exactly how to address you, and I don’t know whether it’s improper to write to you. As for myself, I care two hoots about propriety and “you-must-not-do-this” sort of attitude. This absolutely silly preface humiliates me because I hate to give explanations, and the beginning of my letter (if you choose to…
Living at the peripheries of several worlds/Deciphering gibberish from empty words. New poetry by Saumya Baijal.
In 1971/I was one of the hundred/Thousand strong/Rag-tag army. New poetry by Kaiser Haq.
I confuse memory with wine/like clouds with peaks/Something like a rainbow/is exploding in my brain/something like rain/is pouring under my skin. New poetry by K. Satchidanandan.