Fragments of Forgotten Memory As they say, “If you don’t continue to remember someone for one month straight, you forget them” Like a lost ship in a storm, I rush. To the lighthouse, they give. Like a fly newborn, I rush. To the fire, they feed. Like a drowning ship, I weigh. Dreaming of the…
All posts in Issue 4, April 2023
Soumyanetra
Nothing would matter… If I didn’t write anymore It would not matter Nothing that does not happen, matters Just like people who are not there Don’t matter Like their presence itself weighed down And everything suddenly feels Lighter and less burdened Like raindrops in the air No matter how natural they seem They are but…
Shruti Lahiri
Then why? I belong to this side of the city, I call it my own. I am a memory to the other side, But to me it is not unknown. Why stands this precipice? Between the two The river flows, Tearing the soil apart into two. If so, then why does a bud blossom on…
Sangeeta Dey Roy
The Downpour The renditions of the rain , Through poetry pieces , Through musical notes, Did that little miracle , At the lowest ebb Where she stood . Her steps …she could not retrace. She was lost in the murky blur. He ( believed as her mortal master) had created. Which caught her unawares Threatening…
Sangeeta Banerjee
Black Bird Now I take retreating steps, As I watch the sky Filled with the aroma of freedom, Cherished but unfound. Death brings me closer to the clouds, As I am freed from the age-old hue and cry. As I was alive, I had a wish to fly. But I was caught between two tight…
Saheli Mitra
I Burn Yes, I burn, I burn like the red hot tungsten bulb that glowed in your dingy dark corner churning acid. Tongues shouting mindless blows, blazing my cells to break free from the shackles of shame. But I always wished to burn like your sun which leaps in a frenzied halo, every time clouds…
Sarban Bhattacharya
Anxiety and Escitalopram Let me make a plan of it, Whether or not to utilise the time Before it starts off again, The sudden feat of descension Into the abyss of numbness. Let us make a plan of it, Whether to rewind the reel of time, And retrieve the joy of new-found life. Let me…
Rudrajit Paul
The Colours of Rain Rain is blue in the dreamless city, Falling like drops of self-loathing and pity. Shapeless faces look blue and pale- As the drizzle hangs like a nameless veil Hiding all that is lively and pretty. The colour of city rain is green, Like the dusty leaves regaining their sheen. Leaves of…
Rohit Dey
The Keepers of Winter Has it always been cold? Or it’s just me being prone to shiver! I know the warmth fluctuates here, And gusts of wind shift multitudes… As leaves turn yellow, they shed them. As new lateral buds protrude From dead leprous barks, They prune back their length to a former shape, bonsai…
Rajorshi Patranabis
Denial Crippling assortment Lucid words cloud Prisms of versed contradiction Wobbled into poetic impotence Looked around Scarce dollops of insanity Creeps of webbed catastrophe Deformed slings strip in shame That lost hunch Intuitive notion woken insights Silent screams hammer in delight Tired breath and its cursed culpability Through your answered denials My arrogant faith slogs…