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-Piyush Raj
Spit out pinecone parts
apples stacked on wooden carts
cold wind through doors
ghost town and bloodied floors
-Mayank Jaiswal
What will you be doing two-thousand years from now, my dear?
Would these pointless fights have ceased, and the helpless cries disappeared?
-Tamanna Priyadarshini Nayak
First a giggling girl, short and stout
With a naïve smile and occasional pouts
She welcomed strangers with an open heart
And silly conversations she would start...
-Sobhana Pramod
appa used to have a baby goat in older angamaly, back in the 80s when houses didn’t have concrete walls or metal fences
-Aasim
October
The month of Fall
Our worlds fell apart
And I fell, deeper than I ever did.
-Jasmine Das
What does it mean to be the one who is broken?
Cracked, half, incomplete, inconclusive
Waiting, working, ageing, repeating
-Apurav Mahajan
your body like an apple in between my arms, a sweet apple, the sweetest apple held close to my heart, that means, my lips
