By Roshma Vijay
In the breezy weather
You drop down
From one platter to another
Rhythmic
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By Roshma Vijay
In the breezy weather
You drop down
From one platter to another
Rhythmic
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Static the water
Waste flavoured; thirty sixth floor
My building: Lakeview
By Roshma Vijay
City Lights slowly fades away
Like a flower that shrinks
And then withers away.
Continue reading “Darkness and women”By Shilpa Suresh
In the seam of dust and shore and all those colors,
the weary buildings still had thousands of tales to narrate
Be it of the young man struggling to manage the bags,
or the tiny totes chirping around the bustling crowd.
Continue reading “The Long Lost Tales”By Roshma Vijay
City sounds or city narratives
Morning …
begins with traffic sounds
Screeching car horns
Battling 2 wheelers
Cursing noises.
Continue reading “City sounds”By Devika K
To the city that took me away from my home,
Not necessarily kidnapped, but lured me away with promises of better education, lifestyle and the much celebrated city life.
Like the little girl lured by the cunning man who promised chocolates, I ran into your captivity.
Continue reading “Stockholm Syndrome”by Debolina Patra
Can you hear it?
Someone is drilling through the heart of the city.
I spend sleepless nights
listening to her silent screams of agony
that drift through the pores of the earth.
I cry myself to sleep
Continue reading “Spaces Between the Voids”by Rajat Sebastian
Everything was perfect
The A/c, vent and drive
There were even toffies
to welcome you with a smile.
By Christina C.Kattikatt
Can we love a foreign city more than our own?
even though we may have nothing here to call our own,
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