Category: NAW Poetry

‘Apology To My Body’ by Megha Rao

Megha Rao

Body, you are a miracle. Blemish, dark spot and mole; cellulite, layered skin, or skeleton frame, they (who they?) decided numbers for you. Waist sizes, hip sizes, thunder thighs, needle arms, beautiful, ugly (skinny, fat, thin, curvy, busty, chubby, blah,…

‘The dying of the day’ by Lily C. Fen

Lily C. Fen

Lying on an island of sand that appeared thirty minutes ago.   the season’s low tide has given way to the day’s current.   Here is my island   Lady Sun sleepy   she slowly slides behind the mountains at…

‘Un Answered’ by N S Abhayakumar

Why is it glowing, like candles over the grave of dreams , the radiance of affection. Why is it flowing on; like a veil over the face of fate , the river of voids. Why is it lingering on even…

‘Soporific’ by Rony Nair

Rony Nair

In your town again, the landmarks look newer; Shinier, this used to be my town too.   it no longer is.   school holidays bring kids in droves into nests and town centres with play areas that compensate in the…

‘The Worship room’ by Afshan Shafi

Afshan Shafi

I saw what green walls, they had cocooned you in, with the refrain of your rosaries, brighter and brighter each evening, hemic knots cored and plucked into half moons, gold -sheaved narcissi starred with cochineal, the lilt of your white…

‘The two petals of selfhood’ by Afshan Shafi

Afshan Shafi

  They justified this war. they justified the fathomless amongst paper tulips and stars made of glue, ink and real hugs. Beyond this the world utters one silver sentence an hour. Beyond the woodcuts of us, the catty and lurid…

‘The Real Lonely kind’ by Afshan Shafi

Afshan Shafi

  ‘Coquetry is a triumph of the spirit over the senses’ Coco Chanel   Somethings are too unlovely to discover. the commonest toad has its emerald articulations to suffer. it has perhaps a comely defense, many pale islands of symmetry…

‘Ganga’ by Kavitha Rath

Kavitha Rath

  In my third eye, I rose out of the Potomac through sun-pierced cloudlight, Ophelianic, offering slippery selkie love to the self-ordained fashionites who reject my cinnamon-laced libation, sacred gift of release.   They trample the ashes in their gauche…

‘You are my brother’ by Gonzalinho da Costa

Gonzalinho Da Costa

I saw you dirty, sleeping in the street, Your dry hide, carbon smudged ancient pottery, Your fingernails, black as oil pooling in the driveway, Your hair spiked like hawk feathers clumped by doormat mud. I mistook you for an asphalt…

‘TAG-ULAN’ by Gonzalinho da Costa

Gonzalinho Da Costa

Earth dwells in a tent, suffused in light weakly estranged from darkness. The lowering sky is a mordant mangkukulam, invisible. He eyeballs anxious passersby chary of tripping bolts of black magic. Moisture wafting from the soil lingers indefinably like fine…