The corners of her mouth rise up occasionally, as if she knows -
as if she knows that the whole day, I struggle to find the words which describe what goes on in my mind,
all the things I want to tell her; how her skin reminds me of the soil that I grew up on, how her dangerous eyes seem to lure me in, and how her magnetic soul has held me captive.
By Sayuri Jan 23 2020 |
It is words strung together
trying to make sense
of what I want to tell you
and what I need you to understand.
By Burger Queen Jan 8 2020 |
He says things to me, he does things to me.
Shh, don’t tell them, we’ll be embarrassed.
Two loveless souls trying to fill each other’s voids.
We make love, and tame those devils.
Animals we were, but don’t you see that this is our way of love?
By Mandar Gupte Dec 30 2019 |
She spoke of songs, music, rock and Cobain
She spoke of boys, home, and love
I listened
By Rachelle Bharathi Chandran Dec 23 2019 |
when i joke and ask her/ what if i was in love with a girl,/ it is not a joke either.
By Swastika Jajoo Dec 19 2019 |
now that the private is political
am i a liberal because i don't kink shame myself
or because i go around calling marx "karl daddy"
By Nakul Grover Dec 16 2019 |
You come in less than a minute after I do
But always after me
And I wish you'd stay for a while and talk about the day- your day with me
But the line goes dead soon after
By Dhruv Dec 9 2019 |
I sit in my room every day now
Waiting for your call
To hear an “i love you” from you
With ‘you’ being all of me.
By Abigail Nov 20 2019 |
This is the story of three little pigs,
One built a house of hay, and the other of twigs,
And the mightiest, most pompous of the three,
Built a house of bricks under a Banyan tree.
By Asfiyah Nov 18 2019 |
Convinced that she was comatose, the two girls stared at each other for a second or hundred – the squeaky titters ceased.
By Asfiyah Nov 11 2019 |
Gigantic, and covered in striped rainbow tiers,
The house was called, “Safe Space for Our Fellow Queers”
A wondrous haven, a serendipitous find,
Here, Gretel could love freely and Hansel could bind.
By Asfiyah Nov 6 2019 |
Artwork by
acrylicelephant
I hate that I wallow
That I bury my face into my hands
Slam the door behind me
And cry all day
I hate that my diary …
By Riya Gurnani Nov 4 2019 |
she's a habit. an 8 am class that I take, a 5 pm phone call that I make, my best/worst muse.
By Tanya Sharma Oct 14 2019 |
I am taught by these women
fortunate enough to have had them raise me
whether in my house or oceans away
across time
By Alita Dharmaraj Sep 30 2019 |
Hindi Poem by Shubhshree Mathur.
By Shubhshree Mathur Sep 9 2019 |
how do you know it's girls?
i wonder as my friend comes out to me
how do you know the limit of your love?
and somehow, weird quizzes dragged me all over the internet
By Eshita Shrawan Aug 28 2019 |
You buy me your favorite Carlos Luis Zafón
& beg, no demand that I read it.
You don't "take favors”
But blushed when I gave you Neruda's Twenty Love Poems- Michael Faudet's erotic poetry, you said, "touched you in places-"
By Dhruv Aug 17 2019 |
Meera made a friend in the glass case she suffocated in for 25 years.
By Ritu Aug 14 2019 |
Here, bisexuality is more like
bye sexuality
like gay, but not gay enough,
like double the options (or so you think)
but eight times the panic.
By Anureet Watta Aug 12 2019 |
The universe tells you nothing.
But when I first laid my eyes upon her left shoulder,
and saw a tiny, black mole
all this logic was gone.
By Sayuri Aug 6 2019 |
