TWI Poetry: Blue is the colour of love

Sanjhee Gianchandani Blue is the colour of love When you saw me first I was dressed in blue  A dress gifted by my deceased mother Whose choice was dismissed by you  I mustn’t have seen it then We met at the poolside cafe later  You ordered a fancy crème brûlée And mocked me for my…

TWI Writerly : Visualize a Bookshelf

By Aashna Moorjani Visualize a bookshelf—seven feet tall, white, crammed with books. The middle sags, enough to worry my mom that one day the shelves will give out and bury me in an avalanche of books. If you were in the room with me, I’d ask you to choose any book, because I have a…

TWI Writerly: On Her Own Terms

By Aashna Moorjani Mom wakes up every day at six. Though my brother and I protest, she insists on making our breakfasts and lunches. Our attempts to give her a break are half hearted, anyway. Bowls of cereal and peanut butter sandwiches somehow taste better when she prepares them. While my brother and I are…

TWI Poetry : Untitled, I see you

Two poems by Sarika Jaswani Untitled Beneath a black-eye& bruises blue Behind bigotry of liesA funnel for truth Nectar that capturesHearts of all Like North Star guidingUs thru  A hope promising a betterTomorrow Fighting a beast in humanityHiding in quilt of desires Mercy of moment sailing usFrom one breath to the next. I see you…

TWI Poetry : I have no mirror at home

A poem by Swarnim I Have No Mirror At Home I have no mirror at home. But I do. Listen, listen. I never wished for so many mirrors to spring out oneun/fortunate afternoon when I violated the colors ofmy face — my otherwise etiolated, gendered, obscene face — now I only see mirrors,some so tiny…

TWI Poetry : Afternoon Tea in Tombach

A poem by Jan Ball Afternoon Tea in Tombach The brutal red of the tea gardenroses: I want to shield my eyes from them, perhaps the effect of too much caffeinated Earl Grey tea and Black Forest Cakein the Bavarian sun. The vivid pink Queen Elizabeth roses I cultivated in my Brisbanegarden, how I sliced the stemsof two dozen…

TWI Poetry : Collecting Mothers, Moonshine, Ripe Fruit

Three poems by Candice Louisa Daquin Collecting Mothers As a child, as an adult I collected mothers bewitched by what had been absent the soft strength and maturing gravitas of gentle women who suspend the sky It has long been a desire of mine to inhabit the energy of a mother’s soul, long enough to…

TWI Poetry : Reading Poetry, Vaira Mookkutti

Two poems by Pooja Ugrani Reading poetry I jump into your quagmire wading through greys like a sieve, between fictionand places that aren’t. Stained with what sticks I wish the rest remains water under a bridge. Tell me, did you jump in naked too? Vaira mookutti  keloids shine alongside stones,survival of the right nostrilthreatened by her maamiyaarwho aggressively strivesto home…

TWI Poetry : A letter to myself, Vrishabhavati

Two poems by Namrata Narendra A letter to myself Spread even, your flesh against the gnarled roots-push against the carmine walls that caress you;you will learn to outgrow them.Drape around the trunk until one can’t tellwhere flesh stops and pulp begins.Breathe in carbon, breathe out oxygen Remind yourself that you are a symbiont;move branches to…

TWI Reviews : Gariahat Junction by Rituparna Roy

by Bhaswati Ghosh                   A woman in today’s world is as layered as the realms she inhabits. She could be at home or work in a college; she toils equally hard in the kitchen and towards her thesis; she seeks happiness in a marriage and is content without being in one. She’s okay with not…