Due to some technical issue, the October issue (Vol. 3, Issue 2) is to be published either in the last week of November or the first week of December, 2022. Inconvenience is regretted.




- Rochelle Potkar (India)

All my haphazard life I searched for straight paths.
Now I walk slapdash on orthodox ones.
I never thought I did find my other Self to become whole.

I forgot poetry.
It was for the lost and forlorn  -
footprints and bread crumbs of lovelessness.
Color, pixel, dwani, vani, tongue, thought, theorem, thesis
all gone once this wave comes.

Life, in its hide-n-seek, now had a sibling
without prologue, preamble, warning.
A phenomena so big, a tsunami from its stomach churning.

Where Love is, an eternal fountain of music opens
with no need for eardrum or instrument.
It descends into stepwells of all villages
like a disrupted gut, with a knife twisting.

It took time, this light to reach the distant planet
of me… in another galaxy.
Now I am receiving her dark vastness
so she fits into infinity.

When sands clear for the wind
to write a letter with no alphabets,
life reverses.
The opposite of life is not death then, but love.
Thoughts becoming smithereens of a mobius township –
mirages to naked soul: scattered rays
lamps in my eyes for an eternal song
on boundless nights.

I wonder: how did she ever find me?