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September 2019

In Myriad Hues

We have handpicked entries for this issue of ELJ. We wanted to give it myriad shades to cater to the readers with varying taste. We are happy to have featured the young and very talented American poet Dustin Pickering. Jhilam Chattaraj, who is an acclaimed literary interviewer, has done...
Debarati Chakraborty Most of us are born travelers in one way or the other. Whenever I have wondered about the purpose of this life, the source of true happiness, a trip to the Himalayas has helped me in more ways than one. I have reconciled with the idea that the...
11 243 Meters, Purple Mediterranean                                                  The airplane wings draw new summer fragrances in the fogs they’re expected by tomorrow's smiles like a dawn or maybe a dusk with a calm, lazy eyes the day can witness the providence through all the blue truths the winds lose their hearing with the speed of a fatal...
universe ants working underground not understanding world beyond earth   computer magic inside god box angels wildly dancing google and amazon music   on hold commuter gridlock sea of stationary cars anxious egos idling
Heirloom When your mother raises her hand; earthy brown, skin cracked open— sun parched field— iron hot temper and hits you the pain melts your flesh, bones, marrow. When your mother raises her hand to strike you the pain bites (your pet rabid dog). She throws the foliage of her swallowed dreams— barren land that was hers and her mother’s and her mother’s mother who couldn’t...

Poems by Sanjeev Sethi

Masscult Elation about well-timed ascendancy has a certain piquancy. It extends to those not affiliated to it. When *M C Sher’s flowing tongue capsules his long haul his happiness is mine, tap- ping into frozen areas of my campaign. In rooting for this Gully Boy I begin to rekindle my abandoned side. *Siddhant Chaturvedi in Gully Boy, breakout...
Paradise lonely feet on a subway train at half past midnight she misses paradise where every day she would collect a pocket full of shells why not give her home away for another trip to the coastline without a name our lady train rider flashes back to the nights where she would stumble drunkenly with another girl who split...
Home It was party time. I went to a party at a known place. It was party time. I went to the party as their chief guest. It was party time. I went to a party at a house I used to live, for some time.   Ode to a Graveyard City of angels tombed in silence. A solemn stillness is held in the air. A hollow...

Poem by Arnab Saha

LOWERED GUILLOTINE Translated from the original Bengali by Kushal Poddar 1 The stormy shuttle car climbs up the flyover. My finger descends into your fist, joyous, barrier breaking. Shall stay in touch, infinity. History's curtain will come down over the horizon of time. Moments will guide ahead. Rain falls on my chest, windscreen... 2 ‘Return, Archismān.’ When red ants smite the chrysalis no caterpillar wings...
A Dream of Youth When we meet, we’ll fly together caressing each other with our enthralling beak, We’ll sing the half-elapsed song Twitter, twitter, twitter... We’ll territorialize the sky, Colonise her spheres, Our wheezing would form thunder. We’ll bathe in the rainbow, Suck the evening twilight, Soar down to nestle in the unfamiliar nest of opportunity. We’ll mouth each other’s adventure, Will laugh...
On the Crossroads O’ father, hold my fingers in your firm grip and help me cross the road.   Suspicion I’ve burnt myself half, fortuitously. And deliberately, left the rest unburned.   Bike Accident Helmet transforms into a skull. The road runs as usual.   Insomnia Night burns into an ashtray. I fly to you with the wings of ashes.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma even the violence seems germane. same old Wichita, ain’t it? bomb every last life boat, make the bird on the bill soar free above that ancient tomb. a camera’s just one eye but damn if we don’t know how to whisk a crowd after wrongful frenzy.   the NRA pays less taxes than me  you won’t find that shrapnel wound in their tax ID #. the business end of muzzle is only prelude of holy creation. “be...