From Our Eyes To Yours: Editor’s Note

Editor’s Note: From Our Eyes To Yours Editor’s Note: From Our Eyes To Yours We all know what it’s like to be looked at. Some are loving, others malicious and menacing. All forms of media, ranging from literature to music and cinema, have their own defining works detailing as such: Franz Kafka’s Letters to Milena, […]

The Social Gaze: On Watching and Being Watched

The Social Gaze: On Watching and Being Watched The Social Gaze: On Watching and Being Watched “Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”  – Susan Sontag, On Photography Sontag’s remarks were deemed controversial in the late 70s. In the digital age of image saturation, however, she’s the disseminator of the gospel truth. Everything today […]

I’ve never had anyone to love my body

I’ve never had anyone to love my body I’ve never had anyone to love my body So I’ve learned to love it myself                                         to count the freckles scattered across my skin            […]

Partition and the Indian Muslim – An Analysis of ‘Garam Hava

Partition and the Indian Muslim – An Analysis of ‘Garam Hava’ Note: The events in the review are not arranged chronologically, but thematically. Taqseem hua mulk toh dil ho gaye tukde;Har seene mai toofan wahan bhi tha, yahan bhi…Har ghar mai chita jalti thi; lehrate the sholay,Har shaher mai shamshan waha bhi tha, yaha bhi…Gita […]

In The Looking Glass

In The Looking Glass In The Looking Glass (TW: Suicidal ideation) 1. There’s a mirror hung up on the wall. Did you know Medusa was cursed to never look people in the eye? What a tragedy – don’t you think she craves eye contact? All she wanted was to be seen. After centuries of lingering […]

Dreamgirl

Dreamgirl “What I miss about love is the yielding”– Kamala Das When men want me, I get caught upin the wind, the storm of it all. The urgeto fashion myself into a fantasy, so drivenby desire to make myself a memory or a storysomething without scraggly hangnails and fat thumbs—I find myself flipping my hair […]

The Women Are Looking Back in Anger

The Women Are Looking Back in Anger After John Osborne I do not sew. I write.And who else do I want to be but me?And being me is looking back at youBeing us is looking back at all of you.   In anger I am almost 26 like OsborneFlames in my belly since twelveEyes dead […]

my eyes are tired, my hands dirty

my eyes are tired, my hands dirty it’s been ten years since//my dolls have been hidden under//the darkness of my bed box, my self//too scared to let the world know//that they ever were my company//because who cares for a girl who is//only meant for imagining unnecessary things//like freedom and touching the sky//and pink is ugly […]

I Have Always Wanted To Have A Poem Written About Me

I Have Always Wanted To Have A Poem Written About Me like the way I write about my gorgeous friends, theirpresence lighting up my life like a neon sign board on a windyhighway with no other cars around. Perhaps it could havebeen about the way I always choose to sit by the windowin public buses […]

Jelly bowl in front of you — What will you have?

Jelly bowl in front of you — What will you have? Jelly bowl in front of you — What will you have? There are jellies in the bowl, shaped like eyes— blue, black, green, brown— veins detached, beckoning sirens of wonder and one’s left wondering – when do we become dead bodies floating in the clouds? […]