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POETRY | War And Dirt by Ravneet

Meeting you is evermore like biting into a custard apple I only ever buy them once a year, after the monsoons On days which haven’t quite decided to be summer or winter yet, so I never know if I should chill the fruit or leave it out. I invariably put it in the fridge because I know I will want it when my body is flushed hot with desire I will hold it in my hands pondering for a few minutes over the impossibility of you The quilted body a green and a black, hard only in how those...

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POETRY | Unrecognition by Juliana Heng

Unrecognition : Feels like  having my feet nailed to the ground, unable to move forward. The more I want to break free,   the more it grips me at every toe,  keeping me rooted to the ground, persistently reminding me to yield to my fate.    Unrecognition :  Feels like I am being smothered by a pillow.  I tried to breathe,  but nothing goes in.  I tried to yell,  But nothing comes out.  Eventually I will be out of breath,  My voice silenced to nothingness,   calling me to yield to my fate.    Unrecognition :  Feels like I am climbing...

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POETRY | Paradise by Krishen Mohan

I dream, Of a wasteland, Of scattered mesas, Blackened to white. A landscape charred, To a dust fine, A palate of grays, Blown adrift, aflight. There are here yet, Diamonds in the dust, And hidden in the shadows, Cane amidst the dirt. Sour fruit fresh palate, This bitter a nectar, Never had I tasted, The sugar amidst the ashes. *** Cover art by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash. We’re looking for more short stories, poems and essays. If you’ve got some and aren’t shy to share it with the world, please drop us an email at editors@eksentrika.com. Oh, do read our Submission Guidelines...

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POETRY | Gone by John Prabakaran Solomon

Gone and forgotten, Haunting my soul, Oddly familiar, Maybe a norm.   Screams and moans fill my ears, Can I look forward to another kill? Maybe it’s all in the thrill. Where else can I find my fill.   Whish. Slash. I disappear. Not knowing when I’ll reappear. Knowing now knowing when I’ll kill.   Darkness will fade, And I will illuminate, For you, my darling. My sweet beautiful darling. *** Cover art by Cristian Newman on Unsplash. We’re looking for more short stories, poems and essays. If you’ve got some and aren’t shy to share it with the...

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POETRY | Like They Do In The Movies by Avery De Witt

I want to kiss you Like they do in the movies Full of anguish and yearning Yet sweet and slow I want the taste of you Left on my tongue Long after it’s over I want to feel Love and sentiment Dripping and smothered Between two different worlds And two different minds I want to see Light clouds From warm breaths With my eyes half-closed I want our arms Wrapped around each other My fingers tracing The fine hairs At the nape of your neck *** Cover art by Yulia Khlebnikova on Unsplash. We’re looking for more short stories,...

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