- as words fly

winter morning
the weathered rug
dappled with sun

_{Geethanjali Rajan, India}

winter breeze
blowing softly on the porch
cinnamon tea
grandma takes her time
talking between sips

_{Minal Sarosh, India}

hummingbird
the garden swaying
on its feet,
I try to catch what I can
of my erratic breath

_{Minal Sarosh, India}

fearless
you swim out
into open sea
coalescing, my passion
becomes a pearl

_{Farah Ali, UK}

frost on the window
his name still warm
in my mouth

_{Manasa Reddy Chichili, India}

lovers’ quarrel
we still hold hands
in the snow

_{Jahnavi Gogoi, Canada}