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Excerpt: The World That Belongs to Us: An Anthology of Queer Poetry from South Asia Edited by Aditi Angiras and Akhil Katyal-Book excerpts


276pp, Rs 599; HarperCollins

276pp, Rs 599; HarperCollins

Trishna Senapaty
Trishna Senapaty is a queer poet and anthropologist from Delhi. She was quick listed for the TFA award for artistic writing in 2016. She is presently engaged on her PhD and is predicated in Ithaca, New York.


A lot we’ve ever felt
is within the kitchen
between the cracking of egg shells in opposition to greasy surfaces
and the thousand crumbs of burnt toast in your shirt

You progress noisily
from toaster to pan
again to fridge
I stir silently, dreamily
engrossed within the battering of shapes

You communicate to your self
typically to me
I forgive that you just steal my morning newspaper earlier than inviting me in for tea

You don’t thoughts
I’m solely pretending to assist
I feed the cat
stretched on the ledge above your head
Between us we now have
no hobbies, no folks, no work
no secrets and techniques, no enemies
However for the heat of cooking fire

and likelihood music drifting in
by means of the damaged window
within the nook, what have we?

I gave you timelessness
You taught me the unpredictability
of inexperienced chillies.

Aditi Angiras, co-editor of the anthology

Aditi Angiras, co-editor of the anthology
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Chandini was ‘born in a Dalit household as a boy however was craving to be a girl’. Founding member of Payana and a longstanding activist within the field of human rights and HIV well being, she is an award-winning poet and her work is taught at a number of universities. Working within the company sector for a decade now, in Three Wheels United, she is presently writing her autobiography.

Ajji’s Demise and Mahadevappa

When Ajji died
unable to reply these round,
Appa made a giant ruckus
disowning his daughter who wasn’t a son,
Banning me from collaborating within the dying ceremony. My hues and cries didn’t knock the door to his coronary heart. It was all concerning the delight of his household lineage.

At Appa’s dying ritual, once I the daughter
determined to sacrifice my lovely lengthy hair
and shave my head
the household stopped me
by opening their arms of acceptance.

As Appa wished, for a household with no lineage; I turned a mom, then
a help to my mom.

Translated from the Kannada by Mamta Sagar

Akhil Katyal, co-editor of the anthology

Akhil Katyal, co-editor of the anthology
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Chanchal Kumar

Chanchal Kumar is from Jharkhand and presently lives in Delhi. His poems have beforehand appeared in The Sunflower Collective, Hamilton Stone Evaluation, Welter Journal and Younger Poets Community and forthcoming from Fulcrum: A Journal of Arts and Aesthetics.

For Shirin

I attempt to interpret the messages from once we first met
to foretell the place it’s that we’ll find ourselves in originally of

I don’t uncover many conceits besides that perhaps
you’re the clay bird-bath my outdated landlord as soon as

positioned on the nook of the terrace wall & forgot all about it
(for pigeons to chill themselves and drink from).
I assume somebody created you to observe over dilapidated medieval

structure –
The queerest patron saint of Ok-pop and chai-points within the nooks of

Generally we stroll until we attain the sting of our worlds and there’s nowhere left to go.
Every particular person should both be a jail or an island. All the time there exists a casus belli

the slightest trace of a century-old rain.
Blue flowers have sprouted quietly from the spots the place our our bodies have by accident touched.
You may’t discuss poverty/poetry, you may solely reside it. I draw concentric circles to mark my possessions
you level out areas of sleep apnea,
by no means admitting to being in locations apart from your private home.

Excerpted with permission from HarperCollins.