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Bisexuality: A Crime?

By Deepali Saxena
During their teens,
their youth experienced a swirl.
One fell for a boy, and the other for a girl.

Body Language : An Anthology of Parts

By Vandana Likhmania

NAILS, I am at your fingertips,

Between your teeth.

The Social Crime

By Priyanshi Banerjee
If it is a crime then call me a criminal
And this crime of mine shall remain eternal

Liberation, Glory, Bearings and Transformation: An ode to LGBT Rights

By Nishtha Kumar.
The sour affliction I am,
Makes me unacceptable by all.

Mimeomia

By Riya Dey
It is a matter of anguish
That they talk only of guys

Mother never told me

By Akula the Bindi Dyke.
Mother never told me women were a poem less appreciated by Mankind

Coming out of the closet

By Pulkit Goyal
this society reeks of misogyny
Because it is made up of misogynists

Why?

By Akshay Anand

You always wanted to make your parents proud.

So do I !

Being Effeminate

By Rishu Sharma
Every time he steps into a new place,
an inexplicable fear haunts him.

A love beyond Sexuality

By Priyanka Arora
Holding my hand, she walked alongside me,
It was two souls connecting, burden free.

A Girl

By Clio Sasi
The pure innocence grew,
as they engaged their eyes with emotions so true.

Thrice Got the Wind, Twice Only Saw, the Last I joined In

By Prateek Joshi
In the abhorred valley that lies between boobs,
are dicks who do only just good

Mother and I

By Kaybee Singh

She still refuses to believe and know

That I could never give her the happiness she deserves

That her whole world will be destroyed

Any Other

By Priyanshi Ahuja

But she'll realize what she does to me soon.

She'll see that the person under this carefully crafted shell is gay.

Maybe, someday, oneday.

Coffee with a side of rainbow

By EveryTuesday

I conditioned myself, like I am trying right now
to not have my love bleed out on the
orthodox street

I Say

By Harshita Hiya

I say I want to kiss a man

And I stand there waving at one, at all.

As I walk down the street

By Snimar
As I walk down the street today,
these eyes never seem to look away.

Do Nar

By Sharmila

Mere balcony mein jo paudhe lage hain,

Unme se do mein hi kabhi phool nahi aate.

Blood

By Mary Monika.

She waged war with chance and fate,

For she wanted with her another date.

Pride

By Divya Mondal
The first time I loved a girl
I was eighteen

My Anecdote

By Shagun Jain.

Uncovering the inner me was hard,

Mob was seeing me as tard.

His Miserable Life

By Gayatri Aich

And there comes a day -

When he's tired of it all.

The Rooftop

The touch,the mood ,the feel,her smell

The blanket not required

We were tangled well

Chameleon

I turned into her,she kept changing colours and so did I.

I disentangled her each vein, I could feel how much she wanted the blood to flow in them.

Take me to heaven

Take me with your mouth on my breasts, covered in chocolate.

Take me with one hand grabbing my waist and the other my hair.

Around the Riddle That Got Us in One Room

To settle the strife of the patience,

so as to lease my storm onto you,

and with the advent of the pause

you took before you swirled your thumb

I would throw away my fear

I would weave our breaths

Into poetry

And blow them in the air

Fill it with fragrance

Pouring Soul

I don’t want to write for you
Rather I would love to write on you
To make you my canvas
Carve each word on your naked flesh

Of Pleasure, Love and Desire

I see you laying,

a smirk on your face.

I roll on to your arm and murmur,

'Is this passion: love or desire?'

Naked

your fingers
doodle across my stomach,
tracing the butterflies I get,
when your lips
press against my neck.