Magazine

Beetle Magazine’s July Issue is now live. We bring to our readers trending and alternative voices that have been published or shortlisted for the current issue. You will find musings on identity, self-destruction and indulgence. Make sure to leave insightful comments and share your favourite picks. If you would like to send your submission for the next issue of Beetle, visit the Submissions page.

Heartless

Heartless

By Deepti Prakash

What if I cut you out?
Cleave through the layer 
of gristle, shave off the arteries.

Who Am I? What Am I?

Who Am I? What Am I?

By Hetal Kamani

For a day, I love the colour pink- I’m not a feminist however, I feel pink to be healthy! It is bright, it is bubbly! 

Act

Act

By Molly Verma

I made her climb that chair. I stood there still, because I knew every strength in her life was dead; her world had fallen apart.

SIPPING BOTTLES OF CONFIDENCE

SIPPING BOTTLES OF CONFIDENCE

By GURLEEN KAUR

I woke up being indulged
cleaning teeth up,
in the presence of a mirror.

Foggy, slow, self slaughter

Foggy, slow, self slaughter

By Bijayalaxmi Das

I woke in a room,
gushing in white,
from the bedsheet to the curtains,
to the blinding sunlight.

The breakthrough of a dying man

The breakthrough of a dying man

By Amisha jha
Identity void

Identity void

By Manna Subba

They yelled, "he is too timid, he'll never survive alone,
Four years have passed, they still yell at him with the same tone.

Father day

Father day

By Md. Shaukat Uddin

Dad:
With the seeds
Of his sacrifice

Burning Tip

Burning Tip

By Nishant Gang

I have been dragged a lot
And beaten.
A part of me got lost

 

Social media- addiction

Social media- addiction

By Vinaya Iyer

Social media- indulgence
The new drug that draws me in
The one which has fresh victims

The Edge

The Edge

By Kshitija Jadhav

The sky was covered in various shades of orange as I sat there staring at the horizon. Even after seeing it almost everyday...

Murder on my mind

Murder on my mind

By Aditya Lakshmi

One of my friends had sketched an illustration of me, sleeping under a rainbow-coloured blanket.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary

By Prathibha Jacob

Diary can be your dearest friend, if you let it be. Diary can be an excellent listener, if you don’t hold back. 

Boys Don't Cry

Boys Don't Cry

By Bhaskar Choudhary

When I was twelve, I hadn’t learnt the lessons of gender yet. I wasn’t even aware that something called puberty existed. 

Comatose

Comatose

By Vinay Vashisht

The clouds scud across the sky,
Unorganized and dark,
Embedded with dust and licked oceans

Where do you go from here?

Where do you go from here?

By Anjan Bhandari

a budding flower, breathing it's space
the innocent mind, an empty place

Identity

Identity

By CHERIL YOGI

The eastern sky grew darker, the soft radiance of incandescent light reflects through window pane.

Phantom Dreams and Ghost Pain

Phantom Dreams and Ghost Pain

By Muskaan Ohri

at seven you look up at the sky
drowning your eyes in the yellow moon above

Am I?

Am I?

By Diksha Johri

I am wounded.
Oh! yes! I am hurt.
I need my imagination to work

Abandoned at infinity

Abandoned at infinity

By Suhani Rathi

Here I lay abandoned,
on the wrong side of the road,
feeling the loss of someone,
who was my light before

Addiction

Addiction

By Aabha Mishra

Addiction fails infront of her eyes,
Breakup - the story of my demise

Exhausting circles

Exhausting circles

By Navya Gugnani

I’m so tired; tired of the way my head throbs when I try to relax, tired of the thoughts that seep into my restless soul,

craft

craft

By Aayushi Saxena

I am a canvas
not a blank one, no.
blank means fresh, hopeful

Sounds of Solitude

Sounds of Solitude

By Urvashi Saluja

The sound of solitude the most scares me,
Pinches and hurts me painfully.

My Uncontrollable Witch of Sentiments

My Uncontrollable Witch of Sentiments

By Priyanka Soam

I feel like it's a rainy day
my aspects are torn asunder consuming the pain

IDENTITY

IDENTITY

By ANN RIA

Humanity is as the seven oceanic bodies—separate but fused with no visible boundaries, made of living souls, each with a beautifully beating heart. 

WEREWOLF

WEREWOLF

By Shreyas Ghosh

Metal chains dragging along his feet screeching the side of the walls, 
in the passage leading to his nightmare’s seat.

Minerals

Minerals

By Tina Huang

Cellulite, not the lilac stalactites you see on
Netflix flicks, not the Grainy-Indie-Understated 

Indulgence of Identity

Indulgence of Identity

By Kanishka Jha

Years and years, I have waited for serendipity,
In search of my true identity.

An unwaged individual

An unwaged individual

By Maira Khan

I was on my way back home as I was late while returning from office. The sky was dull and full of thunderous, dark and rough clouds.