A tree stands at the centre of flood, the only thing standing on our land, overthrown by flood. I long to see that stump on which we used to sit, after the farm’s work. That fire place, where we…
A Tree at the Centre of Flood
Signs Taken for Wonders
They came with their rod and showed us signs that they were God sent. Laden with the merciful mantle to lead us to our own promised land; they showed us signs in your name and immerse our minds in wonders.…
‘FLY’ by Anuradha Handique
She let herself into a new world; And let the old world go forever. Life is short they say, So why squander in despair that leads nowhere? She heard the voice of hope, Greeted dreams on her way on…
‘Today’ by Ananya S Guha
Today is another story, not another dayevery day is a story, a narrationof fact, fiction and the mind.a dog whimpers, limps across the road.so does another man, another woman.still, today is different.yesterday had another story, the moonand a sleepless night.…
Book Review- More Men on My Mind, Radha Thomas
More Men on My Mind has a very glossy eye catching cover which appeals to the eye. So does the text. Radha Thomas has skilfully treaded the thin line between voyeuristic pleasure and a literary novel. I think she has stumbled…
‘The Girl with the Witchy Eyes’ by Gerry Christmas
The old man wasn’t much to look at. Sure he didn’t look his age. He appeared to be in his late fifties though I’d guess he was definitely a decade older than that. No head-turner, that’s for sure. Not with…
‘Crimson Cupidon’ by Aneesha Roy
There is no love. Just the illusion of love to be used and exhausted till the last dregs then trampled and smote with brickbats, thorns, whatever’s handy. The illusion simpers in the gutter Or an asphalt pavement Till it dries…
‘Musical life’ by Kavya Janani
Music is a heart touching soul That must be enjoyed on the whole. Music is a divine expression of speech Easy for the musicians to teach. Music is a beautiful art Close to everybody’s heart. Music is the one which…
‘A Song of Melancholy’ by Civa Bhusal
During the rainy days, my brother could sleep at home; he needn’t go to school, he needn’t go to the cornfields to watch out the parrots. He needn’t even go to the vacant fields to play football. He never…
(Not) Origami by Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
Every moment Take a magazine (anything will do) and throw it out of your window on its spine; watch: how it sways in the free air… Now! Forget it. Now watch: the flutter of its pages as they take wings…
‘Pluck and Play’ by Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
Every moment a plant loses an argument somewhere, when the stem is misunderstood- its intention, articulated at the pedicel: is plucked. Poet’s Bio: Shriram Sivaramakrishnan is an eternal lover of ‘things in between’, roads less travelled, emotions seldom expressed,…