Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Aarti woke up to an unfamiliar, raucous singing from upstairs. Slightly irritated at having to forfeit her early morning succession of dreams, she got out of her blanket…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The garrulous, accomplished mariner that he was, Joe Farquhar seldom spoke after Fiona, his wife, passed away. His gift of gab disappeared, turned taciturn and, for over fifteen…
We’ve all acquired some worthless education. A bit of this and a bit of that, And with constant effort some imitation, so can win that race against another rat. But well read and conned by rot will earn you a…
“Nymph, in thy orisons Be my sins remembered!” Fair game was I naïve and nubile; hackneyed nothings pitter-pattered from your lips filling my being – summer showers on desert sands. A gull, a dull fool never was there to sense…
This morning on the way home turning the bend hesitatingly, I saw a fox. To make sure I blinked my eyelids, you were not to be seen. This time you have disappeared faster than when I used to see you…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Anu scanned the place to catch some known faces. There weren’t any. The coffee shop was bustling with youngsters lost in their own world. Colourful outfits, loud chatter…
Is it because I am young, That my outcry falls on deaf ears, Left to wander alone in this concrete jungle, Alone with the chilly coldness of the night, They call me a street kid, Wrapped with black waste bags…
Do not pity us, Seated upon our wheelchairs, We are an asset and not a liability, Able to rise up, Leaping with joy and pouring in laughter, We are not fragile, Nor are we sick in our minds, Take…
Some call it paranoia, But I simply say plainly, It is the state of affairs in our world, We vote for a president And he or she ambushes the nation, Forgetting the people, We lack to understand each other…
People of today have no sense of compassion, Only a rare few show love, So many crooks roaming about this world, Fraudulent and disguised, Even the postman nowadays, Has a trick or two up his sleeve, Why in the…
It takes a man and a woman of courage, To ask for forgiveness, The heart lives in pain but the mind lives in denial, How exceptional indeed, When broken pieces are gathered once again Domestic violence Never shows any harmony…