By: Aditya R A silent girl never speaks much. Glittering yet hollow eyes, Body and face, a sculptors paradise. A sudden flinch in the mouth, A curious contraction of brow So as sandman i follow, She finally sits, on an…
By: Saheli Khastagir She is wearing a red saree. Maroon, really. There are little white spots, possibly flowers, or maybe leaves printed on the entire length. It’s not clear, maybe because of the little wrinkles spread out on it, blurring…
By: Pamela Q Fernandes I strongly believe that the reason God gives us children is to remind us of our own childhood. The days when we feared nothing, when we lived without a care in the world, knowing that we would…
By: Robyn Tocker I was playing “I Won’t Say” on the piano when I realized Daddy was dying and I went to bed humming “I Won’t Say” because maybe if I don’t say God will let me keep Daddy for one…
By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh Who is this woman in the mirror that looks back with discern? So what if she had in a life too many heartbreaks for one four roomed heart, why does she look at my beauty with contempt,…
By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh I have forgotten my umbrella; Not that I am irresponsible, I was going insane That was possible, The deafening thump of The hundreds of rain drops, The loud crack of clay, and The timid lightening That cracks…
By: Dane Cobain I am immune to your bad advertisements, Thou ageing hipsters with electronic cigarettes Breeding discontent in board rooms; These days, everything causes cancer, And the joy is finding which silver bullet Is The Ruination. Sometimes I do dumb…
By: Dane Cobain I am so high I see mountains, the smell of crystallised shit is a foetid reminder of the civilisation I used to remember, the tree-lined fields of the one true childhood, gigantic metal spiders which traipse through my…
By: Dane Cobain It’s just line after line in some great drawing multi-dimensional phosphorescence or Alex Connor sculpting crazy visions he saw in drunken haze, Alex Connor drinking barrel hatching crazy plans and schemes; Alex Connor, half dead in hospital beds…
By: Rati Girish I have often heard my father say, “This is a dog eat dog world.” He would be flipping through the pages of the newspaper, when suddenly his eyes would focus on a particular section. He would stop, squint…