By: Sajan George your lips are contaminated dermis disfigured by the white lie you pronounce almost spontaneously -love you- masquerading a metaphysical insecurity
By: Sajan George exorcised from home braving rape by father incest with sibling for keeping virginity intact she is limping, loitering in the x-rayed streets; a safer venue by all accounts despite late night exfoliation by some thousand homegrown eunuchs reclaiming…
By: Neelam Singh It sprang forth like a majestic veil Desires indwelling colors of many Rainbow delight The delight to soar To rise up above all Desire to feel the wind in my wings Stormy winds A dark night Where’s…
By: Kousik Adhikari Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you, Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows, Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky Of our room,…
By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I…
This is the press note that stores praises for the book. Please apply your comprehension while buying it. The press note: An intoxicating and dreamlike tale unfolds. Allow yourself to be transformed. Having shown a different way of seeing the…
By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you…
By: Linda M. Crate i wonder if you remember all the things you said to me, but somehow i’m the bad guy because you bullied me; i remember how helpless i felt when even the vile guidance counselor took your…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb A poor hand- quite naked and flexible, needs a trust-worthy amulet made of rhino skin and a goggles to cover up its ocular confusions and hesitations- the outcome of a dual fought in its heart between…
By: Adreyo Sen If Life were a 1 train, travelling through many islands of unhappiness, you’d get down at every station of despair to spread light, in your silent way. At five, you were already so grave, you made me laugh…