By: Linda M Crate i am a flower you were the frost and you tried killing me; but i resisted your touch— likewise should you come to me again i will not fall vulnerable before you i have learned my…
By: Linda M. Crate i wanted to be your white winged dove, your only love; but instead i was your white winged raven left craving your touch— i know to you none of this meant very much, and i was…
‘Hazard of Shadows’ which is the book two of Chronicles of the Goblin King series by Mike Phillips has recently been released. While the author and the publishers boast to thrill you with the story, we bring to you excerpt from…
Frederick Forsyth has made a stunning disclosure in his autobiography ‘The Outsider: My Life’. He has admitted that he was MI6 agent in the past. The author of ‘The Day of the Jackal’, however, agrees that it was not easy to admit….
By: Gaither Stewart In my favorite place near the front window with the light from the street over my right shoulder I am reading an essay by Natalia Ginzburg when out of the corner of my eye I register a…
By: Antara Roy Bahadur, that was what we called him. Simply, Bahadur. No one knew his real name, or where he came from, or where, eventually, he went. He was always there; in the garden, tending to the plants, humming…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tired eyes are closed down hoping their good reopening in a golden morning of a silvery day yet the godless heart experiences the hopes- made of glass and the eyes are compelled to reopen in…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Assuming the golden sunrise and the colorful rainbow standing in the sky against the invasion of black clouds with the flying colors as the beginning of a good day a mysterious hand blooms the five senses…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb My burnt lips are reluctant still I make room for a heart-soothing smile on them admitting its utility in making the best of a bad bargain. My hot heart is not a coward yet I oil…
By: Antara Roy I hope you have, somewhere there, inside, somewhere, in that inaccessible heart of yours. a secret chamber of deep, overflowing passions, You are always so cool, so aloof.. I hope you have, somewhere there, inside a secret stash…