Literary Yard

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Year: 2015

Poem: i miss you

By: Linda M Crate i know you are gone, but that doesn’t stop me from missing you; i remember your fierce strength and your courage and your bravery i recall the way we used to laugh and drink hot chocolate…

Poem: Wild raven’s freedom

By: Linda M Crate if only you held your love as high as you hold your ego i tried so hard to give you all the space you needed, but the distance you placed between us killed me inside; i…

Poem: The Congregation of Great Probabilities

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The congregation of great probabilities- as these are so defined and witnessed wandering always around something good, comprising of some heart-soothing goodness as these are already estimated and perceived- under or over, can build their nests…

Poem: The Second Innings

By: Pijush Kanti Deb Before it’s too late and the Sun sets in the lap of never ending barren night a line of control is ought to be drawn around the dogmatic sons and daughters and their tearful parents and…

Poem: A Goal and its shadow

By: Pijush Kanti Deb It is not necessary on the part of a hunter and his casting of arrows to keep company with the guidelines, sometimes misleading and confusing to a hunter to reach his goal and its shadow- equally…

How to read poetry?

A poem is believed to be music to the ears – when murmured, hummed, spoken or sung. If it sounds perfect when read and spoken, it has passed the first and the most important test. Meaning and imagination are two…

Story: The Twist in the Tale

By: Sri Ram I was sure he was going to pull the trigger. The tubular mouth of the semi-automatic pistol, was now pointing to the center of my chest. Chances were ample that, in a few seconds, it may spit…

Poem: The Pop-up Marketplace

By: Debleena Majumdar Right behind the corner, Right below the neon lights, Springs up everyday, The pop-up marketplace. What will you buy today? Designations decked up In priceless crystals, Buzzwords weighed by A kg of likes and shares, What will…

Poem: Planet of the Apps

By: Debleena Majumdar It’s morning; I feel it. From behind the choke Of the closed curtains From below the shroud Of the bedcovers I reach out my hand To my trusted friend “Get out of bed” app. Black screen stares back….