By: Soma Roy This book of poems by Dr. Kiriti Sengupta is elegant and is a pleasure to hold. The depth of the richness of the images of the Floating Lamps invites the reader to explore further and accompany the…
By: Rajendra Roul The weather could not have been more pleasant. There was no humidity. No sweating either. A soft breeze was blowing calmly darting a romantic surge through their spines. The sun was nowhere in the sky. That does not…
By: Linda M Crate i guess the biggest lie anyone has ever told me is that people care for all they ever have cared about is what they can take from me because greed seems the economy of these times,…
By: Linda M Crate i. we are over like july now forgotten by snow white winter, and his chariots of ice there is no more red because it had to end. ii. the butterflies had fallen into the blackness of…
By: Linda M Crate i don’t understand the purport of shaking up my little world, and throwing me into an alien world because as pleasurable as it was it means nothing now; you manipulated my emotions and shook up my…
By: Pavithra Joseph Pretty, frilly dresses, unsuited to trees and skinned knees; perfect, though, with stilts for shoes that cramp toes, and that wind-swept Munroe-esque pose. We learn young to confuse discomfort with comfort
By: Pavithra Joseph She’s not a c***, not a cuss word, or a b a t t e r r e d suitcase of disembodied. unclaimed. parts. She’s as complete, and incomplete, as human as you.
By: Pavithra Joseph They stood across each other packed into a train carriage; separated by others, unspeaking, looking out, or into their digital lives. He looked at her, letting the veil drop- so she saw him undress her in technicolor, in…
By: Gaither Stewart ‘…..There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.’ (Homer’s ILIAD) Alessandro Bramante was in love with love. Like other lovers Alessandro was the…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal All those legend of your liveliness and courage, entered in my bones as ants, forming an ant hill, like a newly wedded girl’s Bangle’s lyrics, chanting day and night, I don’t understand, There must be some other…