Literary Yard

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Year: 2015

Poem: Phantoms of Death

By: Chandra S Dubey They came masqueraded like goblins, phantoms of death In some animated comics we had seen in thrill of joy Bodies covered , guns in their hands but souls naked, And then opened fire hitting our heads,…

Poem: there was a puppy

crushed to death in utter din on its way to across the river of vehicles in a rush of honking cars, pickups, SUVs in broad day light its entrails laid flat with wheels mercilessly grinding them to dust will the world…

Today The Literary Yard Turns Two

Today, The Literary Yard has turned two. And I must congratulate all stakeholders – authors who produced great content and readers who encouraged us to go on. In these two years, The Literary Yard has published hundreds of stories, poems,…

Poem: Still

By: Pijush Kanti Deb Still enchanting the fragrance of the naked rural soil- playful in the rain now captive in the odor of burnt lime and rusted iron. Still reverberating the sweet tweeting of the feathered singers in the poor…

Poem: A work call

By: Debleena Majumdar A friend called at work, Stepping onto the battleground. Narrowly missing the latest new missile, A strategic powerpoint file. A friend called at work, Reminding me of the plans made for lunch. But it was not A good…

Poem: A Sensible Editor’s Pang

I’m an editor, not a brainless salesman And I don’t review or publish porn Maybe the nextdoor nerds will love it Dump your scripts at their door If you believe I missed the psychological conflict Veiled behind the exceedingly damn’d…