By: Prachi Sharma How the hell do I take out that bitch Marilyn, Nick pondered, as he slumped on the giant bed in his opulent suite in Waldorf-Astoria, New York City. The AC was on full blast, yet his expensive…
By: Kousik Adhikari As the night alights, I fear to look At the drowsing sky, because it’s dark now Dark like the dark- Like the dark ink our mothers Draw on child’s forehead, cursing Satan, cursing eyes, I don’t know…
As the line between media blurs, literature and film narrative have become more seamless. This season, the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival will unfold the mystery behind cinematic adaptations of literature, in the changing face of the Indian film industry that…
By: Shilpa Jayshankar I brush away my abstract thoughts, That had ceased my ingenuity I free my fright, That had only hindered my chore I halt my fret about the un-enlightenment That had disallowed me from doing anything! I stop praying,…
By: Neelam Singh Violent eyes Cunning comments Heart piercing growls Evil intent Gossip gossip gossip I struggled to stand Fingers pointed Tongues lashed Whipped I was Crucified to the end Death and life balanced me on each side I trod…
By: Debleena Majumdar If you took a page From my travel diary, Would it dance nimbly Around the water’s edge On the beaches of Sri Lanka? Fly over the towers of New York? Float over the canals of Venice, Peep…
By: Adreyo Sen When the little girl was very little, her dearest possession was her pillow, a soft, shapeless thing of blue cotton. To her, its smell was the most beautiful thing in the world. The little girl carried her pillow…
By: Arunima OP You had showered me with attention Took my hand and led me on From light to night, we walked Then you went missing in the dark Leaving me all alone In pursuit of your attention In torment, in…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Last night suddenly She wrote- ‘Certainly well? In order to keep well Once I had a firm intention. For that, I am walking though this way now. Once I couldn’t believe it but today everything is…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb In my soft childhood my father, teachers and others- all were hard in saying to me, ‘’Man is mortal’’, I accepted looking at the kite flying in the sky. Now I am a confused adult made…