By: Mary Bone You had Naked Lady flowers On your porch Bare torsos with a burst Of color dancing in your garden. With just a spray of water, They came alive And danced To their own song. ###
By: Zunayet Ahammed We recollect our past memories passionately We can neither forget them nor ignore them anymore It always stirs us with joy and sorrow. Memories of the past always consume us Dreams fade away Hopes of weaving life…
By: Zunayet Ahammed We can control our eyes Our anger Weaknesses over ladies Sometimes the unpredictable bull But can’t control our mind. We can control our unbridled longing for money Our ruthlessness and gluttony Restiveness Sometimes the seductive attitudes But…
By: Balu George I was at one of those roadside cafes. The kind where you can sit endlessly, Have a coffee or two, And watch the world go by. But I was not interested in the world, I was interested…
By: Balu George Tony, sweetheart! I hear you are planning, To drink yourself to death. I will be cheering you on to the very end. Atta boy! You have your reasons. To hell with them! What do they know? I sense,…
‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’ is Arundhati Roy’s 2nd novel. Her first novel ‘God of Small Things’ was a runaway success and won her the prestigious Booker Prize. Despite its dark tale, ‘God of Small Things’ did win her a…
By Russ Bickerstaff Dave’s face is a mask. I always get here and I always meet with him here. In this office. And I guess I always wonder what the hell he’s thinking. No idea. We’re sitting there in a…
By: Kazi Nazrul Islam Translated by K Ahmed Alam O soul, there comes the joyous Eid after Ramadan fasting You sacrifice yourself; follow Divine calling. For the Almighty are all your gold, silver and palaces; Pay zakat to awaken the…
By: Richard D. Hartwell “Clothes make the man.” “You are judged by your appearance.” “Your appearance reveals the real you.” These were some of the admonitions with which I grew up. They were leveled at me almost daily: by my mother,…
By Jack Kamm “The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.” ~Germaine Greer Like most of us, Hemingway couldn’t expunge his childhood, whose damage turned his art, in later years, into a refuge from…