By: Somrita Urni Ganguly He sat next to her, a wall, Unmoving. Unmoved? No, no, she convinced herself – A wall is not necessarily an obstacle; A wall is also about rootedness, about support. There is hope for her still….
By: Ashish daslaxman As it is said in the Bhagavad Gita “This body is made up of gross elements, do not lament for its loss, like one changes his garments and puts on new ones, the soul changes bodies.” My…
By JP Miller I’m sitting—no, reclining—in an oversized hospital chair at Ft. Kessler, Biloxi, Mississippi and dangling my legs over the thing, trying to get the energy to attempt a walk again. My right leg doesn’t want to work….
By: Jina Joan Dcruz I breathe Into the fire of a thousand tears They are the silenced You walk Through the debris of dreams We are the silencers We dance By the valley of death Where the silence screams Of unspeakable…
By: Yogesh Upadhyaya The left side of his forehead throbbed with pain. He was alternately yawning and belching. Belches that brought a sour taste in his mouth. It was only four in the afternoon and surely they were only a…
By: Deva Shore I hear his voice, this priest who speaks of you,Strong, controlled, all eyes are riveted to him,He gives your eulogy, an acclamation of your lifeAs he understands it.He boasts your beautiful smile,And of that he speaks the truth….
Commonwealth Writers has announced its short story competition and International Radio Play Writing competition. First: The 2014 Commonwealth Short Story Prize was launched at Marlborough House in London last night, inviting writers across the Commonwealth to submit entries for the…
By: Kousik Adhikari After your speech I shall laugh I have taken this inevitable oath. To remain silent, Extreme, impossible, cruel, The annoyed eyes of the fish Starves the whole night for moon, When gentle breeze blows It sleeps aside at…
By: Kousik Adhikari The poisoned words of my heart, Play like my foster children, Till without memory, just sprouted teeth, They always seeks a true cover After escaping easy childhood… youth, I notice their rustling youth With bitter eyes, Now the…
By: Kousik Adhikari Nowadays I feel Accustomed with life-glorified life! Always dangling over head And yet sword’s magic shining! Moon-drops oozing on rain Sea caressing sands- Truly romance walks in ant’s legs Through spine! Till one hungry cock calls Till monarchs…