By: JD DeHart I raise my eyebrow at the dog and he (she?) does not know what I mean. When I hold you close and you make a sound, does that auditory phenomenon mean what I hope it does? When…
The Owl and the Pussycat is a classic nonsense poem by Edward Lear which has always been one of favourite poems since my childhood. I’ve deliberately chosen this poem for today since I feel that every young reader should read…
By: Zunayet Ahammed You’ve hyped my life more than I’ve ever been So a big floral thank you to you for all your love and fragrance you proffer Whenever I cherish someone in my croft You’re there to sit close…
By: Tanmoy Biswas ***** Groom could not be found for Shontu’s sister. She was squint-eyed. She buried her life behind the noisy sewing-machine and inside dumb kitchen. Once Shontu took her and their old mother to Darjeeling. when in the cloud-free…
By: Tanmoy Biswas Kolkata. Sudder Street bylanes. New Delhi. Rajiv Chowk, outside metro station. Hyderabad. Punjagutta Circle. Bangalore. Backyards of Majestic. Kathmandu. Thamel. Faces painted trite. You smack of caution. Your catches stink erection, beer and (if you’re lucky enough) money….
By: Adreyo Sen I am a silence. To myself, the infinite loudness of my pain. No one can hear me. No one knows where I am, so deeply I lie within myself. Were I the weakest iris on a lonely crag,…
By: Linda M Crate i sit in the mists of my dreams, but i know my destiny is greater than this; and one day all these sorrows will decrease in value i will rise like the sun in the east…
By: Linda M Crate your heart has no sense of direction even if you are logical, and maybe that’s your problem because there’s nothing logical about love as rewarding as it is; but i wouldn’t expect a self-proclaimed knave to…
Literature Studio in association with Hawakaal Publishers presents the formal launch of the expanded second edition of Poem Continuous — Reincarnated Expressions by Bibhas Roy Chowdhury in STORY, a city bookstore located in southern Kolkata. The Hon’ble Minister of Tourism, Govt. of West…
By: Debleena Majumdar “Beautiful scenery isn’t it?” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It could not have been more perfect. The waves rose in perfect rhythm, Crashing safely just off my hammock A lone crone nodded a gentle hello, It could not…