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…
By: Adreyo Sen When this house no longer is, its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Cloud, dark cloud everywhere As light is off and oil is up. But throwing hands and legs They have been shouting now and then, “Have we lost our dignity?” Oh! Nowhere is it found. Why? Though…
By: Izzy Noon I can guarantee you the old folks Are saying it’s not a real wedding Without a real preacher, even if it’s A courthouse wedding, ‘cause That’s not what’s right in the eyes Of God, passing judgment with small…
By: Izzy Noon I go in with my paltry Idea, like it’s the small kid On the playground and I have To defend it from bullies Who might pluck its feathers.