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By: Chandra S Dubey They came masqueraded like goblins, phantoms of death In some animated comics we had seen in thrill of joy Bodies covered , guns in their hands but souls naked, And then opened fire hitting our heads,…

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The second edition of the Jaipur BookMark, a dynamic, agenda-setting platform for publishing professionals from across South Asia, is set to take place next week, running in parallel to the ZEE Jaipur Literature Festival. Established last year, the Jaipur BookMark…

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Always challenging society and complacency, Gary Beck shows a powerful perspective in his latest poetry collection, Civilized Ways. According to the press release, his style and heart come through honestly and pull you into the truth of his words. Through…

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crushed to death in utter din on its way to across the river of vehicles in a rush of honking cars, pickups, SUVs in broad day light its entrails laid flat with wheels mercilessly grinding them to dust will the world…

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Today, The Literary Yard has turned two. And I must congratulate all stakeholders – authors who produced great content and readers who encouraged us to go on. In these two years, The Literary Yard has published hundreds of stories, poems,…

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Amazon.in has released its annual Reading Trends Report of the year 2014 on its marketplace. I know some of us may say that this is a list of its sales figures for different cities in different categories. And it is, I also believe. There is…

Poetry

By: Pijush Kanti Deb Still enchanting the fragrance of the naked rural soil- playful in the rain now captive in the odor of burnt lime and rusted iron. Still reverberating the sweet tweeting of the feathered singers in the poor…

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By: Pijush Kanti Deb It’s a well decorated stage yet may not be beautiful to all witnessing eyes and all of us are compelled to climb a flight of nine stairs up to reach the compulsory stage holding mother’s kind…

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By: Debleena Majumdar A friend called at work, Stepping onto the battleground. Narrowly missing the latest new missile, A strategic powerpoint file. A friend called at work, Reminding me of the plans made for lunch. But it was not A good…

Poetry

I’m an editor, not a brainless salesman And I don’t review or publish porn Maybe the nextdoor nerds will love it Dump your scripts at their door If you believe I missed the psychological conflict Veiled behind the exceedingly damn’d…