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Fiction

By: Emily Eckart Greg had been watching Kayla for three months now, and he still wasn’t sure which of her details he liked best. She had her hair tied up messily. Her eyes were lined in dark makeup. Her skin,…

Poetry

By Reese Scott you sucked me off until there was only marrow as you grew bored and decided to stay using words gestures and language to hide your appearance into mine until there is nothing else i can see

Poetry

By: Khuswand Naidu Nor to hear Nor to see Nor to talk bad If be to follow what Ghandi said we be to called monkeys of Gandhigiri What to do in today’s world follow Gandhigri? Or make own path Or work…

Poetry

By: Adreyo Sen Angel is the word that comes to me unbidden when you are sleeping. Banter lets me drown in the love in your eyes. Candor is the gift you’ve always given me. Demure are your smiles in your delighting…

Poetry

By: Leena Adhvaryu As I sit alone and ponder over a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my…

Poetry

By: Leena Adhvaryu A slow eating evening of a supine day, obfuscating the vaulting dome of the sky, inviting the crickets to take over the night.

Poetry

By: Leena Adhvaryu The landscape of love lies here amongst the wildflowers; under the antiquated trees who dare to kiss the morning sun face to face with the sky. Beleaguered with the wild trails and apple orchards perfectly silent, profoundly mute…

News

Often the synopsis of a novel plays an important role in creating interest in the reader’s mind about it. Maybe you would find ‘Seahorse’ interesting which is a novel by Janice Pariat published by Random House India. The novel is…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar The eyes; you notice them first, Eyes that had seen a father flinch In shame, or a mother’s lost look of pain, Yet eyes that look at you, warm and pure, As you stand at the door,…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar They said fishes cannot fly But you drew paper fishes. They flew, free, in your dreams, With their wings of silver and gold. But who would believe if you told? They said its’ raining; run inside Don’t…