Literary Yard

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Poetry

By: Deeya Bhattacharya You alight, in the very dawn, of love; Far away, from the milky sky, above, Enmeshed, your presence, in my offerings- Cannot bid adieu, but continue, suave, Gentle you go, into my bosom far- Keep pace, with…

Poetry

By: Deeya Bhattacharya I don’t remember certain things now I don’t need, a tug, at the waistband I wear, while dressing vegetables a breath of cinnamon, at my forehead driving my beads of perspiration while at work The staunch garlic…

Fiction

By: Deepti Nalavade Mahule “I remember that night so well,” my grandmother began the story, her wrinkled face and milky eyes focused on some point far away in her ancient memories. Her audience sitting cross-legged around her – grandchildren, grandnieces,…

Poetry

By: Kirti Verma Whether you try to hide;But love there in your eyes;You might not be true,But always true your calm eyes;Just like wholesome soul,So live beautiful eyes;Two dazzling little charm,Telling that you don’t defy;Pretty balls following me,I can’t forget…

Fiction

By: S.D. Lavender Before I ended up here, I played piano four nights a week at Fong’s Chinese joint on the north side. I was pretty good, but nobody really cared. They came for the food. It was good food….

Poetry

By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath…

Poetry

By: Rachael Welch I am a meadowlark, Wandering through the thick oak forest Longing for clearings in the dense brush, so I can Embrace the miniature grasses again. “Tickle my naked feet and shock me sideways!” I exclaim. One leap, Gone….

Non-Fiction

By : Jeshtha Kamra A man there was, Not understood by many. His friends were superfluous, If he had any, Levitas his principle, Pleasure his aim, Neither guilt existed for him Nor shame. I may not know the science of…

Non-Fiction

By: Shilpa Jayshankar   It was a pleasant morning, I boarded a bus in Banshankari and sat glued to the window next to my seat. The pleasant weather and my mood made me switch on the music on my mobile almost…

Poetry

By: Leena A formlessness scatters on the night sky; that spreads its embrace over obscure spaces, over earth, over water, over air, behind a veil of silence.