By: Pijush Kanti Deb Assuming the golden sunrise and the colorful rainbow standing in the sky against the invasion of black clouds with the flying colors as the beginning of a good day a mysterious hand blooms the five senses…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb My burnt lips are reluctant still I make room for a heart-soothing smile on them admitting its utility in making the best of a bad bargain. My hot heart is not a coward yet I oil…
By: Antara Roy I hope you have, somewhere there, inside, somewhere, in that inaccessible heart of yours. a secret chamber of deep, overflowing passions, You are always so cool, so aloof.. I hope you have, somewhere there, inside a secret stash…
By: Michael C. Keith Authors have always faced a tough path: chronic rejection, no job security, and low pay . . . if you’re lucky. –– Ron Charles Shad Newburg was excited that his publisher was arranging a regional…
By: William T. Hathaway My grandma forgets things. She’s got old-timers and mixes stuff up. She’s a sweet old gal but starting to lose it upstairs. She’s living with my parents now that she can’t take care of herself so…
Writer and former publishing executive who co-founded Common Sense Media, Liz Perle died on Thursday at her home in San Francisco. She was 59, reports New York Times. Liz died due to breast cancer. Perle began her career in 1981…
By: Zunayet Ahammed I I saw you today In an autumn dress full of juice Like white clouds of the Sky To chuckle at me quietly Like a girl of 17 who feels woozy Looking inside and inside Not thinking…
By: Sri Ram My dear stinged bee, its your nectar writing this… If you think my nectar is impure then you are wrong… I might have fallen in love with him once but even he could not stand the weight…
Wrapped in the gown of a mystery novel, ‘The Secretive Six’ by Saurabh Mathur does not in fact come true to its claims. The story revolves around an IIT professor’s death which turns out to be a murder. Although the author…
By: Rishitha Shetty He stands with one leg, on the…………ocean’s edge and the other …………on the mountain top. Woman, man, beast or God- walk below my thigh, he says. His head, cushioned in clouds; his eyelids, a shroud on the fires…
