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Poetry

By- Pijush Kanti Deb Flying in the sky, reaching just near to the Heaven the golden lips- painted by the spoon- made of gold utter blissfully ‘WOW’ looking at the luminous fool moon and recite a love poem narrating the…

Poetry

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The upbringing of a feathery singer bestows a burnt painter with a landscape comprising of two feathery opponents one is dead and found on a heap of garbage and other sings for the composition of epics…

Fiction

By: Gaither Stewart I am bizarre. No more and no less than my characters. I know that about myself. Who gets into his car with no special place to go and decides on the spot to drive to Istanbul? Where…

Fiction

By: Will Darlington Day 1, 10.13 a.m. Well, here I am. Not quite sure where I am, or what I’m doing here, but I am here. There must be a reason for my being here but I do not precisely know,…

Fiction

By: Michael C. Keith Fear is faith that it won’t work out. –– Anonymous Maxwell Booth sits in his doctor’s lobby awaiting the results of his x-ray. A cough that started months earlier has worsened to the point that he has…

Fiction

By: Raja Jaiswal The railway station of a small town, near Gorakhpur, had been renovated to a new level, on the theme of palace. A flash crowd appeared very timely, routinely, humming and driving their luggage to platform, through the…

Fiction

By: Samantha Memi The early morning light streamed through the hospital windows, capturing floating specks of dust, and glistening on the polished floor. The two sisters waited in the reception area, not noticing the sunlight outside. Having travelled through the…

NewsPoetry

By: Soma Roy This book of poems by Dr. Kiriti Sengupta is elegant and is a pleasure to hold. The depth of the richness of the images of the Floating Lamps invites the reader to explore further and accompany the…

Fiction

By: Rajendra Roul The weather could not have been more pleasant.  There was no humidity. No sweating either. A soft breeze was blowing calmly darting a romantic surge through their spines. The sun was nowhere in the sky. That does not…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate i guess the biggest lie anyone has ever told me is that people care for all they ever have cared about is what they can take from me because greed seems the economy of these times,…