Because she wore mismatched clothes,
and nerdy glasses, too big for her face.
She had no sense of humor,
knew no trends, and had no taste.
Her laugh was hideous,
and her curves absent.
She longed to be a full … [Read the rest...] “A Tale | Nirali Bandaru”
Little Ones | Sukrita Paul Kumar
Terror-struck bees
Buzzing in hornets
Yellow Sun
shooting out of
black clouds
……………………………………………………………
Buddha in grey stone
Melting in
White peace
…………………………………………………………….
Through stillness of my walk
The forest dancing in fog
The earth in circles
……………………………………………………………
A scream shooting … [Read the rest...] “Little Ones | Sukrita Paul Kumar”
Reminiscence | Dr. N Madani Syed
My father scraps the salty Marina wind
Off his body (nearing the retirement age)
Before the sound of the BBC radio announcer,
Who declares in his white-collar voice
The cessation of the Russian aggression
Over the neighbouring spirited nation.
He … [Read the rest...] “Reminiscence | Dr. N Madani Syed”
Mother Daughter | Fatima Siraj
Since I am a daughter
my mother overshares with me
transferring scars through stories
that do not leave a mark
if my listening brings her healing
should i scratch her wounds?
It’s A Girl! | Fatima Siraj
My mother’s pregnant belly
feared that God will announce a girl
that the neighbors will refuse
to celebrate
and her father will ask for more
but my mother’s fragile heart
skipped a beat in sync with mine
when she heard … [Read the rest...] “It’s A Girl! | Fatima Siraj”
My Language And I | Fatima Siraj
My Language and I
From a language that is written
right to left
they have assumed
my society is backwards.
Sweet Danger | Prabakar Thyagarajan
This morning is bellicose with flame... he thought, surveying the arid landscape. Small wonder that Babur the Mongol hated this.... The Metro rail streaked its hungry lope through prickly thickets, its belly’s churn of bodies bovine and dangle-necked. Scrawny straggles… [Read the rest...] “Sweet Danger | Prabakar Thyagarajan”
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