‘The Plummet’ by Namrata

Namrata

Short Story ID- 2/2015 The shrill screams from the room next door woke Ruma from her sleep. Since the time she had come here sleep had always evaded her, right now she held on tightly to whatever little of sleep…

‘The Worship room’ by Afshan Shafi

Afshan Shafi

I saw what green walls, they had cocooned you in, with the refrain of your rosaries, brighter and brighter each evening, hemic knots cored and plucked into half moons, gold -sheaved narcissi starred with cochineal, the lilt of your white…

‘The Real Lonely kind’ by Afshan Shafi

Afshan Shafi

  ‘Coquetry is a triumph of the spirit over the senses’ Coco Chanel   Somethings are too unlovely to discover. the commonest toad has its emerald articulations to suffer. it has perhaps a comely defense, many pale islands of symmetry…

‘Ganga’ by Kavitha Rath

Kavitha Rath

  In my third eye, I rose out of the Potomac through sun-pierced cloudlight, Ophelianic, offering slippery selkie love to the self-ordained fashionites who reject my cinnamon-laced libation, sacred gift of release.   They trample the ashes in their gauche…

‘You are my brother’ by Gonzalinho da Costa

Gonzalinho Da Costa

I saw you dirty, sleeping in the street, Your dry hide, carbon smudged ancient pottery, Your fingernails, black as oil pooling in the driveway, Your hair spiked like hawk feathers clumped by doormat mud. I mistook you for an asphalt…