Some historians call me Roxanne, But my father called me Roshanak, his bright little star. Born in backwater Bactria under the light of a sulfuric acid-laden planet. Though I prefer the civilized Roxana. At sweet sixteen, I married…
In the cartoon, the crab said Go on and kiss the girl. The young lovers in a late-night lake boat rendezvous. First, we’ve got to create the mood. When I was four, I pretended to be asleep until my parents…
Poet’s Bio- Sarah George Thengungal lives and works in London and steals every moment away from her day job as a lawyer to write poetry, fiction and travel writing. Winning ‘The Guardian’ travel writing prize in 2011 inspired her to become a…
Silence by Gonzalinho da Costa I am quieted when you are near and I hear you speak in the mouth of the wind blowing soft incessant rain scorpion hiddenly escaping in the grass sprung branch suddenly letting go…
Poet’s Bio: Tina Mukerji Mehta has been a screenwriter and content writer for nearly a decade, and has also been a juror in numerous Film Festivals and Screenwriting Competitions, Endas Screenplay Competition and JNU Filmfest. She has worked with auteurs like…
Poet’s Bio: Tina Mukerji Mehta has been a screenwriter and content writer for nearly a decade, and has also been a juror in numerous Film Festivals and Screenwriting Competitions, Endas Screenplay Competition and JNU Filmfest. She has worked with auteurs like…
Poet’s Bio: Tina Mukerji Mehta has been a screenwriter and content writer for nearly a decade, and has also been a juror in numerous Film Festivals and Screenwriting Competitions, Endas Screenplay Competition and JNU Filmfest. She has worked with auteurs like…
( for Nigeria at 53 ) Eventful must this place be if we have to weed away like stubborn grass, the wastrels that mess with our mess. Truculent we must be, if we have to lose ourselves possessed by…
A tree stands at the centre of flood, the only thing standing on our land, overthrown by flood. I long to see that stump on which we used to sit, after the farm’s work. That fire place, where we…
They came with their rod and showed us signs that they were God sent. Laden with the merciful mantle to lead us to our own promised land; they showed us signs in your name and immerse our minds in wonders.…
She let herself into a new world; And let the old world go forever. Life is short they say, So why squander in despair that leads nowhere? She heard the voice of hope, Greeted dreams on her way on…
Today is another story, not another dayevery day is a story, a narrationof fact, fiction and the mind.a dog whimpers, limps across the road.so does another man, another woman.still, today is different.yesterday had another story, the moonand a sleepless night.…