“It has been 15 years. Whenever I ask you about dad, you either ignored me or just said he lives out of the country. Why the hack I had never received a call, letter or even a single message from him. Just a gift once in a year that too on my birthday taggingContinue reading “MY father : Ms. Arnali Deshmukh (Meenakshi)”
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A Mourner’s Prayer (Medusa)
Rivers of blood and tears Flowing from a broken people Endless melancholy! In their hearts they carry the sorrow of those that came before Trying to live a life that is never really theirs Grieving for our children Violently stripped away from a mother’s warm embrace Poisoned by despair Too much pain to bear UnhappinessContinue reading “A Mourner’s Prayer (Medusa)”
Her (Joan McNerney)
Did you see that woman falling from the escalator at Grand Central Terminal? Lying in dark circles of blood? Begging the police not to tell anyone? She would be alright when she got up. What about her? Did you see that woman screaming in front of the newsstand? Hear those screams… Of hatred spewing from her face? Notice herContinue reading “Her (Joan McNerney)”
Eggs (Jane)
Eggs When breaking an egg the shell fractures in my hand, scattering brown flints into the yolk. I chase them round the bowl with a teaspoon, scooping out the debris. I usually miss a bit. Fragile and strong, eggs are clever beasts. When we were children you cooked us chucky eggs, couldn’t stomach them yourself, Continue reading “Eggs (Jane)”
GUNS AND FLOWERS (Suchismita Ghoshal)
One night I looked through the shimmering eyes of my mother and glided down to another mysterious universe: Where my vision got stumbled upon on various women and they spilled their heart-wrenching lamentations: I saw how a girl with childish shenanigans treasuring butterflies was brutishly tormented for scoring low in her math exam; Where aContinue reading “GUNS AND FLOWERS (Suchismita Ghoshal)”
Maya’s Metamorphosis (Deepti Menon)
The virus roamed about outside, waiting to sink its claws into anyone foolish enough to walk around without adequate protection. It was invisible but had the strength to stay alive for over forty-eight hours. Maya’s maid was waxing eloquent over the graphic descriptions floating around as freely as the virus itself. “Madamji, the virus isContinue reading “Maya’s Metamorphosis (Deepti Menon)”
She Chose to be Strong (Fatima Ali Raza)
She knew she could become weak; But she had the choice to be at the peak. She knew she could rest; But she had the choice to be the best. She knew she could give up; But she had the choice to stand up. She knew she could wither away; But she had the choiceContinue reading “She Chose to be Strong (Fatima Ali Raza)”
Red Dusk (Amy Lee)
My body should hug the red dusk nigh Whose clouds yearn another sky? My dreams should kiss the foreign star What homeland remains afar? My world reigned when promises remained My world ended as their rage became undone Home is Never Defeated Home, is not a piece of land on the map Home, is notContinue reading “Red Dusk (Amy Lee)”
Broken Bangles (Anjali Jha)
We all humans born in 21st century and we are living in 21st century. We are gentle. We are wise. We are clever. We are intelligent. If God is the creator of this universe then we can say we humans are just after God in this universe. We came here with a lot of expectationsContinue reading “Broken Bangles (Anjali Jha)”
American Geisha (Cynthia Gallaher)
She couldn’t land a modeling job at this warehouse of Japanese artifice, photo studio of metamorphic rooms, chilly sets of furniture, appliances, bed linens, seamless photo paper, each elaborately draped with Nordic models six feet tall, with unshorn blond hair, Arctic eyes, noses straight as scalpels. She, perhaps too ordinary, too warm and monochromatic toContinue reading “American Geisha (Cynthia Gallaher)”
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