Month: July 2020

Poetry

A Dream of a Poor Boy

I, being poor boy can only conceive To speak up my dream is a pain I’ve spread my dream under my feet Threatened to see desperate visions.   I live, I take breath for no reason Strolling along weak legs everyday In cities, villages with weepy eyes I felt mercy […]

Articles

Facts are Lonely, Today

By Mark Antony Rossi The act of recording history was predicated on a simple intention: instruct the future. History is replete with warnings against committing the same costly mistakes that maim trust and murder dreams. As I witness mindless mobs toppling statues, I remember how this ignorant misuse of agitation […]

Poetry

Gaia

Tonight she emerged as a star, In the night sky of my dreams. Swaying the clouds of winter mists, That smeared my windows screen. The light was faint at first, As perceived from half opened eyes. Now my forehead glowing with light, As the angel descended from the sky. Whispering […]

Articles

Helicopter Parents

by Anantinee ‘JHUMPA’ Mishra ‘Mom! Stop reading my texts!’ ‘Dad, stop checking my laptop!’ ‘For god’s sakes, I can see whoever I want to!’ Space. Privacy. Boundaries. These small words can create a big difference in relationships. We, teenagers, continuously ask for our own space, our own domain. We want […]

Poetry

‘I’ Am The Sun And Conquering Light And Fire

TheGodSunLight : What is my crime ? What is my crime ? Karma / Promethean Rebellion II, and Lovemaking only with ya Indian Goddess Earth. And Yes ! Karma is the PrometheanRebelLion ! Yes ! ‘I’m the PrometheanRebelLion ! Yes, ‘I’ Am ‘I’ ! From the Alpha to Omega ! […]

Cartoon

Vaccines

By Amber Marfatia from Pune, India                                 Find & Follow more cartoons from Amber at www.instagram.com/toonstory.in  

Poetry

Bruises

“Can you look at these deep torments all over?” , I asked… “No, can’t see any”, everybody hollered. I was not able to perceive why Is this so. Then discerned, Not all are seen with naked eyes. Some are painted on the soul carrying the colours of fear and trauma […]

Poetry

I had an Ancestral House

I had an ancestral house. A beautiful, strange house with a grandmother in it. We couldn’t keep grandmother alive forever, so the house was sold soon after she was buried.   Its been years 5…6… or 7… maybe more than that since the house ceased to exist. I still remember […]