Month: August 2020

Poetry

The Fluttering Wind

The fluttering wind echoes petrichor tales. What vermilion love you bring, oh dear? The sun had set, the sun had set. Can you beat the time’s recompense? I am the being that breathe elixir of veritability. I can’t escape the jabs of time. On my knees I am dear, please […]

Poetry

Querencia

The view of sparkling lights countless accolades flaunt endless clash of wit and deafening sounds of triumph cosmos that soul’s pirouette she creeps silently, hidden to the eyes of restless souls Into your memories that continue to pulsate the blood vessels of her heart a haven for the soul, a […]

Poetry

A Teacher

Your parent is your first teacher at home But there’s a school where potentials can be honed A venue of learning which is a child-friendly And the surrounding is inviting you naturally.   Here in school you can learn and have fun at the same time It is where you […]

Poetry

Better Late than Never

My affable being had a brush with a lousy treat my ebullient persona mistook tinted affection as real could not decipher its manipulative rhythm I was caught unawares in the webs became  the wicket spider’s victim   What is my fault? Is it sheer sin… if my heart longs for […]

Poetry

The Color of my Soul

The color of my soul, Is the color of the universe. All waves vibrate and roll, Sending high energy in diverse.   I’ve got a dashing blue aura. Extending peace and benevelonce, my mantra. I am gifted to lead and inspire. My life is destined happy to serve.   I’ve […]

Poetry

Journey

Life is a journey like a Bird in Flight You move against the hazy breeze and soar Wings are deflected to change direction And take a glance of the horizon   As you maneuver you take control And settle for the best place to touchdown Along you encounter vexation and […]

Fiction

Eleven September

by Anantinee ‘ JHUMPA’ Mishra 11 September, 1982 Sara bit her lip in concentration as she stretched her hand. She was crouched near the wooden fence in Nana Lu’s house, an old, smelly thing. It smelled exactly the same as Nana Lu’s house; like cats and hundreds of years old […]

Poetry

An Ode to My Friend

MY THOUGHTS FLAP BACK, AS I  LOOK BACK,  INTO THE REMOTE PAST, RECALLING BURIED MEMORIES OF THE PAST. THAT REMINDS ME , OF YOU, WHO FOUND HIDDEN IN ME, A SOMNOLENT PENCHANT FOR LITERATURE, YES, THE EXOTIC ENGLISH LITERATURE. PAST THOUGHTS BLOOM IN  MY MIND, AFRESH THEY BLOOM, TIME HASN’T […]