Month: September 2021

Poetry

Sunday

It is a bright and lovely sunny day, A lot of fun is expected today. What a beautiful Sunday I am thrilled to make it a fun day. Even the rivers are having fun; they flow with many twists and turns. The time is moving fast Just like the rivers […]

Fiction

Damage: A Series of Escapades

by Tiyasha Khanra Prologue “I was not scared for I got suspended. I knew the danger is not over yet. I was humiliated by everything that happened to me. But that was not all for me, you know. I was just thinking an entire society and not one of them […]

Fiction

Aghoris

by Dr. Pragya Suman Aghori Sadhus are dangerous creatures and why they should fear–they don’t have even an inch of reason, because they believe in a transcendental mood. ‘Only Aghoris physic live here and they swim like brown birds –look above they are in flocks.’ Mother pointed above by right […]

Poetry

Shipping Love

Love doesn’t exist With buds of Fragrance Where I cleanse my soul by shipping love   Your jubbly girl Spoiled of your shipping love   Eloquent of your voice Caress my earlobe with sweet bites of a long night Where you spoiled me By your shipping love   Love doesn’t […]

Poetry

A Glorious Vision

When a tribal boy sat on a curvaceous  road in the bank of the river, a cool wind began to flow and cloud disappeared in the sky. He was listening to the sweet sounds of birds in the early morning. He could see the joyful fluttering of water hens and […]

Poetry

Rusted String

As I tapped on a rusted string, It made a sound so amazing Filled in an ecstasy made my heart swing, Making me fly with fantasy wings.   Room around was filled with a soothing sound, As if it was all the walls and the ground, Playing orchestra in the […]

Poetry

Kurt or Morrison?

One self- consumes The self-loathing, all the wallowing.   The other warns of, Wallowing, it’s dire, too dire.   The reptilia he becomes Doesn’t serve any, I’d rather breathe in, clear skies, Bald eagle and a Tiger, I roar, I fly.   Kurt celebrates purity Morrison injects madness I’d rather […]

Poetry

At Midnight Twelve

At midnight twelve, My mom starts to yell, “Will you close your lap? Or should I throw that away?”   Ah! How will she know? The guilt of passing deadlines And the mountains of work due The edits from the publisher And comments from the editor Suggestions from the teacher […]

Poetry

Motivation from the Setting Sun

As the Sun went down,                in all its fine glory;  it narrated to the deep blue sky, a truly inspiring story.   The sky was initially aghast, to lose its guiding light; life would never be the same, he dreaded the dark, evil night.   Soon he saw the […]