Sunday, August 25, 2019

That Dragon, Karkinos

By Dhananjay Gupta A tough carapace, a crab a staring gaze, a dagger jab. That dragon, Karkinos sat there, silent in her dragon's lair. The earth rumbled as Karkinos...

The pain and bliss of nostalgia

Spending your childhood in Mumbai has a charm of its own. Where people complained of traffic and rush, I was too young to understand any of it. For me, that was the only way of living.

Places changed, people changed, situations changed through my stay of nine years, but one thing which never changed for me were the monsoons of Mumbai. It is of the monsoons which I hold the fondest recollections.

The Lazy Writer

The farewell - Sumakesh Mishra Because no one is ever too old to believe in fairy tales  "When the last of us falls" - Sumakesh Mishra The...

Every Picture Tells a Story

Picture by Priyank Gupta “The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be...

The Irony of My Life

By Anant Preet. 

I have no wings, But I still can fly,

My life is full of brutal truth and lie.

Samvedansheel Mann

देख-देख हरण-चीरहरण, धिक् दुर्जन, कर्त्तव्य धिक्कारता, सुनता है रुदन, भावाभिव्यक्ति जटिल, सुन मानव, कोई मदद को पुकारता, एक कोरा कागज, पड़ी थी जिन पर, चार पानी की बूँदें, सजल-नयन-युग्म के मोती...

Lies

Lies. If it's wrong, You tell me it is right, If something's gone, You say it likes to hide, If the world changes, You tell me it's still the same, If...

The Billboard Leasin’ Company

We was a small billboard leasin' company. However, if yeh was privileged enough to attend a high school, yeh could call us an advertisin'...

Enemies

By Devashish Kumar

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