Article 19

Category: Art

  • A Friend, The Wind and some Memories (A poem by Ram Bragadish)

    Oh my friend, The dearest of the lot, Do you remember the wind? The way it made us smile, With catastrophic intentions. The way it caressed our ways, And made us forget, The sweat and the blood stains.   Nature’s organic rebel at work, Whispering thoughts into people’s heads, Providing them with a very convincing Read More

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  • Books (A poem by Pritam Majumdar)

    a wall of books between us – a few dead authors turn summersault in their graves I would never know what earthly smell they had when they made first love, in which world what water they broke when they made ecstasy books don’t care about these forceps panting, prosthetic words emotions sanitized in a painting Read More

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  • Transcending Narcissist Me. (A poem by Shivoham)

    I think so much, I can’t write, It’s because this “I” isn’t right. Replacing “I” with “This self”, For the fact, this ego, cannot help. This Self is Great, people said. Those were it’s beauty and head. Its Body grew strong handsome, and Mind collected ransom from people stunned. One day, s/he smiled and refused Read More

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  • I (A poem by Nila W.)

    I involves truth, The genuine bash of darkness, The undisputed inability to articulate, The desperate weakness of a haunted inside. It carries all the injuries of being, The existential dementia of Bats squeaking upside down. Spiders weaving their webs in the corner, Pigeon poop and the stench, Beetles crawling domestic in their eggs.   I Read More

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  • I’m longing for You (Vignesh K)

    I long for you, I long only for you, But you don’t care for me.   I magnetize every eye Except yours, People’s palms hold me, Many lips wet my cheek, Their joyous bustle reaches my ears. I could feel their happiness, But, I cannot enjoy anything Anything without you.   I want you, I’m Read More

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  • Two Poems by Malavika

    (1) All of a sudden her mother started to Smell like an onion She rolled her chapattis Like a de-constructivist scholar   Next day her father came to smell Like a tomato He churned the pickles Like a Marxist-reader   “Did you get what I was talking about?” “No?” It doesn’t matter This is exactly Read More

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  • EYES – A Short Story

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    I reached the Delhi airport at around 5 p.m. I could see people swarming around here and there. I reached the counter and got my boarding pass. My cell phone rang. On the other end was my wife, Viji. “Hello, Viji.” I said. “Yeah, hello…everything okay there? When will you be back? Over here, both Read More

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  • A MODEST PROPOSAL: How to Turn the Mass of Poor and Malnourished Children into a Valuable Asset to the Family and the Nation (Sofia S)

    It is not an exceedingly pleasurable experience that any resident, or a foreign visitor, is forced to witness in the streets of this nation, which is, if not crowded, is populated by young children who swarm around their darling mother in the dilapidated footwalks. In any walk through an Indian street, barring the streets of Read More

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  • Writing Today (Shweta Venkatesh)

    The verb ‘writing’ appears, upon first glance, to be a rather simple one. It denotes the act of taking up a pen or pencil and simply penning down whatever one wishes to. Today, however, writing, in a literary sense, has come to mean both writing and typing. Undoubtedly, it is more convenient to type out Read More

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  • IN THE BEGINNING (Zara)

    in the beginning there was nothing. darkness. emptiness. out of this void came everything. that ever existed. out of it will come everything that will ever exist. maybe this hole growing inside me will become the beginning of something. -Zara  -Illustration by Ashraya Maria  Read More

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