The Remission

A wild dog called out from somewhere in the forest. She sighed and looked back at her footsteps that were no longer visible. She could make out nothing around her except the darkness, the turbulent torrent and wild dogs for company. Not an ideal place to spend the evening...

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Hello My name Is Bob

I can feel myself moving towards you. My lips are dry, my mind has been absorbed. All I can think of is the sweet release I would feel in your company. Things are moving too fast. I am overwhelmed. My head feels heavy, my body tired. Sleep however is...

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I Cry Out

Beyond that steel mask of emotion, Beyond the icy glare, Beyond the snobbishness that irritates, A frightened man lies there. He wakes every morning with apprehension, Clouding his mind, Pounding it time and time again, Until the winds sweep his ashes away. He’s caught in a steel case of...

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Darkness

She ran….not knowing why…not knowing where she was headed, it was really perplexing that she couldn’t come to place the reason why she was running. But she couldn’t even stop, for some strange reason. As darkness shrouded her in its many layers, she could sense an eerie sense of...

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My land, my nation

  Is it for those lush green meadows Or is it the warmth that it shows Is it for the rich culture and history Or the pride and glow, it bestows? For what, do I take my country’s name with pride? Why do I call her my own? An...

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Being Refugee

I am not an orphan; not even a terrorist in a land of foe; neither am I a person from the caste of ‘untouchables’. I am residing in the Republic of India since last thirty years. I have my driving license from New Delhi. I have my voter id...

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Destiny

They burnt the houses They killed the innocent Thousands were left hungry Many had lost the will to live Many could not bear the pain I did not do anything Yet, they still blame me I did not do anything, And now they call me destiny They soared to...

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Along came reality check

Its spring again. For Willie (or Will, as he is called by his intimate friends) its one reason to be happy in this world where there are a hundred more reasons to be sad. There is something magical about this season. You need not be an ecologist to be...

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When They Came Home

Last weekend the news was announced. Well it wasn’t really announced. I overheard Mom speaking on the phone and put two and two together. Kurian Uncle and Sarah Aunty were coming to town. Mom was, as always hesitant to tell us the news. It was just two days before...

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I’ll Not Let “U” Die…

Even though the winds start receding, The streams stop flowing, The rituals faint, The customs stain, The habits trail, The temperaments quail. Even though the power change hands And even though the regime ‘brutally’ stands Till the “mighty pen” is breathing… I’ll not let “U” die…. ((This poem is...

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The Banyan Tree

Among those giants with their noses held high, Among all those who were staring haughtily into the sky, There stood a shy and timid Banyan tree- Its roots spread around it like a cage. It was a hundred years in age, And it had seen years turning into eras...

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A Little Pride, A Little Hurt

The notification arrived on the 24th of August. He held the large bulky envelope from NASA for a long time in his hands. Besides detailed maps, pictures, and diagrams of orbits, it contained a short letter that had turned his world upside-down. “Due to the revision of the term...

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Ode To A Sewer

You truly are the epitome of bona fide abhorrence; A rotting legend in itself your stream flows, carrying the detritus of the world with eternal patience, Does not the smell of your load reach your nose? While your sister has an idyllic effect on plains and ranges, and thus...

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A Bollywood Spoof

Dear Basanti, I am writing this letter to you only because when you’ll read this I’ll be long gone and you would have dropped your Puja Thali reading this. I know you’re going to read this, seeing my face on the letter and imagining me speaking these dialogues. I’ve...

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Diary Entry of a Chain Smoker

It was a gloomy morning. I somehow woke myself up and made my way to the bathroom. On my to the bathroom, my hand mechanically slipped into my pocket and came out with a cylinder. I could barely feel the heat. And then I looked at myself in the...

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Grey Silence

It rocked with a peculiar squeaky sound and he just wouldn’t let it stop. It appeared as if Bryan would speak up any moment now – “Stop rocking the hell out of me!! What is wrong with you?” He continued to search for his much desired obscurity, sitting by...

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Our Lives

Our lives are one, Our dreams might be different, But they flow together. Our love might just be different, but, Our depth is the same, Infinite… as we go deeper.

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The Shadow Proves the Sunshine

In early December, three years ago, I boarded a public tempo to make it to school in time. School buses have their history of negligence and errata, and mine had failed to arrive at all. No one being home, I had to fend for myself. Bunking was out of...

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A Strange Cowardice

Part I They somehow found Mark and me in the mineshaft. I don’t know how they got through. When we had tried to escape, it had seemed like there was no way out. Perhaps I missed something; some way out somewhere, hidden from my battle weary eyes. It was...

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Ennui at my bedside

Long months of summer And sitting idle and tied No hope for movement Ennui at my bedside. Paralyzed limbs, yes But not paralyzed thought Some freedom of observation This immobility has begot.

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Story Of A Psychopath

You know that little voice in your head? Yeah, that sanctimonious self-righteous s.o.b in the back of your head that’s always cribs and cries and never lets you have fun. Whether you’re pushing around that dork in school with those nerdy spectacles and plastic retainer, or trying to get...

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Straighter Woes

“Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?” asks Ernest Gaines in all fairness. Just the very mention of the word irks disgusted looks and shakes of heads...

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With A Word She Can Get What She Came For

A VERY FAIRY TALE (MINUS THE PRESENCE OF ANY FAIRIES. TRIED, TESTED, BUT COULDN’T FIT ANY. APOLOGIES. HOWEVER, UNLESS I’M SUED, THE NAME STANDS) STARRING: Red Riding – A fiery red femme fatale of many layers, a characteristic quite in contrast to her fashion taste, we assure you. If...

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The life of mountains in pills

Jehangir got off the bus and started walking towards Oxford Street. This won’t do, because in reality: Jehangir got off the bus, a tattered old bus, and started walking towards Park Street. Or even better, I got off the bus and started walking towards ________ Street. I was carrying...

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Lucky dip

I walked out of the gate, whistling ‘Yesterday’, one of my favourite Beatles’ songs, with the week’s pocket money tucked snugly into my front pocket. I could feel the crisp 50 rupee note rustling as I walked, filling my mind with the endless possibilities it offered. The money usually...

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The Circle of Retribution

Swallow it done, It’s just a jagged little pill. Wasim shaded his eyes as he stepped out into the street. The sun shone with a pale, cold yellow light. A haze lingered in the air, mingled with the smoke of burning incense and particles of dust, lending reality to...

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With or Without You

Lyric- With a word she can get what she came for. Agastya was sitting on a steel bench at Platform Number 4 of the CP station, which lies along the Blue line of the Delhi Metro. It is the best thing that has ever happened to Delhi, he thought....

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The Things I Hide

It was awful. The shred of paper sitting sullenly before him; It was truly, god awful. But since he was used to such torture each and every work day, it was nothing new. New; new would be crème moccasins she wore. New would be her sunny smile and flower girl scent....

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Winter

The sun, once strong; now shines just to prove all good things must cease to exist. Breathing for survival; alive, but not living. Teeth tatter- is it the cold? Or is it rage – because you are cold?

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Mirror, Noire

She glided to the window, the city’s yellowed sphere somehow seeming to be marked for the sole purpose of the buzz below, as if the dark night was nonexistent. The multi-storied apartment that she had bought only 3 months before had been lavishly designed and furnished within no time....

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Mami’s Memories

Ramu mama’s snores sounded through the common window separating 35 and 36, Ramar Koil Street, and could be heard from where Nasreen Gopal sat next door, cross-legged. With nothing better to do at that time in the village of Illundavoor, and no one to talk to (as Mr.Gopal had...

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Urgent

Tired, dusty, silent, furor, Sagging load carried forever, Like rotting thoughts That seem so clever. Denial, logic, cracking voice, Faltering air of assumed poise, Accumulated mass of nothingness, Trash, if not anything less.

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Slippery, stubby, grubby hands

“Pat and kiss those flabby thumbs Just as your told!” Said my angry mum. “We’ll have no tickles or bearded men glee, So off with the gloves, and kiss like me.” Chubby boys like the attention a lot Brothers will toy with their wee tater tots. “Not gingerly enough–you’ll...

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The Dreamy Dryad

The distant star gleams, On a blushing pink sky; The world seems drowned, In the lark’s melodious cry. The trees are ablossom, With dimpled dainty flowers. The Dreamy Dryad dreams, With her eyes gazing afar.

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Gwen Twinklespark

Gwen Twinklespark was upset. No, upset wasn’t the right word. Distraught, more like. The day had begun fairly well; she had seen no signs of it possibly going this bad. The eggs had been perfectly poached and her protein shake had tasted just the right amount of disgusting. Her...

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Being Six

I was six years old. Yes, six. A lot of this story has much to do with my age which is six. I hated school. I had just started it, by the way. But I knew I was going to hate it. Forever. Every morning a big green bus...

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The Old Man In The Subway

I see him everyday. Rather, every morning. This old man in tattered clothes. Sitting on the steps of the subway that brings me from across the road to HT House. An old man wearing a dirty dhoti. A light pink half-sleeved shirt that does not even look pink now,...

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The Inevitable Breakup

She sat on a rusty old bench in the middle of the bustling market. Her head felt heavy, her heart heavier. The feeling had been with her for a while, ever since she found herself talking to him like a mature and responsible adult. She told him she couldn’t...

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Only A Soldier

He goes at the dawn he comes back at the last hint of dusk He fights to save you he fights to save me Brave at heart, raring to go He is the son of the motherland, Who puts his nation first And himself second.

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Past Midnight Between A Journey

Looking down at the river’s crystal surface, No sign we see of its flow A drop of a pebble, the echoing swallow of its dip, Reminds us, it breathes too, and lives. Its a night quieter than any, for we breath within ourselves An unspoken silence reigns unanimously In...

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Suicide Note #2

To Margie, With Love Dear Margie, Hope you enjoyed the breakfast I made. Didn’t give Rustom a bath, that mutt is filthy anyway. I’ve cleaned the utensils, the jars, smoked a cigarette, cleaned the drawers, your purse. I am going to commit suicide. No no, this time it isn’t...

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Suicide Note #3

Hi mom.dad. Please leave the crying for later. Besides, your teardrops will end up smudging my last attempt at conversation. I’m dead and tears don’t have therapeutic powers. I‘ll tell you what does though. Sex. But who would want to screw someone with a 3 inch excuse right. Wrong....

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Suicide Note #4

Su Views I’m not depressed because of the cruel world, It’s not drug abuse, there are no terrible incidents in my past that I cant live with, nor is it a heart wrenching break up. Ordinarily even, though I don’t get as much sex as i’d normally want and...

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Suicide Note #5

With due respect to my wife (completely kind as she was, her name is Hyacinth Bucket a.k.a. Bouquet), friends (absolutely unaware and indifferent as they were to me and my pitiable condition) and my relatives (long lost as they are), I wish to inform you of my suicide which...

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Suicide Note #10

Dear Sweetheart, I’m writing these words after I drank that bottle of rat poison that you kept in the cupboard. I’m really sorry I slept with your brothers, and uncles, your fathers (yes I slept with all three!!! You only knew about two of them!!!) and your ex-wife (I am...

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Suicide Note#11

Dear Joey, I just slashed my wrists, so please don’t mind the red splotches on the paper. I hate you, you bastard!!! You cheated on me!! How dare you!!! I’m going to never forgive you for this!!! You did your secretary behind my back, and for this I’m going to...

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Suicide Note#13

Suicide. Never really thought I’d be a victim. I wanted to live a full life, do everything a girl my age likes to do. I wanted to spend 3 hours in the bath, fuss over my hair, crib about my weight, go shopping on a whim, feel pampered, loved,...

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Suicide Note #14

This is a suicide letter and I hope by the end of it you the reader would respect the word. I am on my desk writing this not to make you laugh, but to tell you how and when my life will end. Death has always intrigued me and...

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Love Letter Writing#3

You suck. Tremendously. You are worse than a pickled barnacle dipped in tortilla sauce. Even worse than a belching buffalo who wants to marry Marx. Much Worse. I can't even begin to tell you how much you suck. I wish it mattered though!

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Love Letter Writing#7

I love you!!! At first I hated you because I thought that you were mean, arrogant, obnoxious, sarcastic, supercilious, egoistic and pompous and I thought you hated animals. But that is not so. You ARE mean, arrogant, obnoxious, sarcastic, supercilious, egoistic and pompous, and for all this I could...

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Love Letter Writing #8

Dear Gloria, When I came back, wounded from battle, you nursed me back to health. But I have a secret. While under your care, I fell in love with you. Now I wait eagerly for your touch everyday. Will you marry me, sister?

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Break up letter

Dearr Elroye, I fell for thee becos you were bigger and stronge and handsome, and becos I thought you’d be good in bed. But when you undid thy robes, what I first mistooke for a penat [peanut] wase to be your, well, penise. I can nevere be happie with thee!!!...

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Break Up

“I can’t.” He pulled Tanya’s skirt up, slowly. He didn’t want her to get any wrong ideas. Yet. “Robbie, it’s going to pain.” Tanya repeated. “I know baby, naughty is painful.” He pushed Tanya further down the armchair. Time to operate, he thought, and took out a fresh needle...

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Polyxena and Achilles

A fleeting truce it was to be To honour the brother that died For twelve long days and nights Not a teardrop fallen dried Sacrifices too small for the great To our patron Loxias were made For what purpose, I dare to ask His most loved had been slayed...

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The War That Never Was

A Tale of the origins of the Cold War and the Atomic Bomb I There are many ways to fight a war – ‘Cross seas and hills, and vales afar, For gold or love, for land, for power; With sticks or stones, to leave scars. But there once was...

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Ghost Town Piety

Multi-coloured signs on shops grudgingly hum in neon pitches. The empty streets of ghost town reluctantly wash the fog away like a windscreen wiper, sweeping foot by foot as a spattering of stars walk the earth. Under the rare street light that bathes the bridge the rickshaw puller sloppily leans...

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Gremlins in my head

The stars seem to conspire The hopeful fires burn far away I can hear the laughing voices There’s music, food and love The night under my skin Smug in its protection In all this enchantment I miss you more than ever

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Continuum

He found Karan outside, on the bit of sandy plot behind the house that had never really took to a garden. Karan was slouched into the little swing set the kids used in what had to be a painful posture, spine curved as he bent his neck to read...

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Black Jasmine

“Jasminus melanus was unbeautiful. It is not an individual opinion, but an established fact, just as the sun rises in the east or the moon goes round the earth. There was something disturbing about that disoriented the mind, scratched the senses as though with fingernails. It was a coal-black...

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Come Join Us

That morning when the earth clicked into motion Magic dust escaped from the protons and neutrons of matter Falling over, everyone with a writing instrument in hand Became a poet, and Lord, how things changed… For them everything around was tinged with mushroom irony They camped outside libraries and...

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Bondage

From the shackles I was born into I dream of a breath free The cord of old notions, surround me With the tightening of the grip They hold me back Though much I tug-writhe and turn The pressure is immense And my body’s attempts are spurned Confining won’t be...

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O mother

O mother, your children are equal Do not, O mother, Do not orphan them! Our past, Interlinked, all of us! And the future, The bright-separated, Separated from the dim, The divide too deep, Too wide! O mother, do not… Do not turn a blind eye We are all in...

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She and They

Funny. Are the ways, thoughts sit, talk, walk and caper through the nooks of Her mind. How they flutter like a butterfly. Sing, like a broken violin. Swell like a rain-drunk August tarn. And brew thunderstorms. Like coffee. Outlandish, is how they hurtle from one to the other, Sway...

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ALONE

In a world of growing gulfs and shrinking distances sprouting buildings and widening roads flowering trees and raging seas big smiles and bigger handshakes bigger voices and bigger laughter wit and sarcasm and knowing-it-all-genuinely

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Superman Story

Name : Superman Joe Age : 25 Vocation : Construction worker My Granddad used to talk of those times, the Long Long Ago when being a Superman was a novelty. People stared in wonder and reverence at such a marvel and secretly envied those lucky few. Not anymore. Now...

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Hope In Despair

As I lay under the dazzling yellow bulb of the operation theatre, my heart sank, life was so strange. I had just seen the light of my life fade away and here I was, braving this superficial source of illumination. I closed my eyes and the past 30 minutes...

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You

You’ve hardly said a word since you’ve been back. As the odd-shapes of carbon flicker, they reflect upon your face in all its pale glory. You’ve seen the world, you tell me. And you haven’t moved a foot. The wines are sipped, and the quiet clattering of cutlery perform...

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Exultant Relief

‘I sent a letter to my father, and on the way I dropped it. Someone came and picked it up, and put it in my pocket…’   Again.   ‘I sent a letter...to MY fa-th-er, and ON the way I dro-pped it. Someone…came and…picked it up and, put i-it in MY po-cket…’     Every weeknight...

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Footprints and Trails

I tread the paths we dreamt together slowly, like each step gives me the need to live for just one step, so I can die on the next on my way towards the ghost of Past.   I trudged ahead since last snowfall when houses gave way, and the cold wave affected words and song. But the...

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At A Concert

How do you describe in words the beauty of the dramatic melody of a strumming guitar? How do you describe in words? The feeling of – a hand gently eased under yours and – warmly held as if to reassure this beauty is real All this is real And...

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