Fiction: Bringing the Light (Part 4)
Read the first, second and third parts of this story.
Within seconds, two things were clear: Vasu had little experience with this level of intimacy, but he w... Read More...
Creative Writing
Poem: When You Come to Me
Twirling smoke
Coming out of my mouth
Paints gray metaphors
Around me
I hold your memories delicately
Like an expensive pen
Between my teeming fingers... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing The Light (Part 3)
Photo Credit: Dipjyoti Banik
Read the First and Second Part of this story
Vasu started coming up to my flat regularly, but still only if I called him to go some place – shopping or a weekend office event and so on. When he drove me home, he would ... Read More...
Poem: Sinners
When love is sin, and we sinners.
They stare, They point.
I hear them poking fun
at us, the way your fingers
slip into mine, tender.
They balk, They glow... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing the Light (Part 2)
Read the First Part here
After that, all I could think about was how to see more of Vasu. Work carried on, but my private life was spent wondering how to get... Read More...
Poem: What Is It?
It's not a disease that
needs to be cured,
not a bad habit that
ought to be spanked off,
not a 'preference' that
can be changed at will.
It's not a religion that
one can be converted into,
not an epidemic that
spreads from a soul to the ne... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing The Light (Part 1)
The first time I laid eyes on Vasu’s blue eyes was when he came to the office to pick me up for a meeting across the city. They were striking, those blue eye... Read More...
A Gay ‘Happily Ever After’
The Princes and the Treasure by Jeffrey A. Miles is a unique fairy tale
Ever heard a fairy tale which ends with a gay wedding? When you start reading The Pr... Read More...
Short Story: HOPE
It is limelight winter evening. I stand firm on my decision, while searching the deepest point in the Jhelum. I am not one of those water environmentalists nor a typical nature lover. I disown the paradox, world and this city. It has amplified ever... Read More...
Short Story: First And Foremost
“He was a police officer first and foremost,” Rahul told himself as he looked in the mirror. His dark eyes looked back at him, his hair regulation short, a thi... Read More...
Poem: Longing
I have grown prematurely old in your love
I have lived too many lives in your longing
You have aided
Far too long
The hand of fate
Against me
Today
I’m... Read More...
Poem: A Magic Land’s Hero
The wizardess of beauty
plays wicked charms
in your fingers, on your arms,
your shorts, half size,
your naked thighs,
the muscles tensing tight
your voice, your eyes,
that half way smile
why do you smirk ?
kill me… before I ... Read More...