Poem: Someone
Someone is trying to open
the door the main door
probably a mistake
easy to make since I don't
have my name on the door
they'll soon realise but... Read More...
Creative Writing
Book Review : ‘Islamic Law and Muslim Same-Sex Unions’ Challenges Traditional Islamic Views Around Homosexuality
Along with developing the case for main argument regarding the permissibility of same-sex unions within Islamic paradigm, the book facilitated insights into issues like permissibility of anal sex within a heterosexual marital relationship, masturbation or self-pleasures
Poem: Love Bites
I noticed the marks upon your neck,
When at night I bent over to give you a peck.
And though you blissfully slumbered away,
My crazy mind kept sleep at bay.
You may have enjoyed my love and care,
Wrapped in my embrace, in no ... Read More...
Story : The Trip (Part 2/2)
Whenever Shouvik asked Shambo to meet him, he always had some excuse ready and the two times when he finally could meet him, he was already with his partner.
Story : The Trip (Part 1)
Looking at the mirror he looked at his gentle face worn out with time and the upheavals of life. This is the first time in his life after coming out as gay that he had found somebody who seemed willing to reciprocate his feelings.
Poem: Just Another Gay Person
I was going there that night, and on the way I heard,
They shot all my friends,
And the one I love.
I'm all alone, and no one to love me.
Master of Ceremony : An Excerpt from Mahesh Natarajan’s New Book ‘My Gay Life’
Hemant explained his Warm Bodies theory. He believed that if they slept together on the same bed night after night, one day or the other the warm bodies would attract each other and they would end up having sex and after a while everything would be fine.
Poem: Being Gay
I'll fight for my right,
Be it night or day.
I ain't scared of shouting out loud,
I'm proud and gay
Short Story : Being Trans – A Glimpse into the Mind
I want to lay with you like a man, possess you like a man, fulfil your desires like a man. But….
Poem: When You Smelled Of Sex
If only I could dissolve, in the darkness of last night, when you smelled of sex
Poem: We Aren’t Going Back!
It’s high time, Open the door, now; Let us in, we aren’t going back; We aren’t going back!