Creative Writing
Short Story: Hope
He waited breathlessly for Kashish to come. Standing in the dark, surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes on a hot humid night was not his cup of tea. But then agai... Read More...
Short Story: SURYA
I look at him; he’s handsome. I’m sure many men would want to have sex with him. I wonder if he does. For the extra money maybe.
Short Story: Pansy
I cycled to the right spot, a bend in the narrow road, a wall on one side, the bright green jungle on the other.
I settled on the huge rock and took out my... Read More...
Short Story: My Mother
One fine day, I decided to try out my mom’s shoes – a pair of high heeled white pumps. She always kept them hidden at the back of her closet in a velvety bo... Read More...
Poem: Two Men
Illustration by Maitri Dore
Two men,
fell in love,
exchanged hearts,
broke them later,
drifted apart.
Two men,
good friends,
traveled a lot,
wrote stories,
made memories.
Two men,
victims of abuse,
raised their voice,
campaigned ag... Read More...
Poem: Where Queer Meets Queer
Illustration by Maitri Dore
I wake up every morning,
And the wall around me breaks down my life into various provinces
With the ruler of each
Driving me cr... Read More...
Poem: Fasting
Love is an eternal fast
Lovers never break their fast
Ever!
In the holy mosque of each other’s arms
They lie quietly
Listening
Each other’s silent praye... Read More...
Fiction: Something to Hold on To (Part 2)
Read Part 1 here
We had been spending hours of the week together for some months, and still not made much physical progress with each other. It was not for a lack of desire. It was clear to us both that we were attracted to each other. In the rare... Read More...
Poem: Distant Desires
To smell the nice mix of faded deo and faded sweat ..
to find a home in his tight embrace ..
to play with his stupid sleeping face ..
That’s all I am... Read More...
Fiction: Something to Hold On To (Part 1)
We met on a rainy night, just like tonight. I know it sounds clichéd, but that is exactly what happened.
It was around 3 am, and I was on my way home on my m... Read More...
Poem: Longing
There is a whisper of longing on his lips,
As he looks at mine.
Closer and closer he appears,
To make up for lost time.
Caressing my face gently,
He lightly touches my lips,
As my mouth opens for a second,
He dives in plunging, plu... Read More...