She rubbed her toe over the stain at the base of the bathtub. Her eyes, of a will of its own, fixed themselves on the odd mark shaped out like a blossom; the colour could be anything with a hint of mucky green. She had rushed to the toilet at the very first wave of …
WHERE
Where I come from And where I go Nobody knows And nobody will ever know Life is a mystery Death is more Belief is there to help you through It’s all a play A perplexing place Shadows come and shadows go shedding behind the shreds of the show Space stretches beyond the boundary of space …
POSTER – MR. AMZAD NOTICED IT FROM A DISTANC
Mr. Amzad noticed it from a distance. How the letters in red and black are glittering in the golden rays of the morning sun. Down with the Imperialism. Mr. Amzad was angry after having a quarrel with a fisherwoman in the market. In addition to that, after seeing this type of poster on the newly …
THE V WORD TO A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL
The Vagina Monologues…to a thirteen year old girl, the title itself makes you erupt in giggles and go red in the face. Well, at least that’s what happened to me when I first heard about this explosively popular play by Eve Ensler. “Did someone really just say the V word?” This one specific word made …
THE ARTFUL DODGER
Author Name: Qazi Mustabeen Noor “I’m actually planning to give up smoking for one last time” “Huh?” I raised an eyebrow, for I knew this guy all too well. In twenty six years of life he has made countless such promises to himself and all his friends, nineteen times to be precise. So …
MONROE’S CREMATION
I am in tune. Pain feels like steps down a stairway in my heart where Monroe’s tears smudge her last mascara. Her virgin lips shinea defeated smile as the plastic red melts like afternoon skin. Down my heart’s stairway, she storms out out of glory, out of the silk-painted cotton dress that cracks with every …
THE EPISODICAL SONNETS
by Moyeen Serneabat One Mythical Sonnet (Episode One) The night, playing with violin a violet tune So the rest of the world could remain mute Someone here inciting dreams with a flute I say, wind, take my melody of love to her That she is a solitary one not living so far …
YOUR LIPS FELT WARMER THE LAST TIME
Your lips felt warmer the last time; Could it be my hands grasping tight on your waist, the weight of my legs leisurely pressed against your thighs or my eyes transfixed on your closed ones; Maybe it’s just the confounding summer heat but, When you kiss me, you look beautiful; like a seductive audacious hypnotist …
AN ARTIST’S NIGHTMARE
by Dilruba Z. Ara Her paintings were losing colours, leaving no traces Fading away within their wooden frames, As taste of kiss fades away even though lips Remain there stuck on blank faces. Or, as colour of henna vanishes from An Indian bride’s palm leaving it white like an ant’s eggs. Pigments of colour …
