When the levant burns, and Galilee gets bombed, dark clouds fly over Jerusalem. I could no longer sleep. My dearest Nephew in Kiev, I say a final goodbye, leaving you in the fields.
When the levant burns, and Galilee gets bombed…
11 Oracles by Anish Kanjilal is an Intellectually Thought-Provoking Poetry Book
11 Oracles by Anish Kanjilal is a poignant collection of 11 poems. The poetry ranges from long to medium reading timeline, however, it shuttles between various themes pertaining to human existence and veil of illusion and ignorance under which this race is advancing and progressing.
Montreal the Unfaithful Lover
The whole day from dawn to dusk
Did I hurt you my love ?
I asked you a million times.
Featured Book Review – In Search of the Lambs and Other Stories by Divyank J
Featured Book Review – In Search of the Lambs and Other Stories by Divyank is a Collection of Ten Short Stories.
Vanilla Loves and Dusky Lives by Kritika G Soin Reflects the Dual Shades of Love
Vanilla Loves and Dusky Lives by Kritika G Soin is a Collection of 10 Short Stories that Reflects the Dual Shades of Love.
The Walawwa in Sri Lanka: Its Origins
What is evident is that walauwas were the houses of the Kandyan chieftains and the Low Country mudaliars. In contrast, the average citizen’s home was known as a ‘pela’, ‘palpatha‘, ‘maduwa‘, ‘kutiya‘ or ‘geya‘. The home of the village chief, the native doctor, vidane arachchi, mudalali, and so on was the ‘gedara’.
Orgasms
Lips are locked
Hips are numbed
Breaths are brisk
My Tiny Chaotic Universe by Jithu Biji Thomas: A Poetry Collection of Complex and Subtle Thoughts
My Tiny Chaotic Universe by Jithu Biji Thomas: A Poetry Collection of Complex and Subtle Thoughts
A death in Montreal!
Suddenly, Bajgo felt as if he was experiencing a blackout. Everything around him started to disappear and he can not breathe. He tried to cry for help. No words could come out of his mouth. The lace had completely blocked his airways. And Bajgo lost his consciousness.
Farewell, Mon Ami (For Now)
Koshalee Sirichandra is an emerging literary personality in Sri Lanka who demonstrates that writers are limitless. She has authored one book and translated several well-known titles into Sinhala. Koshalee has been contributing to The Asian Review’s Writers’ Space with her intriguing short stories and profound poetic-craft.
Zoomorpluvia
The entire pack stopped and stood still. The four holding my ankles and wrists ran away. A few others, too, ran away with them. One bastard peed on my face and ran away with the rest. I collected all my strength, got up, and ran for my life. I have no idea where I ran.
The Eyes
Wonder. Those eyes were rounded with wonder the first time his glance caught them. The big rounded eyes, topped with the beautiful golden colour eyebrows arched in the same surprise made him fully turn his head towards those eyes and stare. They had the colour of a pale, grey sky.
My mother’s war
The will of a woman
Whose mastery is fighting
Fighting anything life throws at her
Lusty Love
The day you deprive
Love of lust
It snarls the knell
Marriage Wows
Pure lust or a touch of love
Warmth of another man
Tampering on the marriage wows
Free Town
This poem was written when I was in Freetown, Sierra Leon, in 2011. I was in one of the hilly, cosy hotels in Freetown, where my balcony overlooked the port of Freetown. The country has just gotten rid of the devastating civil conflict which broke out during the Liberian civil conflict.
Princess of Cart Monarch
‘I am not a poet but scribble lines I never publish on paper. This was written in 2001, while travelling by bus from Gampaha, my native town, to Colombo. The bus was passing through Main Street, Pettah, and I could not take my eyes off those cart pullers gathered on both sides of the road. Back then, I was a student. It was the day. I imagined their Night.’
Children of Gaza and Isreal
By Dhanuka Dickwella Vengeance – Retribution – Justice The cousins of the same family Only with minor differences Bloodline the same One cry for blood One for an eye to eye The […]
Going, but where? They will where if ever they arrive…
Response of Raphael Abiem, a South Sudanese, to the lamentation below, authored by Ahmed Mustafa Altinai, a lifelong friend. It is an attempt to capture Sudan’s last eternity-like three inches left to go before meeting peace; a journey made possible by “Hope”.
War – Gaza – Humanity
Western Bombs Eastern Bombs Arabic Bombs The Israeli Bombs They all are bad Bombs Rips the limbs Kills the dreams Shatters the wills Flattens the hills Sighs of Pain and oozing blood […]
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