Author: Vishwanath Bite

Red Wraith Lara Biyuts (Larisa Biyuts)    “The most about my life in the old merry Nyomanland has been erased from my memory. Vanished in the dark,” such was the reply of Count Eric Stenbock — my friend who lived in England most of his life — to the request of the small circle of…

Promises to Keep ilhem issaoui   It was an evening on the first of October. The weather was wavering between dry and cold in the farer countryside. The unwanted flood left scattered deep ponds hither and thither. She did her best to escape the mire and to reach her father, yet her weak legs and…

                                                        Metamorphosis                                                                                                                                                                          Dr. Gazala Gayas                                                                                                 Associate Professor in English                                                                                                       A.S.Colllege Srinagar.   How ugly I look! Do you hear me? I am a hapless creature. There is no other creature uglier than me in the order of creation. My ugly-mugly body is just piece of flesh.  Every day I tremble with…

Childhood (Regained) Vrisen Kumar Singh Teacher of English language Sunbeam Bhagwanpur Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh   (Emulated parody to Markus Natten childhood poem) Is that today I got replenished of irrevocable loss When I am ceaselessly being credulous When needs and habits get in an alienated assortment of Moss When being ignorant is a virtue, not…

Between the Words Dr.Vidya Premkumar Assistant Professor of English Mithibai College, Vile Parle West, Mumbai – 400056   I tread the silent spaces blanks between the words in our messages. Rereading deconstructing not really like Derrida, just the context of our measured words. I reimagine them in other spaces, like a coffee shop over a…

Hairy Beauty Varsha Kalyani My messed up hair, they muttered, Calls for a comb! My bushy eyebrows, they muttered, Crazily United States! My hairy upper lip, they whimpered, Cries for a razor! My double chin, they suggested, requires cutting down beauty. My hairy belly Was a sight of terror for them. My vagina with a…

The sculptor Tania Dey   He, sweats in the dim light Smokes a cheap bidi- All the while rubbing his hand On his lean body.   He ties the strings slowly Involving every bamboo strip And gives it the shape of a woman-   He plasters it with love and mud Both intermingling in bouts…

  Musings on a Juncture!   Ms. Swethal Ramchandran Guest Lecturer Sakthan Thampuran College, Palakkad, Kerala.                   Amidst the hustle and bustle of the day,             There comes a time when             The curtain lowers for her to arrive.             She is welcomed with great pomp             As the curtain goes down…

Seven lights   Srinivas S Assistant Professor, Sri Sathya Institute of Higher Learning.     The merest shade of violet limns the verve Of wealth in woolen stealth and of the health Decembers steal from rainbows’ foremost nerve; It writes of elegance, and of the mirth That melancholy deep thro’ poetry serves To indigo estates…

Side Line Sougata Chatterjee     For a long time they are living like those still images, no quarrel , and I am living in a conjugal state. Time fleets like its mirror and beats  everyone, half or full annoyed. For a long time, they are waiting for a master stroke for an important mind…