Author: Vishwanath Bite

  Roses in the Dust Katherine Du He was an array of loosely fitted mirror slices, cutting and cold and exact like art, or the remains art made you leave behind. Sometimes you remember dust swirling, flaking to the grimy classroom floor like rose-shaped snowflakes. He’s tracing a heart with the tip of his foot…

  Pills Jennifer Palmer Her hands skate across the chipped marble countertop on their way to the medicine cabinet. She mutters to herself as she scours the shelves, taking out the pill bottles one by one. First the multivitamins, then the calcium chews, then the fish oil tablets, but the bottle of pain relievers refuses…

  Lost in Babyland Frank Zahn Patti trembled as she knelt and placed a bouquet of flowers from her garden on John’s grave. She gazed at his picture encased in plastic above his name on the headstone. Her lower lip quivered, and tears rolled down her cheeks and into the lines around her mouth. She…

  The Criss-cross Lines Sunaina Jain Asst. Professor, Dept. of English MCM College, Chandigarh The criss-cross lines on my palm Intersecting in a contentious tangle I do not surrender; i stay calm Let them hug one another or wrangle Meandering through the maze I try to loosen the knots tight The dazzling sunlight blinding my…

  Mingle Sreyasi Sen Gupta Masters in English Literature University of Calcutta Calcutta   Black heads egg heads perfectly round heads perfectly perfect heads flashing eyes and nails groomed and ungroomed bodies at rest tending to be bodies in motion a sea of small talk creeping, creeping like untended mushrooms growing roots and fangs. I…

                                    Is there any Newness Around?                                                        Dr. Simmi Gurwara                                                        Prof. and Head                                                        Dept. of Humanities and Management                                                        Radha Govind Group of Institutions                                                        Meerut   Is there any newness around? Creaking old sits tight, Holding onto its…

  On the 30th Anniversary of Bhopal Gas Tragedy Dr. Chandra Shekhar Sharma Associate Professor and Head Department of English CSIT, Durg It was dark, then for some people It’s dark today even for those people In your heavenly adobe tonight Anderson! Who will you first meet? Christ or those wounded souls?   The grievous…

  Survivor Dr. Shalini Yadav Assistant Professor Department of English Al-Jouf University, Skaka Saudi Arabia.   I realize every so often Diaspora within myself Where the displacement occurs Two spheres; two identities I keep on crossing the borders of each As what I am supposed to be sometimes Or what I am exactly My identity…

  Ode to the Indian Crow Prem Kumar                                                  Hello, my dear Indian crow,                                           I am thy admirer you must know.                              To all and sundry, high or low,                              Today publicly I wish to say so.                                 You, of shiny dark camouflage,                               And of fluffy, silky azure visage,                               Have…

  Satyameva Jayate – Truth Alone Triumphs Ashok Niyogi   Timorously I submit That a middle-aged body-builder rabbit In disguised platform heels Despite his prickly ears And satanic baby face Seems palpably dishonest In that he adds to his lay.   For stories true though few I always look at feet. They meet at uncannily…