Author: Vishwanath Bite

  The Reflection Naveen Kumar Kottidi   I was tumbled at the door of competition Got up I, looked at the afflicted aim Waiting long to be touched Cursed not my downfall but, Introspected the dwindled determination Behind the discouraging meek effort Am I really prepared enough? Is my attitude correct?     Questions grilled…

  Truth Mugdha Pandey New Delhi   'Truth", she declares, "is on my side."   "Truth,  I cried, shouted, yelled to be heard that You are on mine."   But they remain unfazed. "How could you call It yours, When everyone here resonates same words as you", they say.   The words float to reach…

  My Meeting with the Duke of Ferrara                                                                                                             Mrinal Kanti Ghosh   That‘s my last hubby hung on the wall, Still appalled; him a poor creature I call: The photographer used the perfect angle. Have a seat, please; be comfortable. When he, with a marriage proposal, Had come to our house, I, then a…

  Who am I? Lovely Dutta Prusty                            Headmistress                            Delhi Public School Whitefield, Bengaluru                            Karnataka.                                                                   I am the trophy on the shelf Cherished and celebrated when received Now, neglected and un-cared for. My sheen hidden beneath umpteen layers of dust and grime pushed to a dingy corner by numerous other entrants to…

  Upturned Hand  Lana Bella   I see my upturned hand in the fog. Familiar.  Yet distantly. A hair's-breadth in reach I can almost  sense its tender protest as the bones unfurl then draw close.  The same winged fingertips, where the stirred shadows  pulse inside an outstretched palm, laying peel like artful laceration. A yellowed…

  Dwarfed By Ego Kunal Narayan Uniyal   What shatters him, is the crowd avoiding his tales of time What rattles him, is being alone to salvage his folklores, With all else surpassing his might He is the champion of all cause, one salver from the self-created demonic world He is just he, all the…

  Disclosure Jeyakirthana J. Asst Prof (Adhoc) Gargi College Delhi University It is said that Ulysses wept on seeing Ithaca humble and green. Art is to be that Ithaca the blind poet proclaimed.   In the land of the blind a woman with her eyes on a platter cried a river of Time. I step…

  Birds on the Guava Tree A. P. Govindankutty   Cooing and chirping of birds Feasting on the fruits, Almost ripe, on the guava tree In the backyard of my home, Woke me up in the morning, Even as the soft light of rising Sun Spread,  through the scattered clouds And a very thin veil…

  Anatomy of a Catastrophe Craig Kurtz “These are barbaric days,” she said, pointing to the effigies and criminals in the stockades whose crimes were but a lack of rent. “Tight credit is the cause of this,” I interjected sententiously, observing all the foreclosures which turned the commons into sludge. I shuddered at investments lost….

  A Dark Revelation Anik Banerjee   Through the blinding curtains of depression i view outside coz it was a sulphurous night, but it flickered light there, way out of sight.   My inner mental core throbbed with a tremendous repercussion, as my sensuous facility was deluded with listless insidious oppression.   My soul dank,…