Highlights

“I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.”- Christopher Isherwood We have...

“The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth,...

Padma Mohan Kumar The English language has been so much a part of Indian urban life...

J.T Jayasingh Gazing from the Dover beach the Victorian poet Mathew Arnold could only have the...

Mathew George Airasia’s promotional offer was too tempting to resist, just Rs.3000 (RM 240) from Trivandrum...

Jayaprakashan Ambali Every major war alters the human consciousness. Overwhelming images of terror and destruction punctuated...

Siddhartha Mohapatra That India has failed its people in many aspects of governance is a bitter...

Something pure is rare and great and something hybrid is versatile and fascinating. With all...

Once I walked along a river bank in a silent dusk and a little movement...

   P.A Noushad                                                                                       Annie George             Annie: You write equally well in Malayalam and English. Tell us how...

R K Das appreciates literature in all forms. He has a special fascination for appreciating...

Premji Smile fire, Soul storm, The most Handsome man Lived on earth! Lived for, Sacrificed self For us… The have-nots… But, They label him On new beverages… New...

Vanita Thakkar A cluster of grey, water-ladden Clouds came drifting Along with the somewhat strong wind, Hid the Sun And...

Dr. Mary Annie A.V. I see them around Smiling tough youngsters everywhere. The bold, the bald The long haired,  the shoddy the...

Giridhar Murali As a gentle breeze ruffled through my hair, my thoughts roamed wide and far; Though many...

My life an unstable restive pendulum With irregular unmanageable pro-lapse I hung on its hand Grouse, sob, whine and...

Sasidharan Cheruvattath A midnight dream of a post meridian sun upon a redundant shore, of lurking iconoclasts, behind introspective rocks ruminating...

 Thara D’ Souza Spattering and sputtering sprinkling the trees Pattering and pattering splattering the sheathes Shattering and scattering...

Every wave in my emotion Have covered every wave in our ocean  see their search of misery...

Babitha Marina Justin marriages are like migrations to cities, the unfamiliarity and the task of getting used to...

 Kamala Once, I was a flower bud that flew off Thrilled and unnoticed. Traveled and meditated, On the soul...

Ritu Mishra It was already mid January. But the woolens were still inside the wardrobes. I...

A software professional by profession and a writer by preference from Noida, Avantika is an...

“Come sharp, Mother Serious” Going through this telegram delivered to him a day just before his...

Dr.Mary Annie A.V From Drizzles to Downpour Memory Rain Latha Prem Sakhya Calicut: Monsoon Editions,2008 Pp  79 Rs.150/- Latha Prem Sakhya was...

“Through poetry we approach fresh and unexplored areas of meaning. It is never a meaning...