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The Golden Age of the 90s Kids

Everybody has their childhood memories, which cannot be erased by any means or will never disappear but will be stored forever somewhere around in their hard disk. The 90s kids have been blessed in many ways. They are the generation

January 25, 2022

Fictional Arts·Literature

#DONTPRAY

“I miss those simple times” but maybe We lived through a mere interim False hope Prayed for healing rains on our dreamy heads not ashfalls among the dead. Oh “I miss those simple times” but don’t you remember? Our foundations, our hopes

by Vasika Udurawane

Fictional Arts·Literature

A Distant Rumble

Last night it rained. I lived that storm in my senses. Felt in my bones that inevitable hush… The calm before the storm. Listened to the distant rumbling of thunder and watched distant flashes of lightning illuminate the night sky. I stepped

by Sundari De Alwis

Fictional Arts·Literature

The Journey

In the time between Blooming and withering of a flower…. In the time between One gunshot and another…. In the time between Two explosions you hear… Children set off on perilous journeys, From darkness to darkness… The sun and the moon Armed

by Santhush Kumar

Fictional Arts·Literature

Borderlands

I live in borderlands where cobwebs spin my fingers together and sun burns the mark of earth on my tongue. My home is two places and none. Born here and there, speaking the languages of both, my greatest fluency is silence.

by Anne Walsh

Fictional Arts·Painting

An Interview With Abdul Salim Kochi- A Gifted Artist From India

“Though I am living in Kochi, a city, my mind is filled with the sceneries of my native village Ottappalam.” This beautiful village seems to be the inspiration behind Artist Abdul Salim’s breathtakingly beautiful landscapes, paddy fields, snake charmers, dancers and

by FemAsia Team

Fictional Arts·Literature

Lost in Red

01. Sat in the spiritual place on a Friday After checking your availability You are busy at home I entered the place. You too joined me in the line of Prayers shoulder by shoulder with others I smiled at me Not sure

by Munas Kalden

Fictional Arts·Literature

Sipping The Moon

Amid the limbs of Burning up birch trees, Blazes the crimson sun clock I return home, Doves are fluttering away from my fingers… One blend of yellow and white… An attic pigeon sequinned with beads… A bird with eyes kohled

by Shameela Yoosuf Ali

Fictional Arts·Literature

Fairytale of Darkness

Wide-opened arms of the poem embrace the solitary flame, dancing alone in this dark. while the book kept aside a girl of half nightingale and devil of another descends Through creviced shells of poetry. “What more do you know about the dark?”

by Fatheek Aboobucker

Fictional Arts·Literature

Deconstruct

Hair traitorous grey shameful need to pretend anti aging. Plucking, dilapidating; dyeing, dying. Betrayal of knees, hands, feet, neck (knees!) circled & magnified, almost expired — quick sale! The male body needing no such revision. His landscape a shameless prairie

by Michele Seminara

Fictional Arts·Literature

#Melanin

This word that keeps poppin’ on my Instagram feed Means so little, so it seems To crafty marketers and vacuous beauties Hash-tagging like tomorrow Will never come Kindled to autoignition point, Melanin shot golden stars out of their hiding places

by Meghana Bahar

Fictional Arts

The Art of Sharing Stories And Bridging Cultures

As an editor of anthologies of fiction from South Asia and Australia, I have the privilege of reading original, creative and gripping stories. My work with South Asian, Australian and South Asian—Australian writers and academics led me to my research for

by Sharon Rundle

Fictional Arts·Literature

Unamused

Why all this vilification, boy? Had you thought that I was your toy? That my every day and every night Was dedicated solely to you by right? Designed, was I, to pledge you my troth, By vocation and avocation, both?

by Sharon Dinasha Stephen

Fictional Arts·Literature

Soul

You see, You are much too old. Your river seeks canyons to carve. Your melodies are not music. Not yet. Your language is yet to be born. You are of the Sea, the Earth, the Breeze. You are Freedom. You are

by Megan Dhakshini

Fictional Arts·Literature·Poetry·Social Justice

Peace

Let the marching swallow, let the battalions breathe, Let the olive wreath be upon their swords, Let their mind encompass a peaceful tree And say; ‘Let’s fight this war and bring harmony’ Man against man, rivers of red, Neither party

by Hasna Naushad

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