Tied Zero
Zero: Fill it up with cactus juice, Blood from a finger’s bruise, Semen from an echidna’s winkle, Hair from a glaber’s crinkle, A dash of pollen alloyed in gale, Crushed shell of a willing snail, Sparkling cement from a dead...
Author: Dev Daniel K Gupta
A Persian Film and a Prepubescence Memory
There are numerous scenes from many different films that have stayed with me with their lingering effect, exhilarating my mind with the power exuded by their beauty to make me ruminate over them for months, sometimes years. But only one...
[Poem] Silence
Silence is poetry written by air on the mind – Breathing sense to the soul; To accord oranges in an oculus, And grant vision to the blind. Eternal rumblings of the soothsayer – Saying you should capture the seconds; The...
[Story] Mrs. Mehta’s Son Gattu
Son – Dad, How do you define what’s right and what isn’t? Father – Anything that harms the collective good of living beings is not right. Son – What if the collective good of a few clashes with the collective...
[Poem] Sa Me Sa Me
It’s a cold morning. Foggy. I don’t know where I am. For reasons unknown, I haven’t worn anything warm. I’m shivering, even more from anticipation. A Wagtail is perched on the branch of a Hibiscus tree.
[Poem] The Hunger For Murphy
Does something going wrong make us hungry for more misfortune? Is it the chance for a fight or is it the chance to give it all up? Whatever the hunger is for, it brings us closer to the biggest part...
[Story] The Truth In Our Hearts
Gurudev Shree Shree Allahrakha Gabriel was a much revered and worshiped figure. He had brought along a revolution in the religion and spiritual sphere in India and the World. People of all religions, castes and ethnic groups followed his every...
A Fanboy’s Guide To The A-Z Of Superheroes And Supervillains
People always need Heroes in their lives. But in this cut throat and narrow world of ours, when the definition of a Hero takes a beating, having Superheroes makes even more sense. Ancient men fulfilled that void in their lives...
[Poem] Kaput
Deep within the realm of uncertainty, Where only nothingness could bring tranquility; I saw the pupils of her eyes. They were expanding-
[Poem] My Futile Rhyme…A Study Of Time
What if we never learnt to measure time? If men never reached their prime? If enacting laws was the biggest crime? If Bombs resonated like wind chime? And Death tasted like a dash of lime?
