Poem: When You Come to Me
Twirling smoke
Coming out of my mouth
Paints gray metaphors
Around me
I hold your memories delicately
Like an expensive pen
Between my teeming fingers... Read More...
Creative Writing
Fiction: Bringing The Light (Part 3)
Photo Credit: Dipjyoti Banik
Read the First and Second Part of this story
Vasu started coming up to my flat regularly, but still only if I called him to go s... Read More...
Poem: Sinners
When love is sin, and we sinners.
They stare, They point.
I hear them poking fun
at us, the way your fingers
slip into mine, tender.
They balk, They glower.
Murmuring furiously they see you
lean in and rest your head
on my shoulder; I smile... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing the Light (Part 2)
Read the First Part here
After that, all I could think about was how to see more of Vasu. Work carried on, but my private life was spent wondering how to get... Read More...
Poem: What Is It?
It's not a disease that
needs to be cured,
not a bad habit that
ought to be spanked off,
not a 'preference' that
can be changed at will.
It's not a reli... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing The Light (Part 1)
The first time I laid eyes on Vasu’s blue eyes was when he came to the office to pick me up for a meeting across the city. They were striking, those blue eyes, set against the light brown of his skin, topped by his black hair which was neatly trim... Read More...
A Gay ‘Happily Ever After’
The Princes and the Treasure by Jeffrey A. Miles is a unique fairy tale
Ever heard a fairy tale which ends with a gay wedding? When you start reading The Pr... Read More...
Short Story: HOPE
It is limelight winter evening. I stand firm on my decision, while searching the deepest point in the Jhelum. I am not one of those water environmentalists no... Read More...
Short Story: First And Foremost
“He was a police officer first and foremost,” Rahul told himself as he looked in the mirror. His dark eyes looked back at him, his hair regulation short, a thick but trimmed moustache just above his lips which were parted slightly, reflecting his in... Read More...
Poem: Longing
I have grown prematurely old in your love
I have lived too many lives in your longing
You have aided
Far too long
The hand of fate
Against me
Today
I’m... Read More...
Poem: A Magic Land’s Hero
The wizardess of beauty
plays wicked charms
in your fingers, on your arms,
your shorts, half size,
your naked thighs,
the muscles tensing tight... Read More...
Poem: Many Ways
I loved you in too many ways
The ravenous roots of your love grew deeper
Maddening me gently
At the end of every nerve in my body
I opened up to you in too many ways
Unwrapping like a half packed gift
You touched every secret vein in my s... Read More...