Short Story: Hope
He waited breathlessly for Kashish to come. Standing in the dark, surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes on a hot humid night was not his cup of tea. But then agai... Read More...
Creative Writing
Short Story: SURYA
I look at him; he’s handsome. I’m sure many men would want to have sex with him. I wonder if he does. For the extra money maybe.
Short Story: Pansy
I cycled to the right spot, a bend in the narrow road, a wall on one side, the bright green jungle on the other.
I settled on the huge rock and took out my things one by one - the color pencils, the dinosaur, the marbles (had I lost some in the ... Read More...
Short Story: My Mother
One fine day, I decided to try out my mom’s shoes – a pair of high heeled white pumps. She always kept them hidden at the back of her closet in a velvety bo... Read More...
Poem: Two Men
Illustration by Maitri Dore
Two men,
fell in love,
exchanged hearts,
broke them later,
drifted apart.
Two men,
good friends,
traveled a lot,
wrote... Read More...
Poem: Where Queer Meets Queer
Illustration by Maitri Dore
I wake up every morning,
And the wall around me breaks down my life into various provinces
With the ruler of each
Driving me crazy.
I step out,
And my craziness is fuelled,
By the obnoxious laughs of the de... Read More...
Poem: Fasting
Love is an eternal fast
Lovers never break their fast
Ever!
In the holy mosque of each other’s arms
They lie quietly
Listening
Each other’s silent praye... Read More...
Fiction: Something to Hold on To (Part 2)
Read Part 1 here
We had been spending hours of the week together for some months, and still not made much physical progress with each other. It was not for a... Read More...
Poem: Distant Desires
To smell the nice mix of faded deo and faded sweat ..
to find a home in his tight embrace ..
to play with his stupid sleeping face ..
That’s all I am asking for,
that’s all that seems so far away,
in some other life, on a distant day ... Read More...
Fiction: Something to Hold On To (Part 1)
We met on a rainy night, just like tonight. I know it sounds clichéd, but that is exactly what happened.
It was around 3 am, and I was on my way home on my m... Read More...
Poem: Longing
There is a whisper of longing on his lips,
As he looks at mine.
Closer and closer he appears,
To make up for lost time.
Caressing my face gently... Read More...
Poem: How I wish she raised me
Oh how I wish she raised me,
As her daughter.
How I wished she named me,
My mother's only wish would have come true,
like most other mothers,
But that day does not come soon.
I just wish for the both of us.
That tim... Read More...