At the forefront of my intentions is a need to entertain. Of course to whom much is given, much is expected in return. This means I do not write in a vacuum, or rather I do not ‘entertain’ in a vacuum. There is so much to be said, so many questions to be asked, ills to be addressed . . . so much that even a thousand books will still not be enough to cover it all. So I write, first to entertain, and in the same vein, to question/address whatever pressing concerns there may be.
“You are happy today?” I ask the girl.
She pays no attention, staggers to the desk and picks up the lamp.
“You are happy today,” I say again.
For this issue, our editors are looking for poets, prose writers, artists, and photographers interpreting their cities and showing us what they see, what they think, and what they envision about any city of their choice, whether they live there or not..
In this Hollywood-like thriller, the author delivers a classic using vivid descriptions and exciting narration to grab the readers’ attention while landing them gently with his simple diction.
Through the Eye of a Needle opens the sore of the world. In this collection one is face to face with the effect of the pandemic in a different part of the world; even in the lives of people in different places.
There are times hope turns into rain drops
in the quiet corner of our tongues
Pacifying the thirsty desert
May the roads be clear for the air of rebirth
& the streets be free of draping agonies
It is a marvel, the Grace of gray
It is a cup, like the Holy Grail
Everyone longs… for a taste, they pray
When body rises to greet half-dead,
It’s house of will and intellect.
I break, heart of egg
into yolk of gratitude
—grain of time,