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It was supposed to be a joke. After so many years I bumped into my best friend from childhood, Kelly in the local launderette. We greeted each other with a big hug and wished each other a Happy New 2011. She introduced me to her 14 year old daughter Tilly. I couldn’t believe that time …
As I lay here, I feel as if i’m sleeping forever, The fear of sleeping forever, scares me It scares me by the way, I hear voices, Not knowing who it is, Just laying there sleeping The sounds of machines beeping people rushing around weeping ‘He’s gone, she’s gone’ But i’m here just sleeping wondering …
Children of a lesser God – dedicated to the children of Africa by Naina Mehta
Gordon Still Walking 2009 by Freiburg based poet, Satis Shroff.
Ahmed looked at the battered sign above the shop window. His pride and joy, the first restaurant in the road to have neon lights. But these days not all the lights worked, his once prized possession now read “TANDOO BATI HOSE”. He put his key in the door and opened the rickety door, a waft …
Trundling up in this chairlift Hunching into my collar Higher and higher Colder and colder Leaving behind the clamour Of those who, ant-like Follow each other Down the lower slopes I am first To reach the top Lifting the safety bar Sliding on to the waiting piste A crown of peaks all around Sharp, snow …
“Please, sir, can I have a break?” I looked up from the photocopier-cum-printer. Who said that? Everyone was either on the telephone, tapping away at their keyboards or reading through some legal document. I didn’t recognise the voice. “Angela, did you ask me something just now?” I asked the lawyer whose desk was the closest …
Sunshine sparkled through the grey afternoon. I sat in on the bench, wrapped in my own obliqueness. I was lost. I looked up at the clouds, at the tiny tapering ends, almost invisible. Was it an infinite haze of vapour droplets? I mused, watching as the black birds circled the pale billows. Suddenly the sun …
Coloured fabrics flew through the wind, Like flags upon a ship, Music flowed through her body, Occasionally she’d take a sip, And if she liked the taste, She’d hold the music, For a little longer in her hips, Now and then she’d tease it out, Through her fingertips, Bodies reacting like electricity, While the music …