Connect the Dots
“We Can Only Connect The Dots That We Collect”
Have you wondered, “How are we so brave to take step after step? Day after day?,” or...
The Margarita Man by Adiana Ray
By Adiana Ray
Life was crazy and I loved every minute of it. It was the end of the month and work was more demanding...
Summer Night
By Roopraj Singha
Poems by Roopraj Singha
In cool of the summer night
Touching you when i close my eyes
it was only yesterday
you were lying by my...
Civilization
By Sudhir Mishra
Poem by Sudhir Mishra
I can hear them shouting
In the Streets
People lay in blood
I watch it on my TV
Contorted faces
I’ve never seen
Its a...
Speaking with Rajesh Kargutkar
Mumbaikar Rajesh Kargutkar is an artist of substance. Having earned his BFA (Bachelor of Fine Arts) and MFA (Master of Fine Arts) from the...
Paint my December by Pallavi Vyas
By Pallavi Vyas
Black eyes,
deeply smogged
by sorrow.
Paint them
your color
and discover
in solitude.
Dry lips,
bruised
by coldness.
Paint them
red
by your sensations
in the unknown.
Dark heart,
shadowed
by grief.
Paint it
blue
by your dazzled
harmony.
Black December,
engulfed
in thorns.
Paint...
