Category: Creative Writing
April 1, 2010
your slum is my home
Don’t give that look because I’m used to it or you can say it hardly bothers me. Why me, why…
March 15, 2010
My Dear Nation
Every time I see my country I dream of many things Think of our freedom, That many died to bring
March 15, 2010
She…
She is a girl, more precious than a pearl; Soft and gentle, beautiful and mild: She gives much and expects…
March 15, 2010
A Note on Life
I was taught that I come from dust and to dust I must go. No longer do I care-
March 15, 2010
She’s already a woman
Looking at the mirror, she asked me, “How do I look?” I looked at her. The polka dotted skirt and…
February 15, 2010
I Need You….!
All the pictured moments are scattered all around me. All the perfect moments are lost in the darkness. Memories of…
February 15, 2010
Just Once Again…
Gone away are you, away from me, In search of an inexplicable something; Dispersed are those moments, dispersed with time-
February 1, 2010
ESCAPE
Alice in wonderland wandered down into an upside-down world. What to do to escape from reality?
February 1, 2010
In Memory’s Lap
Ideas storm my tiny brain you won’t rest, will you ? another nudge to the cells eye should not miss…
January 15, 2010
Saffron, White and Green
History Written. Erased. Redefined. Witnessed. Forgotten. Recounted. She paints herself with a thousand countenances. In a myriad of colours.
January 15, 2010
Foster Child
Hopping across the brooks running down the Patkai Pestering Bhaiti reaping his paddy, Running aimlessly chasing the dragonflies. The mist…
January 15, 2010
The Rains Come From Behind the Curtain
Author of the poetry collection We Called the River Red: Poetry from a Violent Homeland, Uddipana Goswami is also a…
January 15, 2010
Loafer
He looked utterly despicable. Long hair, torn jeans. A loafer. I ignored him and concentrated on the concert. Suddenly a…