By Shakti Pada Mukhopadhyay

The Tragic Indolence

Oh Hamlet! Why did you die? The Ghost had warned you not to delay and Horatio remained as a true friend. But you committed blunder to postpone your actions of killing Claudius at the first instance. You wished to send Claudius’ soul to hell instead of heaven. Fate prompted you to kill Polonius by mistake, leading to the array of events like, suicide of Ophelia and the birth of the new avenger Laertes. You took revenge of your father’s death, fighting on the graveyard of your lover and turning yourself as a martyr in the hands of destiny. Ill fate sent your mother to a tragic end. When you were bound to act, you had remained skeptical and dallied with purposes to find some pretence for indolence. Your argument for delay the world missed to feel, as you had felt, “Ought I not…

By Mohsina Dadu

Not many stars and drooped sky
Frozen plants and mosquitoes cry.

Heartbeat runs with whining dogs, 
Silence is piercing with crinkling knob
Thoughts in veins as blood flows.

Me, wrapped with thoughts
Lying layered with emptiness
Rolling eyes, chatting mind
And ears ringing for some forlorn
Dancing ceiling, claiming to fall
No one,my side to claim
No one for me to blame.

And then, I met with my dream
Starry morning,rosy sky
Dancing plants, all delighted guy
Humming doves,and sparrow's chirp
Baby's giggle and gaily family slurp.

Such absolute world desired deep,
And so remained lie in my world half sleep.

Mohsina Dadu, is an education coach and a soft skills trainer by profession. She belongs to Modasa, one of the semi-urban towns of Gujarat state, India. She is a simple going person. She is very amiable and social, caring being one who likes to meet and…

By P.A. Esangha

Dazed: The Enslaved Mind

His destiny in his own hand
An easy trade without a brain-cap
Ignorant, a man without a plan.
A future he sold for a grain-cup

Bottles, bottle in the house of bottles
Imprisoned by his own greed
Unable to solve life's puzzles
He is nothing but a helot. 

He stares his slave master,  dazed.
His gold replaced with cubes.
Through the city preach he concord.
For a fee of food crumbs

Dazed! The land owner rent his house
The lord of an empire is servant.

My Saviour, The Slave Master

Beautifully he clothes himself, A god glory he must deserve. Creatively, the maker made him. call him a masterpiece when film He is that perfect handmaid. A lord of wealth he doth not make An unsmart ruler of the smart. Father to the ones he unfathered Master of failed promises Call him a…

By Dr. Imbesat Syed

I saw beauty in death,
I saw liberation in death.

I felt breath in death,
I saw vision in death.

I heard symphonies in death,
I touched life in death,
For death completes life and births life.

Death is the ultimate reward,
Death is the ultimate destiny.

Death gives life, meaning,
Death gives life the luxury of emotions.

Death is equated for grief,
but grief is not mourning,
Grief is the  peak of emotions, grief is the depth of emotions,
For grief births happiness, without grief happiness cannot be birthed.
Once happiness comes into life it’s the dance of life,
It's the elation of soul.

Death is the melody on which life dances,
Death is life in disguise,
Death is the symphony of existence.