Shiladitya Mohana Sahoo
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Faith
A man was on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: 'Fasten your seat belts'. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, “We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.” As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice...
The Golden Fruit
Abhash Kumar Boral,
abhash0@yahoo.co.in
Paltan Padia,
Khurda-752055
Namu wiped his spectacle glasses. He tried to clean the thick
glasses with his dirt soaked cloth. He wanted it clean to have a clear vision of
the fruit that he wanted to see after all these long years. It was the fruit of
his dream since his childhood, since the time the enchanting man whispered it
into his ear that this would be his only achievement in life! That...
A Worthy Life
Anupam Patra
Bhubaneswar
anupamppatra@gmail.com
blog- http://anupampatracontemplates.blogspot.in/
Nothing changed about Vikram, during an epoch span of almost four years, who lay like a vegetable on the foldable bed in Cabin No. 11 of Sri J.J. Naidu Hospital, bound to the tubes and pipes galore. His zealous eyes, blinking in quick succession followed by an undue hiatus, suggesting a faint forgetfulness and unmatched intrigue...
Another fairy-tale
Bijaylaxmi Sarangi
Cuttack
She was fairly tired of playing at a single place. It was her elder sister who prevented her from moving even a step ahead right from that place. They were seated under a banyan tree at the upper right side of the canal. All other kids had vanished from eye sight. Only few women were taking dip, down the canal along with their earthen pots. The canal makes most of their living. Their father like many others...
Easy
Sunil Gangopadhyay
With ease I make a million flowers bloom,
All at once I light up some suns, moons, stars,
In a passing whim I blow out the moonlight
(Remember that moonlight?) or the sunlight (remember that too?).
Don't believe a thing my detractors say.
They might say that I am a child or a fool,
or a magician, ---
Ragged tents, broken drums, patches
on his black coat, but look what a deadly dance he's dancing
on the pupils...
Ash
Jayanta Mahapatra
The substance that stirs in
my palm
could well be a dead man; no need
to show surprise at the dizzy acts of wind.
My old father sitting uncertainly three feet away
is the slow cloud against the sky:
so my heart's beating makes of me a survivor
over here where the sun quietly sets.
The ways of freeing myself:
the glittering flowers, the immensity of rain for example,
which...
