Scene was sorted, some had snorted
Some writhed in newfound ecstasy,
Some indulged in drunken revelry,
While the rest just wandered in gay abandon
An acid laughter at the peak of incision
The green of it all was stark to the vision
Instruments all around, Alterations in bulk
A livewire played in the ear, distant hypnotic beats
They came for a different perspective
A different dose, I believe
Good or bad, who are we to decide?
For them, it could pass off as Heaven
A creative writing workshop was recently held at the Oxford book store, Statesman House on August 18th for students…
1st Prize – Nimmy Chacko, Christ College, Bangalore
2nd Prize – Anirudh Gopal, Delhi College Of Arts And Comerce
3rd Prize – Shruti Rao, Kamala Nehru College
“Freedom of expression?! But there’s no such thing as that! Naresh, what have you been teaching them?!” Read our winning entry for WordSpill.
Lying in this dungeon through the ages
Alone you remain unheard
Thinking of sunshine in a dark cell
You wish you’d fly off like a bird
Haruka wrapped his fingers around mine. Delicately fingering the creases on my knuckles, he lets his palm glide over mine. The fingers come after it, like a lazy afterthought. The forest is another world. Once you’re lost, there is never going back he sings to me.
Countdown to Justice: A Dialogue on Bhopal A Panel Discussion on the Bhopal Gas Tragedy, organised by DU Beat…