HOLI

Holi P K Routray In India we celebrate Holi a festival of love and color,, In spring after chilling winter is over. when cuckoo coos, mango breeds ,and above all nature smiles,

The Big Day

There are girly giggles and running footsteps in the hall and doors opening and shutting noisily. I think I’ll stay here for a while longer.
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Scrap 93

Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Echoes of an Ode Man

The title came to me in a dream, bit like Stravinsky's wind septet. I love the title as you might've guessed. ... The Octet, sorry, not the Septet.
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Missing Years ( Part 16 )

A voice out of the dark..

Distractions

“Fix us a drink”, she said. I was barely through the door and she’d already turned her back on me and drifted across the room; a pale ghost whose voice sounded just as haunted.

I Want to Write a Poem and I Want to Write it Now!

My excuse...It's five o'clock in the morning! Well, it was when I started!

the birds know everything we've forgotten

the birds know everything we’ve forgotten they wake each morning, every morning with joyous song, the whole day ahead of them. they do not queue in sad, exhausted lines,

One by One

One by One

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