I write to figure out what is left
THE HORROR UNFOLDS By Neel Anil Panicker As the soap slipped out of his hands he lunged forward in a vain attempt to grasp it but in the process his wobbly legs, shorn of all energy gave way and with one resounding sound he fell on the rough stony floors. His skull cracked open, soon … Continue reading neelwrites/horrorunfolds/SundayPhotoFiction/Sixsentencestories/fiction/novella/200words/3/08/2018
Power sates hunger Lust adds fuel, turns one bootlicker. #neelanilpanicker #poem #haiku #imrankhan #pakistan #politics RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #212 Sates&Fuels https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-212-satesfuels/
JINNAH WAHAAN; JEENA YAHAAN By Neel Anil Panicker Are we going Pakistan’s way? Are we becoming a mirror reflection of what Pakistan has become in recent years? By focusing our eyes, ears and all of our sensory perceptions on our next door neighbour are we in real danger of morphing into the monster that Pakistan … Continue reading neelwrites/jinnah/editorial/kneelingdown/essay/07/05/2018
SHAME ON YOU By Neel Anil Panicker For everything I’m game I’ve absolutely no shame Nobody’s to blame For me all are same What I do has no name Though I have some fame. #neelanilpanicker #poem #politics #nareshagarwal #modi #india #politics
Hosted by Sunday Fiction at https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/11/19/sunday-photo-fiction-19-november-2017/ GREAT INDIAN BAN PARTY- Playing at a theatre near you By Neel Anil Panicker A ghoonghtaless brave Rajput princess bedecked in mesmerizing regal wear, prancing around in her own magnificent gold bedecked palace courtyard, dancing her heart out in gay abandon, her swirling lehanga swishing wildly in huge concentric circles while … Continue reading neelwrites/pest/thegreatindianbanparty/sundayphotofictioneer/20/11/2017
WHITE DOT/ BLACK SPOT By Neel Anil Panicker ( word count: 162) Haruki Nakaoka inserted the ATM card, punched in a few keys, and pocketed the crispy yens that ejected out of its mouth. The twenty-one-year old was out on a double celebration: to mark his law school graduation; also his first date since leaving … Continue reading neelwites/fiction/shortstory/whatpegmansaw/20/02/2017
Dear Friends, I am sorry but like Lain Kelly, I too couldn’t stop myself from writing something that reflects the changed political reality of our times. Neel. TRUMPING THE WALL (200 words) By Neel Anil Panicker ‘The screws of the world’, Richard muttered under his breath as he turned off the television. Killings, hatred, bombings, … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory#SPF#200wo/02/02/2017
Celestial By Neel Anil Panicker Night sky desires on fire melting hearts beckon warmth heart’s windmills get ready to spin sparkly. (c)neelanilpanicker2016@cinquain#12
WHY AMERICANS HAVE GONE MAD By Neel Anil Panciker A week ago the absolute unthinkable happened. I watched on television the less comical, more tragical spectacle of a slithery seventy year old bronze haired man daubed in mismatched silver and horrendous pink thundering from the stage his silver tongued note of thanks to the people … Continue reading neelwrites/essay/USelections/the beginningoftheend/17/11/2016
#NEELISM It is an early Christmas for Trump and a late Diwali for Mr Modi. (c)neelanilpanciker
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