Passion play at work night’s redolence lingers on memories take nap #neelanilpanicker #poem #haiku #398
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neelwrites/flash/fiction/shortstory/25/01/2020
NO TIME TO CRY By Neel Anil Panicker Stella looked at the mess around her—the debauchery of the previous night’s indulgences—half eaten white ant crawling pizza crumbs, cartons of empty beer cases, ashtrays filled to the brim with cigarette stubs, torn condom packets, dirty bone china dinner plates that smelled of roasted pork and fried … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/fiction/shortstory/25/01/2020
neelwrites/flash/shortstory/25/01/2020
THE TRAP By Neel Anil Panicker “He’s here, must be here, I saw him barely half an hour ago,” yelled fifteen year old Shakeel as he pointed his hands towards the expanse of green fields. “What do you say, is he speaking the truth”?, asked BSF Inspector Arvind Sharma turning towards his deputy. “Sir, these … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/shortstory/25/01/2020
neelwrites/flash/poem/23/01/2020
BEHIND THE VEIL By Neel Anil Panicker My arms are wrapped around my frail self My face is hidden my eyes barely visible through the slits of my entwined fingers I stare at the world outside A world which casts evil eyes on me …slut, characterless, bitch, witch, fallen woman —that’s they know me as … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/poem/23/01/2020
neelwrites/flash/fiction/shortstory/23 /01/2020
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda DELIGHTFUL SCOOPS By Neel Anil Panicker As four year old Arzoo’s fingers left neat traces on the frosted glass, a wave of spasmodic fright ran through his mother’s spine. She chased the expansive arc of her little one’s eyes. Chocolate dipped in sauce, super cone; orange flavoured cup with sundae, … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/fiction/shortstory/23 /01/2020
neelwrites/flash/politicalfiction/22/01/2020
MY NAME IS SHABANA AND I’M AN INDIAN By Neel Anil Panicker SHABANA,32, SHAHEEN BAGH, DELHI, INDIA: My name is Shabana Parveen and I am not a terrorist. On the contrary I am just an ordinary woman, a middle aged married woman with a husband and four kids, the last as young as eleven months … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/politicalfiction/22/01/2020
neelwrites/poem/haiku/#397/22/01/2020
Why the chest thumping there’s nothing to crow about just lots of hot air #neelanilpanicker #poem #haiku #397
