Owl Poetry & Prose

Wafting through my nose as I cycled down the different roads was the smell of musk, wood notes, cinnamon and a certain tint of...

Meghali stared at the majestic rock edifice looming as she walked towards it in the late afternoon sunlight. The Lion’s Neck or ‘Sinha Giriya’,...

Once upon a forgotten time, there lived a young man who was of a pleasant disposition, an inquiring mind, a literary genius and later...

I painted my nails today. After a long time I actually made the effort coz I had bought a colour I liked. So I...

You’ve stolen so many people I know People I love Some I could never say goodbye to You haunt us all, like the shadow...

Black Velvet – Alannah Myles Bad boy – suave, damaged and oh so fucking appealing. Walking on Broken Glass – Annie Lennox Broken heart....

Exhausted pigeon. Or bloody fool. These were some of the ideas that flitted through my rather tired head. I had not slept enough. Last...

This Fortress is fortified The drawbridge is up, the rooms are manned The moat is full and the crocs are swimming No boats allowed,...

“Putha! Drink this!” Rani brought the Kola Kenda and handed it to her son Ranjan. She was wearing a printed housecoat with a mask...