Owl Poetry & Prose

Some of the greatest music I know was introduced to me by a few assholes. Yes. Men or rather men who need to grow...

Borella Kanatta. Cemetery of the dead, wielder of ghosts of the past and guilt of the present. Today there were three funerals taking place....

Oh ladies of yon I have but a confession to make Of a habit of late that I long to partake It involves the...

Chris was staring over the newspapers at his wife Nimani. She was still at the dining table clearing the breakfast things. Chris was relaxing...

I am the woman of my country The product of ‘culture’, of history of a nation The result of procreation The manufactured playground of...

Adam was being his usual self. He was playing keyboards for their band ‘Revolution’ and they were half way through their Friday night gig...

“He is one of the nicest guys I know. Such a gentleman. Rare breed you know. These days with all these uncouth fellows around.”...

A viral ball of proteins spikes Came trundling down the way It knows no season, it knows no reason, yet, Takes residence in most...

Nishi, Thilanki and Freya decided to randomly meet up for dinner on a good ol Sunday night. Freya was feeling lazy at home but...

I never asked coz it never occurred to me then, but what was it like for you to be in a medium that was...