Owl Poetry & Prose

“Ms. Bots, why are you a Ms?” Lila turned around. “You mean why am I not a man?” she asked with a grin. “Er,...

“There’s nothing more painful for a woman than to watch a man she loves destroy himself because he refuses to admit he needs help....

‘Thwack!’ The manna came down hard on the bare coconut Splitting it along a jagged line in the centre It’s supposed to be straight...

Upul walked upto me with a smile on his face. He was 24 years old. He had a gait that immediately signalled prosthetic limbs....

Vogue announced the latest trend Caused many a woman to seek to mend Those curvy hips, those narrow lips The implantation of silicone tits...

The hourglass is trickling The sands of time, the powercuts, the lines, the protests and in the hospitals The heartbeat is slowing and waning…till...

The lotus has been a symbol of many The Buddha, the resilience of people, the ability to rise from the mud and blossom Something...

I hate puking. Honestly. It’s the worst feeling ever. No one can ever say they like it. It truly sucks. It sucks even more...

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’,...