Time To Rejoice- Six Poems And A Story In Le Zaporogue XVI


The sun is shining bright and Delhi is jubilant.

This is how I am celebrating. With HOT CRISPY JALEBEES. I have more than one reseon to rejoice.

The much acclaimed Le Zaporouge XVI, the latest edition of Seb Doubinsky’s annual of literature, art, photography and illustration has been published and for the fourth time I have my work included in the magazine along with some fantastic writers/artists. It is a great feeling to be recognised as a writer and I thank Seb Doubinsky ( a great storyteller and fantastic poet) for this honor.

This special edition of 289 pages include Jerry Wilson– Tara Lennart – Celina Osuna – Jonas Lautrop- Laurent Maindon – Anne Krautwald – Franck-Olivier Laferrère – Manu Rich – Marcia Marques Rambourg – Justin Grimbol – Carole Cohen-Wolf – Tikuli – Valérie Debieux – Philippe Tertrais – Simone Rinzler – David Royal – Virgil Petite-Vallée – James Goddard – Alicia Young – Olga Theuriet – Dominic Albanese- Benoît Jeantet – Donna-Lee Phillips – Jacques Sicard – Mark and Janice Van Aken Williams – Stéphane Prat – Jean-Philippe Dreillard – Agathe Elieva – Serge Muscat – Yan Kouton – Maya Byss – ShaneZooee – Matt Bialer – Andréas Becker

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It is a must have impressive collection and  you can get Le Zaporogue XVI ( ebook PDF) as a FREE download here : ZAPOROGUE XVI

Or  for the FIRST TIME buy it in print too ( the back editions will also be available in print soon.) : Zaporogue (Paperback) 

So proud to be a part of this.  The good trend has continued from 2014 for my writing and I am hoping for more as the year ’15 progresses.

Here is an excerpt from one of my poems –

My Mother 

“Clasping your infant body
like a broken doll and a
picture of your mother in my pocket,
I took refuge at a patchwork of shelters
that had sprouted on the smoldering land.
A few of us sat under a small covering
of rags, tarpaulin and sheet metal,
holding whatever was left of our
precious belongings, somewhere
a man sharpened the knife on a stone,
click clack, click clack,
the blade glistened in the dark.”

Do read the rest of the poem and many more poems and stories that I enjoyed reading in this edition. Do give us your feedback.

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My Debut Poetry Collection turned ONE this January you can read about it HERE 

Once more Thank You Sebastian Doubinsky for giving me the opportunity to share my work.

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He found the  deathly silence of the Morgue calming. The odor of the dead was the most erotic thing for him. It fascinated him

His eyes sparkled as he ran his fingers over the naked cold body of the beautiful woman  lying on the slab in front of him. He always treated  them lovingly, gently. He was in no hurry. He was the only attendant on duty and the world of the dead was his.

His eyes scanned her voluptuous body. Stunning. She did not deserve to die   or may be she did. He grinned.

He bent and inhaled deeply, instantly getting an erection. He loved to have them fresh, before the burial. He had a taste and preference for his sexual partners. She was brought in just a few hours back. An accident victim.

He kissed her forehead and softly said,” My bride, tonight I am your bridegroom ” and then he began to remove his clothes.

Slowly he lifted and placed her on the floor. Then he began to make love. First gently and then in his usual brutal wild way.

Euphoria taking over him completely as he devoured the ravishing body under him. His mouth was on hers when suddenly he stopped. Something was not right.

He stared at the face of his victim and to his horror felt the warmth slowly return in the woman’s body.

He had been through the ritual many times to ignore this sign.

He wanted to move but couldn’t.

Fear gripped him for the first time and he wished his trusted partner was there tonight but there was no one except the chilling silence.

Then to his horror she began to breathe. He screamed and pulled himself away collapsing on the floor near her. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw her move her fingers.

His face went pale with fear as she opened her eyes and turned towards him.

A shrill scream echoed in the morgue as she saw a naked man lying next to her in dark cold vault like room.

He tried to move as she ran towards the door and out of it but his body seemed as if it had taken roots.

Return of the dead .

He thought it only happened in the movies.

The police found their most wanted necrophile collapsed on the morgue floor in a state of shock.

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