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MIRROR'S CORNER

Everyone has got tense mood. Know the true mind of writers in this category. This is the place where writing meets with reality.

WHY I WRITE

My literary ambitions are mixed up with feelings of being isolated and undervalued. I know I have a facility for words and a power of facing unpleasant facts and situations, and I feel that...

A FOOT ON THE ROCK

On the path to greatness With rodeos of weakness A tryst with scavengers Joggling the dough of losers Madness elevating sanity in the west Strangers die from everything including bites Passion belated through fights All alone to express plights Scorn...

STATE OF THE NATION

Those we thought are our protectors, Their action have turned them to dictators, Their station is the society's incinerator. The road is their main workshop, And they pretend holy like an archbishop, While our pocket produce them crop. We thought police is our friend, The...

BACK FROM CAPTIVITY

 From utopia to Mars. From pain to vain. From dusk to dust. Roaming the street of despair Frets of survival lingers With little dots of fear. Craggy in all expectations. Varying peace and tranquility Vocals of the deserted. From captivity we hail Home built...

FIRE

Fire! It cleanses and destroys. With its heat; lives are saved or taken. One of man's greatest discoveries, One of man's chief fears, One of man's fascinations. The red glows within the lovely blue flint, Enticing to the toddlers' eye. Seductive...

INHUMED PENS

My eyes at war against cumulus As the ink dries off, do lines fade Ajar, the bloodbath gate of Hades Pen now flowing moist mucus. Come crepuscule, Umuofia was drowned in lament Even the anthills of the savannah went into hiding For a...

MAD VICTIM

Once upon a time, A visitor at daytime Came to steal a stone of lime. He was caught in the act, The stone of lime was still intact, Then they all started to react. They held him tightly at his...

GRIFFIN’S CRIB

Behind the dark closet Between dusk and dawn Around all unnatural events Lies the Griffin's crib Demons stroll-in with dignity Boogies exhibit life's reality Danger looms at every creep And the Satan dine with crisps A step by step transformation In and out...

SHE SMILED

Silent shrieks, as invisible pin prickles Her blurry eyes, hot tears trickles Constant gongs, implying she might fade For the interminable, as she now wade. An ailment beyond the physician Nowhere to be found, is the musician The coast is...

CAMPUS LIFE

The aesthetic well laid green lawn was the first indication of a melodic love story to come. So enticed, I was on my best self as I adventurously walked past the well parted footpaths....

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