Poetry 2014 Longlist, Aurosikha Priyadarshini

Sea Life

The Sand tries to calm down,
And the oceans swift and sound.
It’s the game of the wind
To play the shore and the water as it wants.
Why is it that no one is left alone,
To their self, in the magic throne.
Where he is the King of his own,
Such is the similarity of life and lifeless souls.

Flash Fiction 2014 Longlist, Aurosikha Priyadarshini

Knocking on Heaven’s Door

The slow tick tock of the clock, the angry winter wind blowing outside, and the ring of the telephone echoing in the mansion...

Ryan heard it all, yet he heard nothing...
He could hear the gleeful cries of his siblings in the garden.

"Ray, gimme the ball... Fast!!"' Molly was screaming.
He could hear her sister Meg having a row with her boyfriend at the front porch.

"Trrriiinnnggg!!! Trrriiinnnggg!!!. The stupid phone could not understand the simple fact that there was no one around to pick it up...

And then gradually the sounds got fainter and fainter until it made peace with Silence. And Agony...