Showing posts with label Poetry 2021. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry 2021. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 August 2021

Poetry 2021 Longlist

 Selected stories on the link below.

Poetry
Short Story
Prose 500
Drabble

Short Fiction


Ermelinda MakkimaneJanina Shivdasani
Simreen Siraj Shehzadi



Januário Esteves Imran Yousuf Tasnima Yasmin



Dan Kuriakose
Ronald Degler
Bipul Banerjee



Ritika Singh
Sonali Pattnaik
Tejeswini Nambirajan



Swapna Sanchita
Ananth Adhyam Usha Amulya



Shakeel Ahmed Nandini Ganesh
Mannat Gujral



Gautham Pradeep Vidhya Sankarnarayan
Devika Dhond



Saptarshi Dutt
Leann Rodrigues Jayant Kashyap



Srijani Roy
Maanya Oberoi Surbhi Sharma



Bashir Ali
Soumyaa Somatra
Nivedita N



Swastik Samal
Elvin Lukose
Ishani Das



Anushree Bose Rhea Gupta Anjali Manhas



Srabani Bhattacharya
Geetanjali Maria
Aishwarya Vedula



Shrehya Taneja Zepphora Lyngdoh Kripa Rajalekshmi



Sneha Gaud
Sampoorna Gonella Manisha Bennett



Preetha Vasan

 Magazine


Nimrat ChahalKajoli Kanda
Sagnik Sen



Sharmila Mitra Samiullah Mohammed Ishita Aswani



Bhagyashree Chawrekar
Parag Saini
Anjana Shetty



Shruti Rai
Avantika Shukla
Damia Arya



Kamala Belagur
Ritika Bhatia
Tanya Soni



Sanjana Srivastava
Prishitha Reddy Chavi Saxena



Vrinda Chaturvedi
Jignasa Parikh
Shweta Aggarwal



Muhammad Qaiyum Rizvon
Ruchika Pahwa
Muskan Chandel



Chandrasen Yadav
Joydip Bhattacharyya
Vandana Sharma



Taranpreet Kaur
Sourasree Chakraborty
Dikshya Sarangi



Pooja Mandla Manish Ranjan




 

Nivedita N, Poetry 2021 Featured Writer

That Stench At The Train Station



The winter fog blanketed the station 

In its own embrace but that stench 

of god-knows-what-not 

had entered surreptitiously

 

The two-hour wait before the train arrived 

was the time for our game: 

dashing our brown and 

green VIP suitcases 

as our parents watched

 

soon when we’d stop and 

that stench would return 

crowding our minds like 

the hurried passengers 

on those arthritis-inducing staircase 


we followed suite, 

entering the compartment 

and there the stench was:

awaiting, 

like the seat passenger 

looking into your plate of lemon rice 

curious about its texture. 

Ronald Degler, Poetry 2021 Featured Writer

 Haiku

fishing 

by the light on the moon

a heron