Poetry 2012 Winners & Featured Writers

First Prize	Second Prize	Third Prize
Rinzu Rajan	Cain Pinto	Priyanka Roy Banerjee
		Ravisha Mall
Featured Writer
Faraz Ali	Farah Bookwala	Amal Bhattacharya
Priscilla Rai	Priyanka Surve	Sudhanshu Bhandary
Saptarshi Dutt	Vineet Kaul
Shortlist	Longlist

Contest 2012 Results

Poetry	Short Story	Flash Fiction
First Prize	First Prize	First Prize
Rinzu Rajan	Vandana Jena	Uzma Falak
Second Prize	Second Prize	Second Prize
Cain Pinto	Jim Wungramyao Kasom	Jose Varghese
Third Prize	Third Prize	Third Prize
Priyanka Roy Banerjee	Muniza Tariq	Vishal Gupta
Ravisha Mall
Featured Writers	Featured Writers	Featured Writers
Shortlist	Shortlist	Shortlist
Longlist	Longlist	Longlist

Poetry 2012, Third Prize 2, Ravisha Mall

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hiding 

behind 

the big green electricity box

the eyes turn away
but the dirt from your gaze
sticks to my privates
like a leech.

standing at the bus stop
clad from head to toe
I feel a piercing pain
in my chest...
your point(s) of concentration
will,
perhaps,
one day
bore holes
next to my nipples.

moving constantly,
never still,
I fidget to hide myself
from your lecherous glare..
only..
I HATE fidgeting.

you,
my man,
are the reason
why my father
never let me play
with the neighbourhood boys...
sired by you
they would too one day
turn into shameless men,
ready to rip apart
with their lustful eyes,
a girl standing at the bus stop,
sorry for being alive.

 

Poetry 2012, Third Prize 1, Priyanka Roy Banerjee

It's Snowing...

It's snowing inside.

Unlike nature, it started with a blizzard.
Blinded every corner of my heart,
the sharp spangles of snow pierced it through,
made me gape at the sight of fresh blood,
my own blood, fresh and rosy, bloomed on snow.
The harsh winds scratched and bruised the
walls of my heart, moved its foundation.

Now, the blizzard has stopped.
Smooth petals of snow keep falling,
trying to heal the bruises with their flowery softness.
But they wouldn't know.
They wouldn't know how it felt to watch blood,
oozing out like a life-saving river,
only taking away life from me.
Flakes of snow accumulate, and become heavier
than the weathering earth.

The snow, even if it ever melts,
has successfully petrified me.

 

Poetry 2012, Second Prize, Cain Pinto

Hymenaiku

Geraniums
Tentacular fingers; feed,
Anthropoid’s daunt.

Plunder ploughs on
Through earshot’s gape; négligée;
Sweat, wrings a thong.

Garden blooming
Wetness romps: stiff armed bandit!
Seminal cheer?

Pods pucker, two
Bright towers at seabed’s nigh;
Piratical…

Vitiation
That cavil’s carousal; canned
Sardines shan’t stink.