I wept endlessly the day I turned twenty-two,

I wish I could, Fly for 22 days like a bird!

Here are the winners of our latest SLR writing competition.

He seemed to be in a paradoxical state of discomfort and pleasure. “It's as if you've never tasted anything spicy before,” I said. “You have to pay for that, mind you.” “Of course I will,” he grinned. Soon enough, the hot sauce began its attack and he began to draw in cool air to soothe his burning tongue. “Oi, give me a cold Coke!” “All right, hold your horses.” I replied, walking over to the refrigerator. A few minutes later he had emptied the bottle. I shook my head at him wearily.

The beeps of the monitors were mute for him. Everything was fading away.

Many years had passed since I last saw him. He used to sit under the bridge during the hot summer days; the quintessential jhaal-muri-wala.

From my balcony I look down at

The amount of poetry on the net is simply staggering. All the great and popular poems we have – or ought to have – read are a mouse click away.

Amidst the endless contest for power, every nation-state is beset with insurgencies. A casualty in these conflicts is often the freedom of thought and expression.

I miss my unborn child

She believed she was about thirty

This week we welcome back the ever-prolific poet and academic Kaiser Haq tracing lines of connection between the wireless and the lyrical.

Should a writer write to please the reader or himself/herself?

The alarm rings at the crack of dawn, but my body and mind fight.

Sadaat Hasan Manto, one of the most prolific short-story writers to emerge from the subcontinent, described the murder of a 'Muslim bastard' during the riots in his most famous short story 'Toba Tek Singh'.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path. (Khalil Gibran)

One day in November 1986, Dr Shamim Khan – friend, colleague, and at that time an assistant professor of International Relations at

Why have I kept silent, held back so long,

Today's SLR is dedicated to the German novelist, social critic, artist and Nobel Prize winner Günter Grass who died on 13th April. He was 87.

Kaavya Viswanathan's novel, “How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, And Got a Life” is a prime example of plagiarism.