In the year 2018, I started this blog titled ‘A Hundred Quills’ after winning a few online short story writing contests and after one of my stories was reduced to ashes by a reader/critic. It was such an emotional moment that the title of the story became the title of my blog. No sooner did …
We Got Your Back! (IWSG Feb,2022)
Hello to my IWSG fellows I read an interesting term, called ritual being sometime back, and it’s stayed with me. Last month I couldn’t post for the IWSG and couldn’t even visit other writers because ‘C’ that stormed the world two years back struck home and I dealt with my share of the pandemic. But …
Airavata Microblog Hop
Author Name: Sonia Dogra Book Name: Airavata About the Author: Sonia is an essential poet at heart, who also dabbles in the world of short stories. She is a freelance editor with AuthorsUpFront. Having been an educator for ten years and owing to an association with a children's bilingual monthly 'Keekli' for the past five …
ANECDOCHE
On tempered screens or gorilla glassesIndex fingers run sprintsMe and my is the loud cryEffusive welcomes and apple piesCrossing lines thick and thinStand-ups sometimes stepping inI thinkI, I, I, I…think.InMyHonestOpinion, they saymy opinion.ANECDOCHE Fifteen-year-olds in archaic foldsHold their stancesclose, so closeForty-year-olds get busywriting dogmas on wallsof homes.InMyHonestOpinion, they saymy opinion.ANECDOCHE Governments ramble onAirPods adorn their …
Do I Know Poetry
Hello Readers, Thank you for stopping by and for your comments. I am unable to respond to comments presently due to some engagements, but I will be visiting you all soon. As you know, I've been doing a first draft poetry series for a while. Here is my next offering, little miss silly inspired by …
Write in Silence Now
the frivolous chatter within, fissures in your mind crammed with doubt and guilt, banters that sound like old recordschurning thoughts on bedsides ring. no visitors knocking, no more bartering, close the eyes for deep listeningbe not deceived, the sounds of this world are forever convoluted. the perfect acoustics of silent spaces, grow naturally like the …
A Hundred Quills 