Archive for the ‘Poetry/Art’ Category


“Questions”

By Editor - December 28th, 2011

"Questions"

Written by: Jonathan Uthayakumar

You hear that? That’s right. You hear nothing because right now..

Right Now I’m Dead.



ISAI WAR – Returns

By Admin - December 9th, 2011

ISAI WAR - Returns

Music can change the world because it can change people. – Bono
Calling all young musical artists!!!
Deadline to Enroll:December 20, 2011
$500 worth of gift certificates for the winners!



“A Maveerar”

By Editor - November 27th, 2011

"A Maveerar"

Written by: Saruja N.

Our history in their eyes
Our future in their path
Tempted us, the blinded by torture



“A hero means to me”

By Editor - November 27th, 2011

"A hero means to me"

Written by: EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan

A hero can be defined in many ways, but in the end it all amounts to a person who is a brave saviour. Through my experience as a participant in a flash mob held by York University Tamil Student Association, I came to realize the many words one could use to describe a hero.



Let us not forget…

By Shayanika - November 27th, 2011

Let us not forget...

Written by: Shayanika Suresh

Let us not forget our Maaverar,
Who, for our freedom and nation, cast away,



“The Price of Freedom”

By Editor - November 26th, 2011

"The Price of Freedom"

Written by: Shalini Varatharajah

What you give up?
Your goals?
Your wishes?



“Welcome to Holland”

By Editor - October 27th, 2011

"Welcome to Holland"

Written by: Emily Perl Kingsley

“When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.”



In memory of 1983 Riots.

By Editor - July 14th, 2011

In memory of 1983 Riots.

Written by: EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan

I’am a Language
Forbidden here, but spoken
the speakers of this language are granted with a death token
I’am an Identity
mounted in history
born and gone, gone and reborn
but here I’am torn



In language lies the art of communication

By Editor - July 2nd, 2011

In language lies the art of communication

By: ‘EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan

In language lies the art of communication
a fluid expression of sounds in all shapes and forms,
drawn by a dancing tongue and breathing lips.



Eyes Died Open

By Editor - June 29th, 2011

Eyes Died Open

By: ‘EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan

Wrapped in crimson, shake in fear
sweat drenched forehead collides with tears
ashes dance through filthy air