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POETRY | The Love Song of a Middle Class Woman in Blue by Catalina Rembuyan

Asian Girl Vol. 1 by animegamer001 The interior design of a Kuala Lumpur café is a language that alters its geography. It is a capsule that seals its patrons in a country of make-believe-in-dreams, in an elsewhere in a town. I will demonstrate an example by naming one: La Parisienne, Bandar Biru Damansara, Kuala Lumpur – Thursday evening, Friday night; small on the ground floor of a skyscraper still against the strong winds kicking up city dust, solid and minute beneath the armies of clouds, black and voluptuous, rolling in the sky, witness to the crows and the crowds...

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POETRY | Catch The Rain by Azlan Shah Fadzil

there was rain by amirzand Catch the rain, let your hand wet, Listen to the sound of thunder. Hold the pain, don’t let go yet, Return it to the sender. Clench your fist, fight to the end, Don’t let your foe go faster. Punch the beast, With only one hand, Let it perceive disaster. “My name is Azlan Shah Fadzil and I’m a freelance translator. During free time I like to write poetry, short stories and flash fiction.” Follow Azlan on Facebook. Love this poem? There’s more poetry here. Have poems to share with us? Send em over to editors@eksentrika.com. Do include...

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POETRY | Me, Half? by Anuradha Chelliah

Half Full/Half Empty by Tim White Me, half? I am half full, Or am I empty? Half full, half empty, Never really contented, Never? Why? Always not sure, Happy or sad; fat or thin, Rich or poor; near or far, So undetermined, Just like a glass of water, Half full? Half empty? Where am I to find the other half? To be satisfied? It’s just within you, Search and seek……….. Anuradha Chelliah works as a teacher in a primary school. She has ideas to write and has written articles to The Star. She is new to Eksentrika. Have poems...

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POETRY | Play On by Izza Khaleeda

The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Maxfield Parrish Play on Mr. Piper, play the songs of your calling, the tempting lure, ensnaring from the most wicked to the innocent. Casualties mean nothing to the Piper, when his whistles bury the unfortunate, perishing amidst the earth dwellers that have long been abandoned, as he prances with his instrument to a wider audience. He dances, with enough grace and masculinity to mask the deceit, he reeks of it. His feet move to the hymns of solid promises, and trails of sugar sprinkle his steps. As our knees tremble, we taste the...

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POETRY | Why the Fuck? by Darien Nagle

Image credit muddycolors.com Darien has been a left-brainer all his life, until a spiritual awakening a few years ago activated his right-brain and changed his life forever. Still a left-brainer, Darien now spends his days combining the best of the old 3rd dimensional world that he knew so well, with his new multi-dimensional reality to the betterment of the human race generally. Darien takes every day as it comes and embraces the opportunities that literally fall into his lap, including the odd channelling of random poetry. Are you a writer or poet who wishes to share your work? Feel...

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