Author: Eksentrika

Poetry | Red Patches

image credit: Marcellina Oseghale I have a little secret, behind my facade smile, These unseen, incurable scars deeply rooted inside of me. It isn’t measles, it isn’t chickenpox, They look just the same, big, small, spotty little, Unwithered flakes, That can’t be shattered, only one small scratch, Then it wilts. Then again, Red, red, everywhere red, You can’t bare yourself, Or to see yourself, Or to show yourself, But to hide yourself. No matter how well-covered it is, No matter how well-aided it is, It resurfaced victoriously. That ample heartache, No matter how much I did, That could tranquil the...

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Zunar grants IGP wish, draws Donald de duck

So, last week the Inspector General of Police Khalid Abu Bakar had suggested that cartoonist Zunar should stick to drawing Donald Duck instead of insulting leaders through his cartoons. Khalid was reported as saying; “He can draw McDonald or Donald Duck, anything, no one will care but don’t insult people,” when commenting on the political cartoonist’s arrest last week. Zunar is no stranger when it comes to simplifying national issues into cartoons – with majority of his cartoons poking fun at the scandalous Malaysian Prime Minister, Najib Razak. Infact, his erm.. “relationship” with Khalid goes a long way back due...

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SHORT STORY | Not Just Yet by Axam Maumoon

Image credit: kuaby.com  It was loud as the train rumbled away. She looked up, brows furrowed, “Either you missed yours or I missed mine,” she said with a smile. “Let’s find out, shall we?” he replied, stepping on the escalator. It was sunny upstairs on the platform. Eastbound and Westbound platforms were one and the same, with the trains stopping on either side. This meant they could both sit together one last time before they went their separate ways. He needed that. They found the bench in the very middle of the platform, crossectional so they weren’t facing away...

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POETRY | Neither Dream Nor Fable by Yanna Hashri

The silence fled like a thief in the night. In its place, the fire made the loudest and emptiest bed you’d ever seen. We all heard the gods and their crops screaming like animals as they burned until the town was nothing but ash. We were hungry and desperate, you see. So we dug up the old graves and sucked the pain from our grandmothers’ bones. Whatever we didn’t retch on, leeched deep into our skin till we turned white as ghosts. What do you know about it, child? You weren’t there to see how many people fell from...

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POETRY | Inversions by Terence Aaron

Image credit: Davved Ask me my dreams and hopes; I’ll present my tragedies, Ask me my tragedies; I’ll present my dreams and hopes, Look for what fuels my passion; you’ll see the void in me, Look for the void in me; you’ll see what fuels my passion, Force me to recall paradise; I could only imagine hell, Force me to imagine hell; I could only recall paradise, Trap me in a room with people, I wish to be alone, Trap me in a room alone, I wish to be with people Tell me to write my problems, I’ll show...

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