Biography of Shikhandin Shikhandin
Shikhandin is the pen name of an Indian writer. Shikhandin’s latest book, ‘Immoderate Men’ was published by Speaking Tiger Books. A children’s book is forthcoming from Duckbill.
Shikhandin’s awards and accolades include: Winner - The Children First Contest curated by Duckbill in association with Parag and initiative of Tata Trust India. First Runner up - The DNA-OOP Short Story Contest 2016 India. Second Prize - India Currents Katha Short Story Contest 2016, USA.
Winner - Anam Cara Short Fiction Competition 2012, Ireland. Longlist - Bridport Poetry Prize 2006, UK.
Finalist Aesthetica Poetry Contest 2010, UK.
Pushcart nominee by Cha: An Asian Literary Journal,2011 Shikhandin’s poetry and fiction have been widely published across the world. Notable Journals and Anthologies published in: Asia Literary Review (Hong Kong) , Eclectica (USA) , Per Contra (USA) , Markings (Scotland) , Himmal (Kathmandu) , Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine (UK) , Kitaab (Singapore) , The Nth Position (UK) , Mascara Literary Review (Australia) , Cha: An Asian Literary Journal (Hong Kong) , Stony Thursday (Ireland) , The Little Magazine (India) , Out of Print (India) , Sybil's Garage (USA) , Pushing Out the Boat (Scotland) , South: A Journal of Poetry (UK) , Off the Coast (USA) , Etchings (Australia) , Going Down Swinging (Australia)
Shikhandin Shikhandin's Works:
Immoderate Men - Stories (Publisher: Speaking Tiger Books, India)
Shikhandin Shikhandin Poems
The Rakta Karabi blooms in blood red defiance. Stupefying my neighbor's patch of pious flowers. A pristine gray sky tilts with its load of secrets. But no cloud splits apart. And, man does not yield
I am riding west, past rows of electricity poles lined up like prisoners before a firing squad. Past sad buildings with the legend ‘ABANDONED' inscribed like a scarlet letter plucked from a romantic era.
The Other Side Of The Sun
Dusk has hefted this bloodless day upon grim shoulders and is now striding towards a horizon where the Borealis are waiting
Fire And Water
Fire spoke to her before the child was born, caressing her long hair, her pale skin speaking sweetly, making sweet promises, seducing her into a state of insensibility. The child beat its tiny fists against its watery cradle crying out voicelessly until
There is this ‘I' in it, right at the beginning, an ‘I' for an ‘I' that is you. But of course, you are your own inspector and spectator.
So What Do You Do After You've Raped The...
You throttle it into permanent un-speak-ability then you bury it
Once upon a time, long, long ago, the humble home-made papad could actually become foreign-returned ‘pepper biscuits' with a simple flick of a wrist opening a manila envelope. Madras Checks flipped outright
The Other Warriors
You talk of hatred, bullets, bombs and bad memories. Here we inherit these things from our fathers and mothers, who
Our Brother's Come Home
Our brother's come home let us rejoice. He has come bearing unwrapped gifts and untold stories while we circle around him like a chant.
Pandora's curiosity didn't just do her in It dug a cesspool for the whole human race For what flew out After the locust swarm of ills
East Of London
She would cycle down everyday and bother us till we did her summer vacation homework for her. She would try to dazzle us with
The Church Every time I close my eyes I see a bright white Church
New Winter I have grown unused to this tightening of skin,
The Crows I remember how it rained all night water sloshing down -
I remember how it rained all night
water sloshing down -
grime washed and odorous from despair.
I remember listening to them late into the night
black with hysteria, the crows
had gathered on a damp tree. I heard