Welcome to The Antonym Magazine, where the beauty of language transcends borders and stories find resonance in every tongue. As your linguistic gateway to a world of diverse narratives, we take pride in the art of translation that breathes life into words, bridging cultures and connecting hearts.
Leaning against the two motorcycles, we chat for hours. Just like the old days. The masks are a sad reminder though. That life is uncertain, and a strange virus looms nearby.This is where we usually meet—in front of Charan Das’s...
Read MoreEvery house has chests. Secrets folded under the stacks of silks and starched cotton. Some houses evoke fairytales. Roses and marigolds swaying in the front yard, giggling child on a swing. Some, on the other hand, look as if...
Read MoreMy name is Malti. I was named after a flower, my grandmother told me, but she couldn’t tell my birthyear. She only remembered that it was the month of Sraban, the courtyard was filled with water, and our neighbor, Lala Miah’s...
Read MoreShortlisted for The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury Sinking in and out of shadow;the silhouette in the window.His eyes look like mine. He tilts his head, breathing steadyto match my heartbeat.I...
Read MoreShortlisted for The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury for Sania Dar At your door it’s a message; they peek first through the window and speak all the time in hope that you understand. Quiet, it’s...
Read MoreShortlisted for The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury A sweep of solid oakwood upLike whiplash; the chargeOf a hawk or other bird-Streak in a lack of skyAt the nightly tree blackestDrapery, the...
Read MoreWinner of The Antonym February Poetry Contest Artwork by Sumona Rahman Choudhury bird of my breath uncaged, warpingits feathered ribs around a petrol night. did I ever imagine an inhale? you note – things used to be simpler,...
Read MoreI’d secret names for the men I went out with. Animal names. No, it’s not offensive. It’s scientific. It’s ingenious and poetic too.Don’t humans share a common ape ancestor with chimpanzees? Don’t all men display certain animal...
Read MorePhotograph – Aritra Sanyal Back then, Baba sold balloons; Ma worked as a cook in two houses. And one roadside rice stall where she peeled loads of onions and cried a lot.I used to go with Baba, making rounds in the...
Read MoreI have thirty-nine hats, mostly fedoras, some panamas, and a few trilbies. Each of them holds onto their pride and price tags distinctly. Tightly.Too tightly, I believe. Like the grip of a coconut crab. I accept it, I don’t...
Read MoreWinning story, The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Soon it would be dawn. He’d wandered the maze of alleys all night, then, and now he was alone, no one else out except a cat yowling, another. Why had she left him?...
Read MoreThe Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Finalist And the days smell like copper. And the nights like Star cigarettes and cheap sentiments. And the whistles come from tea stalls, roadside cafés, a young man, riding a...
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The storyteller masterfully delves into the complexities of women's empowerment in village settings, offering a nuanced portrayal of how societal…
Fantastic dear sir. Your work leads the reader to the the native soil.
Rizwan Akhtar has successfully and artistically transferred the lyrical musicality of great Urdu poetry into the English language. Of the…
Rizwan Akhtar is an established name in the domain of English poetry in Pakistan. Now he has published translation of…
Good job to ensure the preservation of a legacy.👍
Thanks Mohul