By: Kousik Adhikari I walked into the garden Light decorated the offspring of light, So many flowers inexperienced Before the first rain, first fraud, Innocent breeze playing magic, Enchanting every live, every leave, But some moths waiting for first dream, Patiently…

By: Kousik Adhikari Dear. Charming-Artemis! Urbashi! I have sprinkled all These name-traps To catch your bird like beauty Galloping from twigs to branches, Blazing sword glances Over Adam’s progeny In what furious dance! Men curious from birth Dealing with roses-…

By: Shloka Shankar  Another school year came to an end, and another heady, dizzying summer lay ahead of us. Earlier that week, my school had closed after what seemed an interminably long academic year, and I had passed into fifth grade…

By: Shloka Shankar  Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded through Puddles and lost myself in Childhood’s delight;…

By: Shloka Shankar   The clock looks at me indignantly And I wonder what I did to upset Time; I’ve whiled away countless minutes Twiddling my thumbs, Or contemplating a lost thought, Or in self-delusion. I’ve had my share of insomnia,…

By: Shloka Shankar  There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I stand as my lone self; Something was between…

 By:  Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple rhododendrons. The clear blue sky appeared silent and…

Anarchist and Social Critic By Gaither Stewart   (Note: After my early enthusiasm about the writer and man Kurt Vonnegut, I became skeptical of his skepticism. Was he a phony, I began to wonder? After I met him, his life…

  By: Raymond Greiner The year was 2020; Phil Gordon was 24, with a remarkable body of achievements for such an early time of his life. He excelled academically embarking on a career in technology working for a prominent consulting…

By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses…