By: Neelam Singh Just a simple hug Speaks millions of words Helps ease one’s burden Reduces it to zero Just a simple smile Makes one feel warm inside All tension gone For those who give or receive Peace of mind overflows…
Author and poet Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’ has come out with his latest “Kaise Chand Lafzon Men Saara Pyar Likhun”, a collection of Hindi poetry, shayari, ghazals and songs on muhabbat (love) and romance at The Press Club, Mumbai. The book has…
By: Adreyo Sen I know when it’s time to bring you tea. How do I know this? On the terrace across ours, the woman dances standing still. Her hair is a river chasing her ankles. And yet many have grown in…
By: Reese Scott She was seven when she hung herself. She hung there for almost ninety days until Jimmy, her older brother, came home after being away for the past year trying to find work to support his sisters and…
By: Reese Scott When they first met they both knew this was the person they wanted to be with. Things went effortlessly. They made each other laugh. They made each other happy. They shared the same dreams. To live in…
By: Tom Sheehan It was where the Dark Forest runs out of breath, not far from Xi Shuang Ban Na, and the Lan Cang River, pretending to be a thief, steals much of daylight’s silver. Here one morning I observed,…
By: Priya Anand Dead bodies on the road Some prostrate and others still erect Line the ribonned highway to a metropolis Still a tenacious connect to the terra beneath Their ascent to the empyrean terminated by design Excoriated visages and…
By: SA Libby The rain has been falling for days. So long his weary eyes can’t remember exactly where the roads lay under all those feet of muddy water. Planks of wood and shingles surf along the surface. Clothes and…
By: Ed Krizek In the meadow at the edge of the wood a rabbit lies bleeding. Entrails devoured by a predator. Everything has to eat. At the final moment the little animal’s cries resound across the meadow. Worms and insects…
By: Ed Krizek My mother believed that after she died her spirit would live on forever with those of her lost loved ones. She would watch over me and my sister and hear the words we muttered to her presence…