By: Mohammad Anas It’s 2:00 AM, My eyes are searching for a light on this silent hill, Tonight, I am going to invoke a muse by my vibrant will, Struggling for the set divine rules of heaven, Her graceful wings fall…
By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra My mental wire renders Images of worn out routes, After a short circuit happened In the pathways of daily burdens; My diseased body quiver with its weight The hard stitch rubbles skin snatchers; Leeched of life force…
By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Immigrant pregnant clouds in this high time Preparing to deliver aerial showers, Huge watery vessels, like a developed baby Too heavy to hold in atmospheric womb; With lightening proclaiming over the vastness Of the supply of life…
By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial up connection of live wires; The modem is working JUST To repeatedly provide the facsimile of Barren and bald paths; Inner lumbering of daily…
By: Linad M Crate i will surrender my heart and soul to none make sure you stand down not step to me because i am the daughter of the moon i have wolves, oceans, and primordial rage older than trees…
By: Linda M Crate i never told you that i loved you because truthfully you were always with someone else, and i knew or at least i consoled myself with you didn’t feel the same way in return; i was…
By: Linda M Crate i refuse to sacrifice the light within to the darkness out there because the world deserves better we need more lighthouses among the storms to guide the dreamers home, and if i can be of use…
By: JD DeHart A well-dressed man with manicured life and teeth tells me that he’d glad wrestle with an angel, tangle with heaven in the grass below a celestial ladder, even if it entailed a displaced hip. If only it…
By: JD DeHart During our most recent game of “Are They Dating or Are They Married?” at our favorite seafood restaurant, the researchers noted a distinct inclination toward the negative – This was not the cantankerous negative experienced with certain…
By: Debraj Bhattacharya I Susan looked out of the window of a café on a cold and foggy afternoon in London and wondered whether her life had any meaning. Was she simply a bundle of molecules floating in time and space…