By: Anne Mikusinski Biography It must say something That I can Easily Describe my life In the small space Of one hundred words or less But I can fill three pages describing How you look when deep in thought Or when,…
By: Srinivas S Smitten with a smile* “Now you are smitten with a smile, I wait And wonder what its silence saves and says? Which j’wel its depth encrusts? What light its shine Reveals or steals? Whose eyes its reach unties?…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal Game of Chess Pawns are killed before all They work only for The King and Queen’s Defense For saving precious lives of rooks, bishops and knights, The game goes on Till the king is there, The…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Come In I am passing hard time In the pool of sorrows I’m drowning Everywhere I find darkness, pitch like darkness And the coldness of the wind A feeling of wilderness, bareness and infertility Consumes all It seems…
By: Ron Riekki Cameras Steal Souls We photograph each other until we smell. There is a sledgehammer ghost in the background. She screams for us to put away the cameras and kill the photos and smash the graphs to replace them…
By: Christina Berchini Every weekend for the last year echoed with the guidance counselor’s useless advice, and reminders that I do not really have any friends. To make matters worse, Sunday mornings were now occupied by church pews that I’d rather…
By: Debasis Tripathy Temple queue A clear moonshine, A little sweat on the forehead, Standing in a temple queue, And a little prayer come true. These simple things have made the evening sweet. ——— 0 ——— A call In this world…
By: Aditya Malhotra We are soldiers Weary of pointing our gunnery At the pristine snow-capped mountains Bordering our land of peasants Hanging by their necks Where reviled women with mutilated bodies Lay unclaimed like prisoners of war And bellies of drowned…
By: Aditya Malhotra What can one see staring at a mirror? * * * Am I the one picked up among skein Or looking at someone more alive? Who giggles seeing me chase my tail Warms up in mouth to mouth…
By Olatubosun David The irony is when they all compete to survive the onslaught of the hunger that feeds on human flesh in the land of surplus Seers have ceased to see fine Their eyes are feeble Their visions are…