By: Pramod Rastogi Harvesting Happiness Clouds brim with ambitions insaneAnd top up their tank with nostalgiaReady to besiege the barren farmlands.Here tears spatter in smoky plumesAnd in dance pose is the paddy farm. The sun is large in the sparkling…
By: Ursula O’Reilly STORM Rain is pounding tearsOnto my windowpane.Oozing tears intoThe abandoned forest. Wind wails in the treetops.The forest sways and creaks,Anticipating the worst.Water soaks leaves and grass. The waterlogged earth groans.Stout storm clouds gather,Soon to burst.The storm will…
By: Ruvindra Sathsarani The darkness, singsInOccasional chimesof how you cannotcoincidewith the saving ofhis soul, and it isn’tsimpleto wave your hand inair and tellthe world howan explosionsomewhere elsewas staged, stampedand launched, in seconds,and reason outwhythere were few dropsof bloodon your palms….
By: Leon Kortenkamp “What was that? Wake up, Robby. I heard something.” “What? What did you hear?” “Something. Did you hear it?” “No.” “I was dreaming about my mother. I saw her so clearly. I looked into her eyes; she…
Sports betting is an incredibly popular industry, and more and more people are looking to get involved every day. However, one issue most newcomers face when first venturing into the wonderful world of sports betting is that they are unsure…
By: Nadia Benjelloun “Welcome to our world….” is the thought that took priority in my head the day war was declared on Ukraine. I couldn’t even feel bad for not feeling bad. By our world, I had of course meant…
By: Bobby Zielinski The Ukraine Dream, with streets, once paved with gold,now filled with bombed-out buildings and military detours.the Dream has now been put on hold. Once dreaming of greatness, and awaiting just rewards,which Putin has attempted to vanquish, will…
By: Mini Babu Once you nearly dieyou turn unafraid,you request for two days,to assort life. Trust me,you do not focus onwhat people think you would. . . Rather,you recall your first love,you retrieve the dayyou drew nearyour best friendbrushing sides,you…
By Ruth Z. Deming In the driving rain, I stood at the book deposit of my local library. Thwack, kerplunk, down the chute they journeyed, ending with a plop. Did they deserve this? Of course not, but libraries always have…
By: Ken W. Simpson Gratuitous Living The well of loneliness is dry and emptya sad, inhospitable placewithout love or the affection of a canaryfertilised by human’s follyand the febrile and fractious friendshipsfermenting as happinesssocially addictive but good for businessin an…