By: Zunayet Ahammed When I’m free and nothing to do I delight in recollecting your name More than seven times Defeating a school boy’s passion for his sweetheart. In watching TV if I feel uninterested I recall your reminiscences quietly…
By: Shri Ram I should say that, nothing changed over a period of time. But, the way I looked at things, certainly have changed and that made all the difference. I was to take up a new profile. It was…
By: Ananya S Guha And I will raise a hundred flowers For a hundred deaths And the hunt of life time The rivers are plenty Corpses will float And ghats will mourn For a hundred burials And a hundred causes And…
By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made…
By: Sunil Sharma On a rough day, When the strong winds Erupt suddenly— Like some angry arguments Festering behind smiles, In the curtained homes; Distant memories, Dormant, Now— Resurfacing again, In ferocious rooms, Over the steaming herbal tea Served in…
By: Sunil Sharma Will there be a single tear shed, Once I am no more? Someone there— Emerging from the shadows to Cry over the simple rough bed Forever left vacant In a dim room? Or, the old rocking chair…
By: Sunil Sharma Under a grey-blue sky, Pouring rain below, By parting curtains of Ballooning clouds Dark and pregnant, Walks this young mad, A woman with Sparkling eyes, And a bright smile, Looking heavenwards, Talking to those that Live there unseen by…
By: Sri Ram I remember, once I read from a book. The bonding between two bodies at the center is tighter than the ones at any other part. The moment I saw her in the bus, for the first time, I…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb When a pool is bloomed in a desert and a blossom on a rock, an unknown thirst crawls in my body informing a new spring is nearby. When the sky gets down to land and the…
By: JD DeHart One thought floats down, a feather, light and buzz, another bumps out of the way like a rubber ball, ready to escape permanent sight I allow my mouth to form the idea, and the throw it out…