By: Shloka Shankar Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded through Puddles and lost myself in Childhood’s delight;…
By: Shloka Shankar The clock looks at me indignantly And I wonder what I did to upset Time; I’ve whiled away countless minutes Twiddling my thumbs, Or contemplating a lost thought, Or in self-delusion. I’ve had my share of insomnia,…
By: Shloka Shankar There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I stand as my lone self; Something was between…
By: Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple rhododendrons. The clear blue sky appeared silent and…
Anarchist and Social Critic By Gaither Stewart (Note: After my early enthusiasm about the writer and man Kurt Vonnegut, I became skeptical of his skepticism. Was he a phony, I began to wonder? After I met him, his life…
By: Raymond Greiner The year was 2020; Phil Gordon was 24, with a remarkable body of achievements for such an early time of his life. He excelled academically embarking on a career in technology working for a prominent consulting…
By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses…
By: April Mae M. Berza like a falling debris from a construction site slowly committing suicide as it touches the ground, again I looked up to witness how words magnetized the tongue to remain silent as if under oath, the oath…
By: April Mae M. Berza A psychologist asked me my dream last night. I never told her about you, that you colonized my subconscious, paralyzing me until I wake up. I surrender to the idiopathic pain when I realize you are…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito It was in the day and about a couple of hours before dusk when I went out walking. Going down the park path, there was, on the right, the major road and its hustle. Standing there…