By: Adreyo Sen Some are cold hints of an elegy where they stand. Their silence, a promise they will be remembered. No one could see her. Her hunger made her invisible to people more practiced in smiles. She was distemper on…
By: Adreyo Sen Only in your eyes can I touch the sky, that you fear for me lets me rend its thick curtains with my fiercest cry. A thing of beauty blazing pride I return to your side. I did not…
By: Jason D. DeHart Last night, I dreamed of death – not in some dramatic or kaleidoscopic way, but in a manner I could not see. We were traveling, the family and I, when we somehow got word, so I…
By: Tendai R Mwanaka This people remains downtrodden in their hungers, the emptiness- of their lives. In their victim’s posture! They scrounge for food in the streets. Their children are in the streets. Their women have chosen a moonlight career….
By: Tendai R Mwanaka Aftermaths of garbage tossed about, sewage rotting. Dirty water, empty stomachs, empty lives, empty beings. This garden is a history of thousands of them. Political loose canons living in the exclusive suburbs. But…
Meandering rills around the dales Dense woods without scales Sing of such a Teacher’s summum bonum Who’s boosted courage in life and love in human Stayed fearless in life’s battle-field Fighting with honesty and justice as shield The people were…
L’amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser. . The Habanera,. Carmen, act 1. By Gaither Stewart Adriano and Zero have just consumed first one bottle, then a second of a classic Chianti at the City Lights Bar…
By: Neelam Singh Just a simple hug Speaks millions of words Helps ease one’s burden Reduces it to zero Just a simple smile Makes one feel warm inside All tension gone For those who give or receive Peace of mind overflows…
Author and poet Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’ has come out with his latest “Kaise Chand Lafzon Men Saara Pyar Likhun”, a collection of Hindi poetry, shayari, ghazals and songs on muhabbat (love) and romance at The Press Club, Mumbai. The book has…
By: Adreyo Sen I know when it’s time to bring you tea. How do I know this? On the terrace across ours, the woman dances standing still. Her hair is a river chasing her ankles. And yet many have grown in…