
By: Arthur Davis The midpoint of my unforeseen journey began in this small, soundproofed enclosure, which boasted one television conspicuously absent a channel selector, four ordinary upholstered chairs, and sofa sitting on a […]
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By: Arthur Davis The midpoint of my unforeseen journey began in this small, soundproofed enclosure, which boasted one television conspicuously absent a channel selector, four ordinary upholstered chairs, and sofa sitting on a […]
By: Adesina Dolapo Faraway in an unknown Unknown distant land Land she sleeps And wakes all alone All alone she lives Lives and waits Waits for me to come Waits for me […]
By: Elancharan Gunasekaran Candles lit on waxed parapets Flame tips align Piercing the night skies Holding the heavens in place For, The show is about to begin Sneaking a peak She rotates gracefully […]
By: Rati Agnihotri To get fascinated By the morbid details of other peoples’ lives To locate art In the slip discs of a chaotic composition To whisper stranger, stranger In the middle […]
By: Rati Agnihotri Please Crack the moon-whip Please No Under surveillance humanity But as i say Please crack the moon-ship Shhh, the priests sitting outside the graveyard are listening And the moon […]
By: Rati Agnihotri Write on me in ink the deep blue language of moon famed silt and then print on me in ink those defamed chunks of moon mad memoirs . Look […]
By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes stagnant ink dries; And at others the paper is crumpled. His eyes have stopped speaking now for long Yet silences move across nudging distances unsaid. Brinks of a […]
By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes when words delude One may hope to start with a prelude Quiet corners have intense rumblings profound With fire like flames burning ceaselessly around. Surrender to the dark […]
By: Konika Mukherjee The hyped revelation of Rowling’s book ‘The Cuckoo’s Calling’ under a pseudonym and an assumed background of an army personnel has led us again to wonder about the need […]
By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlight reflecting on calm waters, serenading in cosmic universe full of tornadoes, tidal waves rushing to me. The moon among palm leaves, among clouds, emerges in […]