By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is a physician and specialist who actually needs one.The…
By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is a blessingLoving genderfree,A curse within;A prince kissing a…
By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving scales coiling,I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven…
By: Jessabele Gorozon Bentazal Creation Covering is darkness,Then here comes the greatest artist.Well done, the ambience has transformed,From chaos comes peace.Then, from among the ashes,A masterpiece was born. ### A Sacrifice Punished but innocent,Nailed without a sin,Alone, he welcomes deathTo…
By: Arthur Russell A pigeon pursued by a shadowshot the gap between buildingslike a fighter plane from the early suntoward my balcony.Its skull rang the double panewith a metal clang, and it fellto the concrete floor, its grey chest heaving….
By: Enda Boyle Mermaids Before the sightings came the radar pingsand the lovely songs on the whale sonarThen came the first fleeting glimpses.Rumours were passed among fishermenof flickering figures on the wave’s crest Eventually a mermaid was discoveredon a busy…
By: Aneri Upadhyay “a lover’s loneliness” Your soul lives in all that is life.Every raindrop, every snowflakeis a personification of you.I look outside,only to see the cul-de-sac wherewe learned how to ride our bikes.I turn on the radio,only to hear…
By: JLF Maikaho Upon a dying star You stare into the night skyHoping to find your place among the starsYou can’t see themBut you know they’re there Your eyes, fixed into the darknessbeg for light A spark of joy flickers…
By: Sukrita Paul Kumar Preoccupation The passageto my mindisdark and long. Lost,I often remainat the world’s endstitching the holes in my memoryliving in the past tenseand cooking thenext meal ### A Borrowed Existence The still-born worldtrembles out of its stillnesswhen…
By: Carl Papa Palmer At the restaurant a cell phone rings. Those around the table jumpas if receiving an electric shock,reach for their pocketslike some saloon gun slingerhollered, Draw! I continue to eat, untethered.I’m retired.