By: Dr K. V. Raghupathi The Search Scratching and scraping the ashesto find his father’s on the banks of Gangaas the silken evening light stretches over the gentle flow.Tireless in mid-summer“What are you looking for?”“For the ashes of my father.”“Sixteen…
By: Raj Ratanmala I got awaken by the mellifluous twitter,of a bunch of nightingales;Perceived myself in a peculiar world ,Trees with golden leaves , rivers of pearls,That amiable silence unheard ,Like the sleeping Matterhorn left undisturbed. “Where am I?” ,…
By: Dee Z. Black like a smooth rock in the sunYellow like a goldfinch and wriggling side to side right in front of the man’s footstepThe skinny snake side-winded across the stone and into a hole, a garden drain pipeThe…
By: Arundhathi Anil When Death Came Knocking When Death came knocking at my front door,I put on a cloak,Stepped out and cast a final glance back,For I intended to go. Through his lanky armsI laced my handsLike a belle and…
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman I weep for our countryAnd the promise ofWho we could beAnd should beShredded by craven acts of violenceAnd hatred. We get so close sometimesThere is still so much goodStruggling to overcomeThe purposeful divisionsThat keep us from…
By: Shrey Verma A boy of twelve or thirteenMeanders the boisterous streets,Covered by a dirty and ripped shirtWhich leaves his body exposed to the worldLike his childhood to wretchedness.During the day,He blends surreptitiously into the crowdTo find pockets to pickAnd…
By: Lazarus Blue nostalgia In blue nostalgia—I am sinking,and I am nowhere to be found,I’ve descended in her deepnessand I keep on going down. darkness engulfs meas waters become colder,my lungs collapseunder my shoulders. but in obscurity there is groundpiercing…
By: Stephan Tashoff The Great Schism My bright side is in the morning light.When noon tolls,darkness encroaches the bordersof my soul.There is a March on the cornerof my greatness.Yet the smile from a flower’s stemcan send me weightless.There is a…
By: Umar YB LETTER TO MY HATER Take these words in a wayThat’s okay to youThey carry the truthI wish you knew:All waters and the winds,The constelletions afar,Greens, marines, mammals,And birds of all featherAnd I, love one another. My dear…
By: Alan Berger A mean drunk some of the timeA body and mind of loveliness most of the timeHer love will never be mine We all have our addictionsAll are sublimeSome we kickMost we can’t lickWhich is fineShe is mine…