By: Vishnu B. Unnithan My Lord’s Grace(With a line From WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT by John Milton On His Blindness) I sacrificed and did my best but that was not enough for them as theywanted me…
By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on…
By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the…
By: Ken W Simpson Mirages Impatiently we waitfor truth to overturn treacherydecency to defeat inhumanityfor eventual justicewhen our nightmares disperseand we can dream rapturouslyof a fabulous future. ### Time The second hand defines the hourof each passing dayoblivious to a…
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman So much timeAlone in my headAs I teeterNot knowing which way to plunge. Do I succumb to the darknessAnd the thoughtsThat my frenetic lifeManaged to always keep at bayLocked safely in the vaultLabeled Do Not Ever…
By: Alfred Nicholson On the second floor, look and seeroom to the left there I am, 233. Here I am I spend all of my day,7 days a week eat, sleep or play. The shadow of the virus I will…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb “The Lines are in turning mode” Spondylotic Linesstand face to facekeeping their eyes and hearts openas ifthey intent to intersect one anothertouchingthe epi-center of their pain and gainassumingthe Sun and the other ancillaries are stillhappy to…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Fizzled The flame fizzled from first light,the history book at my finger tips:the roar red brand – a claimant mark –reminder where we had first met,now on my hand as hers had been,as if reluctant palms to…
By: Tapeshwar Prasad Pestilence How hurriedlyI open the faucetTo my burning throatAfter the toil of the day and the nightAnd how, more languidlyI try to tap off the waterof its flowFlowing drop by dropMingling the thirst andmy gloomy thoughts, in…
By: Okpeta, Gideon Iching Bleak: The place of plagues And i saw a forlorn of plague, at thedepth of the dessertAnd men under eaves kvetchingin awe with voices of lamentation.A hard time I have seen it.Indeed hell has decided a…