By: Anindita Sarkar Runaway Peacock Like caged birds who shun flightI was oblivious to the wild,until the blue hills beaconed.Through telepathic podcastssanctioned by the rainI confessed to my loverabout my expatriate state.A mob of misfitstheir throats aflame with litany of…
By: Cynthia Pitman “When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?”“When the hurly-burly’s done,When the battle’s lost and won.” – Witches, Macbeth, by William Shakespeare i. Conflict “Conflict: Two forces working against one another.” But that’s…
By: Aneek Chatterjee Hide & Seek I play hide & seekwith you, myself.SometimesI do murmur lost songs, favoritepoems, surreal images & when I wake up& land in my swanky office,a surreal painting adornsthe wooden wallI’ve kept a few books of…
By Ajay R. Sawant YOU ARE THE PAINTER OF THE WORLD you are the morning mista stargazer on dayyou ask me to walk on the sidewalk—and walk with me too you are the eternal lier —the hope bearer of allthe…
By Ida Prose OBSERVER Seeing through the foggy lens, a glimpseof the world, formerly unnoticedBarren branches and tall trees stoodCuriously puzzled,No one ventured out anymore, no oneglided through the bushesWho then saw the tree and branches?Yet the branches blushed,Being observed…
By: Bishnu Pokhrel THE MISSING LINK I am that linkand I am missing.I am that which youcrave and seek activelyyet you don’t recognize meI am that missing link in you. You have searchedsearched me in everythingsought me everywhereyet you chose…
By: Theresa C. Gaynord Kiribati The sun rose, carrying the burnover the previous night’s blackstare. The sea took severalbreaths as the land recededand sank into bloodthirstydepths, spitting out sidewayslapping water from spinningwhirlpools underneath. The clockcontinued its rhythm as argumentsintensified, never…
By: Kathy Abrahams Bird of truth flies highon a cloud of honesty.integrity and loftymoral values.Beams of justice and righteousnessshine on its white feathers.Below souls of the dark aimguns at this beautiful creature.Seek to bring it down with bulletsof lies and…
By: Bryce Leiberman It is Las Vegasthe stratosphere hotelyou ask me to go to the stardecklook at the starsnothing separating you and the groundexcept aira lot ofairpeering over the edgethree thousand feetI don’t want tonot because of heightssomething deep insidesomething…
By: Mahathi FROM INDIA WITH LOVEI come from here, this nation, this terrain,this clay, and this hot lush with darker skinand sweat fragrance…yes, India, my reign,the land of Gods, afreets and weird goblins. Here yonder sprinkles love, the earth breaths…