By: Abishake Koul I count the number of flights I have taken this year I don’t post any statuses or spam social media I am not sure what is the break even to gloat about it But I sure feel tired…
By: Abishake Koul It’s just an illusion, my friend Even the pain isn’t real at times Love begets love is propaganda And Romeo didn’t die Only the dumb know such stuff Some who can’t speak And some who don’t say…
By: Dr. Neeraja Mani lifetime ,settled its eyes within the last flame of the dying fire it flew around the lantern cursing all the worthless days passed Silently suffocated within the tearfull channel over the cheeks wished to sleep eternally into…
By: Aruna Subramanian My pallid days become a colorful palette in many rainy evenings by the countless colors of pretty parasols you hold up for me. Let’s paint the path with love and joy as we saunter beneath a bubble holding…
By: Arthur J. Willhelm I have a dog This dog is full Of love and Affection He sleeps on An armchair While humanity Rips itself Apart While wars are Fought And man gets ahead By stepping on Other men I’m not…
By: William Wren The human heart retreats. It recedes as it progresses. It devolves as it evolves, reversing as it beats. The human heart beats backwards but that isn’t how it starts. An infant, it moves forward with a million expectations….
By: Surabhi Kaushik Look into my eyes and you will see my wounds still raw as fresh meat my frozen tears that never flowed through the walls of my heart for they have now turned into stone Your smile is kind…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick By the age of one and a half, Little One obviously unusual, maybe a bit odd, but gave the sweetest kisses, but only after he stopped licking A quirky baby was he, spending warm mornings soaking…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face, lashing out pain, frustration, helplessness Choking back tears listening to her daughter’s words, observing how beautiful she is, long hair shimmering in the sunlight The sparkle…
By: Beaubo Creases in my heart. Flaws of my soul. And you, my estranged, what do you desire through the condemnation, disorientation, magnification, distortion, and manipulation? Solace, my purported, Beloved?