By: Sushant Thapa Memory and Future The day is as brightAs the overloaded happiness.In your cityI lose track of time,Due to excessive delightEasily passing.The night was as brightAs the starlit path.In imagesI recollectThe wholesome memories.Forgetfulness becomes a crimeWhen a nodding…
By: Goutam Roy Shattered glasscan never be made whole again.The bygone dayscan never be reclaimed.Lost youthcan never be revived.No matter how fiercelywe struggle,we can never returnto what has gone forever.The vast tapestryof human existencehas reigned across the centuries,only to crumbleand…
By: James Aitchison There it is in Krakow, Poland,so innocuous, just another building,2 Pomorska Street,a hostel for students from Silesiauntil — 13 September 1939,the Gestapo moved in,and a conquered cityfeared the name “Pomorska”. I found out why — down a…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Omnishambles Some situations involving poor judgment cause chaos. These sorts of disordersCan convey disastrous consequences such that even technocrats stay impotent;Ruling parties’ cones of vision are likely limited to less than acute angles. Also,Their buccal-style expressions…
By: Srinjaya Lahiri As I meander through the different vicissitudes of life, my mind absorbs them all.Sometimes as a philosopher, sometimes as a skeptic, or sometimes as a mere onlooker who is just too baffled by the ways of the…
By: Team Literary Yard (‘The Roar at Twilight’ is a poetry collection written by Mahathi (Mydavolu Venkata Satyanarayana)). The Roar at Twilight is an ambitious undertaking: a 108-sonnet retelling, in English, of the Puranic legend of Hiranyakashipu, his devout son…
By: ALI Hasnain Instructions for Returning a Borrowed Moon Do not polish it.The fingerprints are the point. Carry it under your coatthrough the laundromat’s blue hour,when every dryer windowturns a small planet by itself. At the corner, a bus will…
By: Snigdha Agrawal An old vendor, half-lungi tied,settles beneaththe Gulmohar’s shade,his cart heapedwith chusni mangoes. As evening leans in,they come, as they always do;children who have missed a meal,unleashing laughterlike birds erupting from a leafy tree They are happy enoughwith…
By: Jim Bates Afternoon heatQuiet backyardSuddenlyBuzzingBuzzing, buzzing, buzzingCicadas callingEmerging from years undergroundInto the warm soilMales serenading femalesA true delight of summerThe old man sets aside his bookHe listensEntrancedA summer melodyUnlike any otherA singular symphonyHe smilesHeart warmedBy the buzzingBarrage.
By: Tim Law Lazy Sunday Sleep inBreakfast in bedNothing to doBut spend time with you Maybe watch a movieOr catch up on some restLazy Sundays with nothing plannedThese are the days I love the best I turn to me and…