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Bio: Shailendra Chauhan, A poet

By: Chandramauli Chandrakant, NIT Warangal AP Shailendra Chauhan was born and brought up in Uttar Pradesh/ Madhya Pradesh. His father was a primary school teacher in Vidisha. shailendra completed his education from Vidisha. He did Bachelor of Engineering in Electrical branch…

Poem: The Color of Pain

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The color of pain is blackness enveloping the flesh It bares the bones A skeleton remains The color of pain is crimson From the gashes blood seeps No compress halts the stream The color of pain…

Poem: Too Much, Too Little

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Too much, too little Caught in a crack Tense muscles The mother cannot relax The child, the child, the child Struggling with essentials Rent, water, power, food, gas If only it stopped there Car insurance, car…

Poem: This Dark Thing

By: Natalie Crick This dark thing that sleeps in me, It steals from me so I am left with nothing. I am blameless, Godiva. The murmurings are alive. Watching you dully from my bed I have taken the pill to kill….

Poem: For You

By: Natalie Crick This month her depression began. He obsessed her. She tied her heart with ribbon like a present, Licking his fingers and kissing his feet. Words failed her. She breathed him in like a terrible secret, A childless woman…

Poem: …and the hills whispered ..

By: Pooja Abhishek Shukla I close my eyes.. I hear nothing..beside… a faint murmur here… echoing like music in my ears.. swish of winds in the trees.. water gurgling down the cave.. rushing down somewhere.. to tell somebody..Look who is here..!…

Poem: Nothingness…

By: Pooja Abhishek Shukla ..I maybe a figment of imagination… I maybe a shadow of the past… I maybe the evil turned inside out.. I maybe the truth worn out… I maybe the fierce will to live… I maybe a desperate…

Poem: Old Men Playing Draughts

By: Neil Leadbeater Black plays first. They want to wipe each other out or lock their opponent into a position from which they cannot move. The old still harbour ambition – if they could just acquire the agility of youth…

Poem: The Potter Wasps

By: Neil Leadbeater Wasp-waisted with black and gold among the citron bracts the guêpes maçonnes of Surinam swarmed about our heads so that when we tried to sweep them off mob rule ensued. What good could come of it, this high-handed…