By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only…
By: Neelam Singh The wounded soul, dies each day The internal being withers away Being strong is part of survival routine But courage inside is failing me stigma and pain sting my frost-bitten soul binding my step to move forward…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Words too dark in shadows of light Words with meaning, words screaming Quiet words, almost whispering Gently ink touches the parchment Light of a candle, ink and quill Writing throughout the night Thoughts flowing No time…
By: Linda M Crate the menacing beak of krakens is what i wish for them a monster they cannot run from, a god unforgiving and cruel as they are; sating his hunger with their bodies and their blood so we…
By: Linda M Crate everything is crumbling so sick of life and death being treated as a game i don’t want to sit on the sidelines as everyone and everything i love fades and dies away they need to stop…
By: Linda M Crate i am sick of living in constant fear of everyone threatening the end of the world i want to live not simply exist, and i want to achieve my dreams just because they’ve given up on…
By: Balu George It is nearing Christmas, And the café is decked, With light and balloons. A Christmas tree stands at a corner, And the stray which considers the café its home, Lies under the tree. A bunch of college…
By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve left my handkerchief in a distant forest to wipe tree’s grief. Can you remember me, foolish deer? Crazy girl, is there anybody that ever gets wet in this foreign land? You had…
By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve been walking all my life I’m busy running all the time With the busy job of her family She’s given me a concept of work in my spirit She’s taught me love,…
By: Mahadev Saha Translated by: Zunayet Ahammed If I don’t compose any verse today, A fair morning may not visit your home tomorrow No Jasmine or Sheuli or Bakul will bloom in a pique. Maybe, the sky veils its face…