By: Puja Devanand Her days are numbered Working itself backwards There will be an end Someday Is it worse, not knowing at all Or knowing when? Would she dare fall in love? Worm her way into a healthy heart…
By: Puja Devanand Staring Waiting for inspiration to flash Jaded celebrations hang above my head The past year is no more than a lingering memory Most learnt nothing new at all Some tried, but such noble endeavours rarely succeed So…
By: Neelam Singh One day I will look back and see The moments I have been through The pangs of being in love Oh the times of youth! The married life agonies The emotional terror The duty of a submissive…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I wait in darkness I wait until the sun rises I wait while daylight surrounds the darkened window I wait as the sunsets and the moon moves high into the night sky I wait while the…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It has been growing for years; out of control wisteria. It blooms and looks pretty for a while, but the roots and vines twist and tighten. The tree begins to find it laborious to breathe. Hastily…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Making unsolicited comments Gentle reminder of poor choices Leaving impact, unsuspecting women Prideful, unable to admit mistakes Costly it was, money cast away Chance after a chance she gave Telling herself no more Papers gained meaning…
By: Rabindranath Tagore Translated by: Ms. Rokeya Fair early morning, gentle breeze Quivers the river water still No swans have still gone into water No boats with white sails have still floated on water No village wives have still come…
By: K Ahmed Alam Pain, Pang and Plight Persistent Chikungunya Head aches Chikungunya Body aches Chikungunya Each joint aches Each limb aches Chikungunya Heart numbs emotions Brain numbs thoughts Chikungunya Tongue betrays taste Legs betray the move Frailty eats up…
By: Balu George Somebody asked me, Why my poems have no deep meaning? And why they never last beyond ten lines? I answered “Life is not that deep, and My vocabulary is poor” Just kidding! Nobody asks me such questions….
By: Balu George When I was young, I took guitar classes, I joined the band, And tried my hand at Karate. The guitar was sold within a month, The band uniform was confined to the cupboard, Within a week, And the…