By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Deny what is reality Block out words and hide from facts — The first wave of pain. I blamed you for leaving Resented you for my pain — I needed closure. Sometimes I regret Not having enough…
By: Mari Salarda Unpredictable— The water has its own mind Treacherous while calm My feet are dirtied black from the soil where green stalks grow and flourish It gives light and warmth Sometimes blue, red, or orange A tool, a weapon…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Life is not getting well Sometimes invisible darkness appears in front of it It then moans and groans out of pangs. No place to go for peace and harmony Things are not happening The way we are sending…
By: Zunayet Ahammed I saw her once in an enchanting journey She was a princess, a beauty to flood the dark room with “moonlight” like the murmuring sound of the Padma Many days back I lost. I don’t know whether she’s…
By: Neelam Singh I hear voices, Voices within! Some are clear and some in vain I try to hear but the chaos therein I hear voices, yes voices within! The magnetic lunatic world around me offers frenzied voices Alas it overpowers…
By: Balu George I write poetry without ambition, Without wondering about rhyme, Or worrying about metaphors. I write because I like writing, Just like, I like watching Women brush hair of their forehead, Balloons floating up towards the sky on…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb She seems to be submissive to me who is yet to witness that stern storm which may drive a ship high and dry but I witnessed my deserted father and his hidden tears. So, I grant…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Neither telepathy is known nor an effective time-machine is owned yet the race towards you seems to be so automatic that the frightening distance between you and me and the on going moking circumstance from my…
By: Linda M Crate dance magic dance surfaced in my head three days before you departed almost as if you were summoning me from the deep slumber of a nightmare insisting it was time to become a rebel against reality,…
By: Linda M Crate there are no more tomes of labyrinth to beseech no more goblin kings to steal away the breath and hearts of young and old girls alike in the spinning of three crystal balls and a swift…