By: Rati Agnihotri To get fascinated By the morbid details of other peoples’ lives To locate art In the slip discs of a chaotic composition To whisper stranger, stranger In the middle […]
Poem: Artifice
Poem: Moon –whip
By: Rati Agnihotri Please Crack the moon-whip Please No Under surveillance humanity But as i say Please crack the moon-ship Shhh, the priests sitting outside the graveyard are listening And the moon […]
Poem: In Ink
By: Rati Agnihotri Write on me in ink the deep blue language of moon famed silt and then print on me in ink those defamed chunks of moon mad memoirs . Look […]
Poem: Contained Parentheses
By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes stagnant ink dries; And at others the paper is crumpled. His eyes have stopped speaking now for long Yet silences move across nudging distances unsaid. Brinks of a […]
Poem: A Column of Broken Thoughts
By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes when words delude One may hope to start with a prelude Quiet corners have intense rumblings profound With fire like flames burning ceaselessly around. Surrender to the dark […]
Poem: Serenity
By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlight reflecting on calm waters, serenading in cosmic universe full of tornadoes, tidal waves rushing to me. The moon among palm leaves, among clouds, emerges in […]
Poem: I’ve Torn Apart The Laughter
By: G David Schwartz I’ve torn apart the laughter To let you go trembling after But I guess you didn’t know I didn’t want you to go And thought you went silently […]
Poem: Like the Village
By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari You look like that village On whose sky no sun rises, Only scarecrow clouds gather, Even the moon hides It’s burned face, Trees naked like old […]
Poem: With an Invaluable Jewel Near
By: Binoy Mazumdar Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Like walking With an invaluable jewel near A tension makes me pained always, I hear different flowers are there, But bathing in ocean of a person […]
Poem: destroying the sky
By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so […]
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