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Poem: Magic and Mystery

By: Kousik Adhikari Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you, Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows, Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky Of our room,…

Poem: When

By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I…

Poem: you let it go

By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you…

Poem: Remembering Scars

By: Linda M. Crate  i wonder if you remember all the things you said to me, but somehow i’m the bad guy because you bullied me; i remember how helpless i felt when even the vile guidance counselor took your…

Poem: The Rhino-Skin and Goggles

By: Pijush Kanti Deb A poor hand- quite naked and flexible, needs a trust-worthy amulet made of rhino skin and a goggles to cover up its ocular confusions and hesitations- the outcome of a dual fought in its heart between…

Poem: To My Daughter

By: Adreyo Sen If Life were a 1 train, travelling through many islands of unhappiness, you’d get down at every station of despair to spread light, in your silent way. At five, you were already so grave, you made me laugh…

Poem: Women Waiting at the Baths

By: Melanie Barbato A woman with mud-smeared face A woman not burnt by the flame A woman in hiding Among neighbours and friends A woman and her four children Their cornrow hair Done for the day A woman nervously fiddling A…

Poem: Ordinary Woman

By: Melanie Barbato Evil baffles me Not because it is alien to me – no evil is- But because for each Weakness, perversion, I fight in myself There marches An army of fools That has turned them Into their creed…

Poem: Farruk Ahmed

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin O Farruk! Perverted nation is now cursed. Slumbered nation is marching towards Avoiding the blood eyes and being inspired In order to break the Satan’s wall. O Farruk! You are not a lost Sinbad. You are faster…

Poem: Still-born

By: Jeshtha Kamra While our bodies share its secrets In all its mistiness Our memories bake into blackened bricks. I keep searching you Between our melting bodies and frozen minds. Blindfolding reality Into the maddening swirl of shameless confessions. In our…