By: Athena Mondal Image of a half-eaten moon, slowly savoured The downward strokes of an acoustic guitar, In wafts the smell of precious memories, Some from the well-guarded past, Some in the mind yet to be made, For only in darkness…
By: Athena Mondal Borrowed words Full of sound and fury But not my own. Dancing in the streets to music only in their ears Considered insane by those who Lack imagination. An idea is born and the ones with the words…
By: Bejoy Balagopal In the rapidly vanishing sands of time, Where is it that I draw my line? Once the waves wash their sins on shore, How would I know which half is mine? In the lonely expanse of the blue,…
By: Debleena Majumdar She peeped from the Leaking tap, dazzled By the tapestry life spun. Seeking her life under the Sun. She dripped. One lost drop. Jostling with the million Other drops in the tanker, She heard with dread, The…
By: Basit Olatunji Although my words may carry the buccal venom of an angry witch and the fire of a possessed wizard they sometimes too, ooze a cooling breeze and sheath the sword of a bullying Capulet in the face of…
By: Basit Olatunji (For ill-fated husbands) could this be a woman or a monstrous monster? think she’s a woe-man worse than a human before her husband came to relieve her parents of their desperate daughter it’s a pity, he never knew…
By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals, only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night as scorpions may sleep in…
By: Ranjeet Singh While walking through a faceless crowd Looking at the golden temple And its golden reflections in the water, Measuring its pride in one quick glimpse The poor child, Adding curiosity to his hunger, Asked his mother Do…
By: Neelam Singh Vows vows and vows Torturous words to my ears now I do , I do , I do Do we really mean I do? Two words- I do The world kept looking through Innocent words- I do…
By: Neelam Singh Laughter stings my soul Hope shrunk If someone could eavesdrop my heart Bitter sweet memories remain Lost in the wilderness Where the wild thing are I often wonder What is this thing called life Darkness, blood and pain…