By: James G. Piatt Spring has arrived, it’s no longer cold, The bright sun melted winter’s icy robe. Rills now flow softly in chasms down the hill, Dappled bullfrogs’ are croaking shrill: The bright sun creates colors to behold, I…
By: James G. Piatt After the spring gales have vanished, after the prevailing winds faded into the lead gray horizon, downy white clouds scudding noiselessly with heavy sodden loads drop their burdensome weight In lush pastures far below: Storm tossed…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Standing of hair up- an uprising form of hair style, contemporary to the modern thoughts and a proof too to the law of compulsion expressing one’s inability to make neither head nor tail of the next…
By: Natana Vasuki I swim across the blue sky Along with grey old clouds To meet with the fiery red sun That smiles majestically with its rays I sing along with the silvery moon That stays single all night I travel…
By: Adreyo Sen Nights, I am Jane Eyre ready to submit in the warm of silk to Rochester. My Rochester! Once he was Beauty’s beast. I stole him from the undeserving thing. Then he was Jackman as Wolverine. His claws made…
By: Debleena Majumdar The quarterly butterfly meet Has on its agenda, The Judgement day For the wayward way Of the unsocial butterfly. “Aha” says the Butterfly Head Stroking his shiny wings “Present the facts, pray What do the social stats say?…
By: Kousik Adhikari Like an ancient tree you know all the seasons, its colors why it changes in the rain and after the smell of rain-soaked earth spells magic, I have seen you listen rain tickling through its core drops…
By: Kousik Adhikari If you ask me again I shall not be able to answer your queries why the night ceases on earth and million stars hung on the bosom of night and sounding like million bells jingling from cows’…
By: Linda M Crate you always make love or argue, and i hate hearing it all the time reluctant to call the landlord because i want to be a good neighbor my patience is waning thin; it’s hard to concentrate…
By: Linda M Crate you have a way with words like no other piercing my heart with the silver sword of your tongue, and i want nothing more than to sever the offending adam from your mouth; but that is…