By: Charles X. Madruga Drifting through dreams on her bed she whispers a scene through my head and I swear I should’ve died right then when she said – something in my ear, to be honest I didn’t hear a single…
By: Debleena Majumdar He stood alone, At the street corner Selling his wares, Masks of black and grey. They came to buy, Their own masks of pain. Masks that hid what, They could not say. Locked behind Glasspanes of power,…
By: Upasana Sharma My river is mist and smoke. 300 feet deep and 3 kilometers wide, My river, Is a great big miracle. Some number of Lonely dolphins and happy humans have left their souls Stirring under the translucent roots…
By: Sehaj K Maini Something in my heart burned when your arm grazed hers. An accident perhaps, yes. But I can stop not This poison ivy inside of me Killing my judgment day by day, while you roam the streets, ignorant,…
By: Sehaj K Maini Perhaps I am, an enigma Of a certain kind. Maybe it’s my eyes that have seen a little too much. Maybe it’s my floppy hair, that stray in front of them like black velvet curtains sewed…
By: Deeya Bhattacharya You alight, in the very dawn, of love; Far away, from the milky sky, above, Enmeshed, your presence, in my offerings- Cannot bid adieu, but continue, suave, Gentle you go, into my bosom far- Keep pace, with…
By: Deeya Bhattacharya I don’t remember certain things now I don’t need, a tug, at the waistband I wear, while dressing vegetables a breath of cinnamon, at my forehead driving my beads of perspiration while at work The staunch garlic…
By: Kirti Verma Whether you try to hide;But love there in your eyes;You might not be true,But always true your calm eyes;Just like wholesome soul,So live beautiful eyes;Two dazzling little charm,Telling that you don’t defy;Pretty balls following me,I can’t forget…
By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath…
By: Rachael Welch I am a meadowlark, Wandering through the thick oak forest Longing for clearings in the dense brush, so I can Embrace the miniature grasses again. “Tickle my naked feet and shock me sideways!” I exclaim. One leap, Gone….