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Poem: The Glamorous Eyes

By: Pijush Kanti Deb A single glance of the glamorous eyes reaps thousands of magical hands on my barren land and as it is expected the seven wonders get tarnished as quick as they can with the furnish of the…

Poem: The Old was Gold

By: Pijush Kanti Deb When history started its moving towards light Everything was just like The earth’s revolution around the sun Throwing No seed of controversy No greed for interchange And no misdeed of superiority or inferiority complex As someone…

Poem: Tongues of Low Energy and Little Marco

By: Chuck Orloski Down on your knees American voters! Trump and the K.K.K. must be beaten and from Salt Lake City, Mitt Romney has launched Low Energy and Little Mario, two Hydro-Anemic Bombs designed to destroy Japs, Cossacks, Mooslims, and Dixie…

Poem: dancing fae

By: Linda M Crate i sat in the dandelions dreaming, and i began to see them: the crows; i read somewhere once that crows follow those who attract the fae, and i wonder if you weren’t sighing and flying and…

Poem: fae king

By: Linda M Crate i felt you there when i sang dancing in the creek avoiding the beaks of hungry crows you danced in the sunlight streams and beckoned to me with your gold, and i felt your wings dance…

Poems: Globe & Tunnel

By: Joker Ragtag Globe the globe is not so round as one might think rather flat in places rising and falling where we can easily taste it differences not so great after all. Tunnel I do not know the way the…

Poem: Wax 

By: Chaitali Gawade I mould myself to the needs of the moment as the warmth spreads through me, shaping myself against the contours I am poured in. I melt. The thread immersed in me is rough so I soften it. A…

Poem: Lady Red

By: Chaitali Gawade  Lady Red’s eyes were lemon green, the colour of the dinosaur shape soap I use every day. She went with me to play school, to the park, to the dining table and even to bed. A perpetual silly…

Poem: Happiness

By: Zunayet Ahammed After happiness Comes sadness When sadness exists The past essence of happiness Brings nothing, imparts nothing Except intensifying sadness Everything then seems murky Dreams find no ways Desire shrivels The whiff of kamani appears meaningless The floating beauty…

Poem: Love

By: Zunayet Ahammed Love means You And me Love means always To feel each other madly Love means longing for Each other sitting side by side Love means to walk In the spring water Below the hills at sunset Love means…