By: Pijush Kanti Deb Above in the sky blue renovates itself in a dark color and on the land my dreamy eyes are shown the merciless back of my love proceeding towards a new mirror renovating herself with a fresh…
By Pijush Kanti Deb Once I had a great abhorrence of my mirror- standing in my dark room, knowing only to reflect my bowing lonesome image down to a gloomy star oiling it to smile at me and my days…
By: Chuck Orloski Unthinkable that aged Looking Glass would be banished onto a reservation where, upon grim encounter, Colonel John Campbell promised him, “You will mercifully die of old age instead of musket rounds to the head!” Medicine Man never wrote…
By: Linda M Crate the leaves are gold, orange, and red; i stand watching as autumn blooms cars whiz by no one notices the beauty of fall dances around me all her colors and all her beauty; they’re all caught…
By: Linda M Crate sometimes i wonder if i’ll be waiting my entire life in anticipation for the first day of my life we exist, but sometimes we forget to live; i refuse to become like you always suspended in…
By: Linda M Crate you tore my ego to shreds threw me to the wolves i came back their leader, and you told me once that you were a wolf; so maybe it’s time you give me that apology i…
By: Zunayet Ahammed When I’m free and nothing to do I delight in recollecting your name More than seven times Defeating a school boy’s passion for his sweetheart. In watching TV if I feel uninterested I recall your reminiscences quietly…
By: Ananya S Guha And I will raise a hundred flowers For a hundred deaths And the hunt of life time The rivers are plenty Corpses will float And ghats will mourn For a hundred burials And a hundred causes And…
By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made…
By: Sunil Sharma On a rough day, When the strong winds Erupt suddenly— Like some angry arguments Festering behind smiles, In the curtained homes; Distant memories, Dormant, Now— Resurfacing again, In ferocious rooms, Over the steaming herbal tea Served in…