By: Robert League almost the bullet smashed me almost the world fell on me almost I saw my own death almost I ran the course that would send me flying away to a distant land where I am no more
By: Robert League this wall is ours and we sit on guarding it with warm haunches until scraping spare hands come to take it away and then we have to ask: would we injure or maim for this wall?
By: Zunayet Ahammed Morning dews beckon me To take a lesson from them Gardenias tell me To elongate their relish Far and wide Rain drops call me To take in its savor The ocean voices To feel its magnitude Rivers…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Here we come for fame, for respect, for enjoyment, For amassing a huge amount of money, For belittling men helpless and hapless Not thinking about death. Here moneyed men care nothing Salute nothing Only want all in…
Edmund Burke’s Philosophical Enquiry (1757) brought the sublime closer to experiences of awe, terror and danger. In Burke’s opinion, nature is the most sublime object, capable of generating the strongest sensations in its beholders. This thought is evidenced in the…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb At least one more star will twinkle in the sky just adjacent to heaven, if it is strictly said and effectively heard, ‘’We ought to perceive the two gloves sanctioned to us to move around setting…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Mr. Pikantid is not at all my friend but an eye-protruding wonder to me as he looks quite contented without owning a tail or horns. Maybe, he is blessed and bloomed by someone he worships and…
By: Bejoy The warmth, the smile, the eyes that gently crinkle. The gaze, the haze, no words to mingle. He was there and so was I, Not visible to the sober eye. The blues, the yellows, the shades of innocence. The…
By: Linda M Crate you tell me that you want things to change, but you remain the same; living out your live in the way you always have doing the same thing thinking that the results will be different is…
By: Linda M Crate you talk and talk and talk i think you like the sound of your own voice trying to carry the moment on, but i’m growing weary of the heaviness of your bones; we are but strangers,…