By: Jason D. DeHart Last night, I dreamed of death – not in some dramatic or kaleidoscopic way, but in a manner I could not see. We were traveling, the family and I, when we somehow got word, so I…
By: Tendai R Mwanaka This people remains downtrodden in their hungers, the emptiness- of their lives. In their victim’s posture! They scrounge for food in the streets. Their children are in the streets. Their women have chosen a moonlight career….
By: Tendai R Mwanaka Aftermaths of garbage tossed about, sewage rotting. Dirty water, empty stomachs, empty lives, empty beings. This garden is a history of thousands of them. Political loose canons living in the exclusive suburbs. But…
Meandering rills around the dales Dense woods without scales Sing of such a Teacher’s summum bonum Who’s boosted courage in life and love in human Stayed fearless in life’s battle-field Fighting with honesty and justice as shield The people were…
By: Neelam Singh Just a simple hug Speaks millions of words Helps ease one’s burden Reduces it to zero Just a simple smile Makes one feel warm inside All tension gone For those who give or receive Peace of mind overflows…
Author and poet Dinesh Gupta ‘Din’ has come out with his latest “Kaise Chand Lafzon Men Saara Pyar Likhun”, a collection of Hindi poetry, shayari, ghazals and songs on muhabbat (love) and romance at The Press Club, Mumbai. The book has…
By: Priya Anand Dead bodies on the road Some prostrate and others still erect Line the ribonned highway to a metropolis Still a tenacious connect to the terra beneath Their ascent to the empyrean terminated by design Excoriated visages and…
By: Ed Krizek In the meadow at the edge of the wood a rabbit lies bleeding. Entrails devoured by a predator. Everything has to eat. At the final moment the little animal’s cries resound across the meadow. Worms and insects…
By: Ed Krizek My mother believed that after she died her spirit would live on forever with those of her lost loved ones. She would watch over me and my sister and hear the words we muttered to her presence…
By: Linda M Crate i fancied you an angel but i was wrong your halo is broken and your wings are black, the song on your lips is the blue lipped death you wish upon all your victims; and i…