By: Shriram S Vyasa should have had a palm the size of fully grown maple leaves. When cupped together, his palms could have had a stunted forest under their penumbra. That is if he had held red soil on the land…
By: Leena Adhvaryu Suffocating in the sky is amorphous this feeling hasn’t found a planet yet. It sleeps with a zillion eyes open in a city gobbled by greed, like an insomniac sleeping in eternity.
By: Linda M Crate damask faces everyone looks at me blankly no one recognizes the girl staring back at them, and i admit i’ve changed since they last have seen me; wrote a few books and had one published— these…
By: Linda M Crate i have no more words for you we’ve dried up you can’t force water from a rock without divine help, and i don’t think our withered friendship is even worth the effort; the blame does not…
By: Linda M Crate my silence to you should speak volumes enough i have no words i wish to say to you i am not your sister we are no longer friends, and the more you try to hold onto…
By: Debleena Majumdar “You are not my friend” She shouts, voice quivering, Eyes firm, tiny hands on her hip. A friend lost for all of one week. Next week they will play again Angry words forgotten, arms linked, But the…
By: Debleena Majumdar That was a beautiful dream You showed me last night. A field of purple stretching, Beneath a sky of gold. And a mist of silver rain. I wanted to stay awhile, To breathe in that dream. But you…
By: James G. Piatt Spring has arrived, it’s no longer cold, The bright sun melted winter’s icy robe. Rills now flow softly in chasms down the hill, Dappled bullfrogs’ are croaking shrill: The bright sun creates colors to behold, I…
By: James G. Piatt After the spring gales have vanished, after the prevailing winds faded into the lead gray horizon, downy white clouds scudding noiselessly with heavy sodden loads drop their burdensome weight In lush pastures far below: Storm tossed…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Standing of hair up- an uprising form of hair style, contemporary to the modern thoughts and a proof too to the law of compulsion expressing one’s inability to make neither head nor tail of the next…