By: Neelam Dadhwal Absorbed in echoes of moonlight reflecting on calm waters, serenading in cosmic universe full of tornadoes, tidal waves rushing to me. The moon among palm leaves, among clouds, emerges in shades leaving me to interpolate rightly something unachievable…
By: G David Schwartz I’ve torn apart the laughter To let you go trembling after But I guess you didn’t know I didn’t want you to go And thought you went silently You didn’t even think of me If that’s…
By: Taslima Nasrin Translated by: Kousik Adhikari You look like that village On whose sky no sun rises, Only scarecrow clouds gather, Even the moon hides It’s burned face, Trees naked like old pros- No flower blossoms anywhere, In the advent…
By: Binoy Mazumdar Translated by: Kousik Adhikari Like walking With an invaluable jewel near A tension makes me pained always, I hear different flowers are there, But bathing in ocean of a person Having cuts, fear shadows my mind, Thinking where…
By: Linda M. Crate when there’s thunder there’s lightening and always a surplus of rain colder than moon silver to kiss me with the stain of his melancholy or rage; wiping smiles so easily away as if they were constructed by…
By: Linda M. Crate maybe it’s your loss but it feels like mine all i know is we are meant to be together intuition, i guess; as the grass knows to grow and dew knows to fall birds to…
By: Adreyo Sen You don’t need to look away till you realize she has your sister’s eyes. It’s the blackened, tear-smothered, matted-haired, haggard smell of your sister’s shame that follows you slyly as you drive by. ******** [Adreyo Sen,…
By: Adreyo Sen It rained. My living room smelt of the damp. The flowers were trapped in their silences. Outside the living room that was the street was destroyed. The gathered came away. The kettle was locked back up. The children…
By: Kousik Adhikari You came running Splashing your eyes, Covering your face With the blue handkerchief Of some unheard design, Reminding me of the earth Out of black hole, ‘Oh! Can’t you hear me?’ It was a terrible afternoon At southern…
By: Kousik Adhikari I used to say often ‘There’s no dream for us’, You bend your ivory face With a half serious smile, The room is a world With finer walls and no common Windows, did we know then? It…