By: Riley Eleanor When you moved your legs closer to mine Next to me So casually (Under the shade of the tree where I spent my childhood summers) (On the bench where I made my best friend) (In the park that…
By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. The red blue violet lips of this madness they’re doing good service to the black oak growing slowly inside the room, water the leaves of silence as they fall one by one on the once lush…
By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. That you so unsparingly issue In cups of blighting blows Laced with acid the corrosive breathe Of aphids on petals of hope quivering On cusps between one secret longing To another – these sick little…
By: Kirti Verma I just want to hear my heart’s voice, My heart’s voice tells the way of life, That reflects both wrong and right, Gives an opportunity to have a choice, I just want to hear my heart’s voice….
By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia There’s an ant Scuttling towards me Going off in all directions frantically. A note of urgency alluded to by the length of its strides And the acreage it covered The thought of killing it Had crossed…
By: Paulo Lorenzo Garcia “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines,” Said Pablo Neruda. But be that as it may My soul swivels in harsh repose Beneath a scarcely rippled sheet In response to a rhapsody astray A gash in…
By: Ranjeet Sarpal I heard rainfall In the backyard Descending on patterns of loneliness, Broken bottles, Emptied chips packets, Thrown bus tickets Abandoned puppies, Absorbing their fear of being alone , And Stirring memories In the dustbin of existence, Liquidating bricks…
By: Samiya Javed There is something oddly discomforting about a large group of people and their mirth, which seems to be contagious, except, I find myself untouched by it. The epidemic of callous loose talk, and feverish sweeping by of…
By: Aneesha Roy A sad street runs down unhurried by my dull-grey house. It stretches far and wide, dressed in the familiar trappings of charcoal black. It’s worn out in places. It runs along without a destination. It wears a mournful…
By: Leila A. Fortier You are the pause settling into the marrow Of my heart’s beat~ The fabric of a universe upon the Whisper of my own breath~ There is no distance between us In the lapse of time and space~…