By: Shloka Shankar There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I stand as my lone self; Something was between…
By: April Mae M. Berza Intoxicated with the words evaporating from your lips, I surrender to the innocent passion throbbing inside my chest to unearth the treasure. Silence imprisoned me for a moment until I lose all the fears, my senses…
By: April Mae M. Berza like a falling debris from a construction site slowly committing suicide as it touches the ground, again I looked up to witness how words magnetized the tongue to remain silent as if under oath, the oath…
By: April Mae M. Berza A psychologist asked me my dream last night. I never told her about you, that you colonized my subconscious, paralyzing me until I wake up. I surrender to the idiopathic pain when I realize you are…
By: Adesina Dolapo Faraway in an unknown Unknown distant land Land she sleeps And wakes all alone All alone she lives Lives and waits Waits for me to come Waits for me to come Come take her to be mine….
By: Elancharan Gunasekaran Candles lit on waxed parapets Flame tips align Piercing the night skies Holding the heavens in place For, The show is about to begin Sneaking a peak She rotates gracefully Facing the spotlight The moon basks In glamour…
By: Rati Agnihotri To get fascinated By the morbid details of other peoples’ lives To locate art In the slip discs of a chaotic composition To whisper stranger, stranger In the middle of the night And then paint all night…
By: Rati Agnihotri Please Crack the moon-whip Please No Under surveillance humanity But as i say Please crack the moon-ship Shhh, the priests sitting outside the graveyard are listening And the moon is shifting its gaze to your side of…
By: Rati Agnihotri Write on me in ink the deep blue language of moon famed silt and then print on me in ink those defamed chunks of moon mad memoirs . Look at me in ink The deep red ink…
By: Sneha Subramanian Kanta Sometimes stagnant ink dries; And at others the paper is crumpled. His eyes have stopped speaking now for long Yet silences move across nudging distances unsaid. Brinks of a brown coloured table Hold two candles on a…