By: Robyn Tocker I was playing “I Won’t Say” on the piano when I realized Daddy was dying and I went to bed humming “I Won’t Say” because maybe if I don’t say God will let me keep Daddy for one…
By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh Who is this woman in the mirror that looks back with discern? So what if she had in a life too many heartbreaks for one four roomed heart, why does she look at my beauty with contempt,…
By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh I have forgotten my umbrella; Not that I am irresponsible, I was going insane That was possible, The deafening thump of The hundreds of rain drops, The loud crack of clay, and The timid lightening That cracks…
By: Dane Cobain I am immune to your bad advertisements, Thou ageing hipsters with electronic cigarettes Breeding discontent in board rooms; These days, everything causes cancer, And the joy is finding which silver bullet Is The Ruination. Sometimes I do dumb…
By: Dane Cobain I am so high I see mountains, the smell of crystallised shit is a foetid reminder of the civilisation I used to remember, the tree-lined fields of the one true childhood, gigantic metal spiders which traipse through my…
By: Dane Cobain It’s just line after line in some great drawing multi-dimensional phosphorescence or Alex Connor sculpting crazy visions he saw in drunken haze, Alex Connor drinking barrel hatching crazy plans and schemes; Alex Connor, half dead in hospital beds…
By: Kousik Adhikari I walked into the garden Light decorated the offspring of light, So many flowers inexperienced Before the first rain, first fraud, Innocent breeze playing magic, Enchanting every live, every leave, But some moths waiting for first dream, Patiently…
By: Kousik Adhikari Dear. Charming-Artemis! Urbashi! I have sprinkled all These name-traps To catch your bird like beauty Galloping from twigs to branches, Blazing sword glances Over Adam’s progeny In what furious dance! Men curious from birth Dealing with roses-…
By: Shloka Shankar Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded through Puddles and lost myself in Childhood’s delight;…
By: Shloka Shankar The clock looks at me indignantly And I wonder what I did to upset Time; I’ve whiled away countless minutes Twiddling my thumbs, Or contemplating a lost thought, Or in self-delusion. I’ve had my share of insomnia,…