By: Puneet Kumar Kiss Me Like a Secret Fire Tonight just don’t leave meLet me go wildLet me go uncontrolledAnd breathe me into your ear I know it is not easy for youTo control and hold me tightBut tonight I…
By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha In the shadows of penumbra,Lies a world so dark and cold,Where nothingness reigns triumphant,And alienation takes its hold. The bleakness of this existence,Is felt by all who dwell within,A sense of emptiness and nothingness,As though…
By: Ebisike Chinedum Tender shrubs thicken as the rain contends with the earth for space. The shimmers of the stars remain like twinkles until dawn, paving way for the stubborn sun before the wind announces the advent of a storm…
By: Domonique I – gazing into the moonwaiting for speech the floorboards creakwithin & beneath Love & Lust( & pixie dust ) fogs the lone window asthe hounds run wild. from the shadowsmasked men observe unseen hidden from the lightsmiles…
By Onkar Sharma Songs of Raengdailu by Achingliu Kamei is a collection of poems that celebrates the natural beauty of North East India. Kamei abundantly uses vivid imagery and lyrical language to capture the essence of the region’s landscapes, flora,…
By: Jim Bates Dark rain clouds liftingBright sunshine cascadingTranscendental day. Deep woods forest pathLeafy green canopy aboveSleepy shade below. Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Fresh lilacs bloomingLily-of-the-valley tooSpringtime scent so sweet.
By: Abu Siddik The orange sun is peeping throughThe twisted branches,Trucks, buses, and cars are speedingOn the highway The old man by the road is mending the yard—Carrying a bag of white sand, a pail of water,A piece of wood…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.When I was smallat an age unknown,someone told me thatin South Africa,angels were black,not white. In South Africa,they had apartheid as the racial segregation system based on colourwhere black people were not allowed to share facilities with…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Field Trip Before masks and hand gel were commonplace,At a time when Internet was a science fiction trope,School districts chartered buses, bid kids to pack lunches,Sought “wild” adventures at free, public gathering places. One such quest…
By: Sanchari Dasgupta Deranged diagram of domestic violence Body pains and disagreements,shattered glass, pieces lying on the floor,you listen to rock songsand sleep on the bed while I,lie on the sofa curled up in a ballwishing that I lay on…