By: Jayashabari Shankar Spotted with yellow and brownI roam the savannah till sundown,I am a tough and strong creature,But they admire only one feature-My long sturdy neck. They come in flocks to my home,Hoping to see me roam,“Ooh” and “aahs”…
By: Anpa Marndi Requiem for the Death of Humanity After asphyxiating all the facts, with chunksof deceptive darkness, you’ve dabbedeveryone’s eyes with black kohl. In the land of the bones—-the numb bodiesthe unrebellious, innocent docile mindsare coffined in the water…
By: Ken W. Simpson Pride The nurses don’t strollthey stride resolutely and proudly. *** Boneyard Welcome to zombielandwhere old crones mingle to die in silence. ### The Treadmill Time is the mediumwe work with a method each day.
By: Kathryn Holeton From Grain to Fruit The sweet, fresh air lingers on open fingertipsGently caressing, gently raisingGiving birth to words from open lipsBringing in dark clouds laden with rainLike a captain to his ship-with the purpose of growing fruit…
By: Christian Ward Cuttlefish We wear the ocean for haute couturebut have upside down McDonald’s archesfor eyes in an unexpected show of humility.Misunderstood? You bet. We feed budgieswith the bones of our dead but few understandour enjoyment of aquatic flight,…
By: Erik Priedkalns The Nap I woke up from a dreamy nap.Not beautiful dreamy,but a slashing scene withshortness of breath, sweat drenched face,heart scooping sadness.I saw the boys when they were young,heard their blind faith chatter,relived the time before the…
By: Paarmita Vedi Grandma and the Memories of Octobers A dense foliage of five auburn OctobersSpecked with dirty honey-brown nuts.On and Within.Daadi picks them up in her straw basket.Her soft dimpled feet kiss the lush crimson leaves.Leaves in sinful scarlet…
By: Haleema Dalhat I want to marry a poetTo be seduced by his penTo cuddle in the ocean of his inkA romantic life well imaginedLife forever with a poet I want to marry a poetWho can turn my sadness to…
By: Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein Spirit Oh my loveWith your love free my body and soulFrom Fetters.In your festival lights of loveOf this universe,I am a mere earthen lamp.Oh love,Add to it in the flame.The sparkling eternal flame of you…
By: Raj Ratan Mala Chrysanthemums On Her Grave Spine made up of porcelain tucked under a corset dressLipstick overlined for a DIY smile – a womanly drug to cure distress,“Tuck a chrysanthemum behind your ears, that’s the king’s favourite”Her nectar…