By Ramprasath Rengasamy When it is time to prove myself before a bevy of cruel men who involve in all sorts of crimes and trafficking that are known to this world, I don’t go to my bedroom, gently close the…

By: Raymond Greiner Rivers quench the thirst of terrestrial life dating to early historic times. These rivers represent calendars through geological tracks in an affirmation of their bond with our planet’s evolutionary journey. Earth’s lonely orbit of a small Sun…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Words too dark in shadows of light Words with meaning, words screaming Quiet words, almost whispering Gently ink touches the parchment Light of a candle, ink and quill Writing throughout the night Thoughts flowing No time…

By Ramprasath Rengasamy If it was not Yves Rossy in 2006, to fly in the sky using a jet pack on his back; It would have been Adam Thorp, a 55 years old, 6 foot tall and weighing 70 kilogram…

By: Linda M Crate the menacing beak of krakens is what i wish for them a monster they cannot run from, a god unforgiving and cruel as they are; sating his hunger with their bodies and their blood so we…

By: Linda M Crate everything is crumbling so sick of life and death being treated as a game i don’t want to sit on the sidelines as everyone and everything i love fades and dies away they need to stop…

By: Linda M Crate i am sick of living in constant fear of everyone threatening the end of the world i want to live not simply exist, and i want to achieve my dreams just because they’ve given up on…

By: Gaither Stewart A civilization reveals itself as fruitful by its ability to incite others to imitate it: when it no longer dazzles them, it is reduced to a mere collection of odds and ends and vestiges of former worldly…

By: Balu George It is nearing Christmas, And the café is decked, With light and balloons. A Christmas tree stands at a corner, And the stray which considers the café its home, Lies under the tree. A bunch of college…

By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve left my handkerchief in a distant forest to wipe tree’s grief. Can you remember me, foolish deer? Crazy girl, is there anybody that ever gets wet in this foreign land? You had…