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…

By: Mahadev Saha Translated By: Zunayet Ahammed I’ve been walking all my life I’m busy running all the time With the busy job of her family She’s given me a concept of work in my spirit She’s taught me love,…

By: Mahadev Saha Translated by: Zunayet Ahammed If I don’t compose any verse today, A fair morning may not visit your home tomorrow No Jasmine or Sheuli or Bakul will bloom in a pique. Maybe, the sky veils its face…

By: Puja Devanand Her days are numbered Working itself backwards There will be an end Someday Is it worse, not knowing at all Or knowing when?   Would she dare fall in love? Worm her way into a healthy heart…

By: Puja Devanand Staring Waiting for inspiration to flash Jaded celebrations hang above my head The past year is no more than a lingering memory Most learnt nothing new at all Some tried, but such noble endeavours rarely succeed So…

By: Niles Reddick Mother’s Day is a game I play once a year that I will never win, but I still play it. I’ll send her a card, maybe some flowers, and I’ll make the call to see how it’s going….

By: Ramprasath In one of those cold snowy midnights, one of the many hundred computers in the Ohio-based space observatory picked up a narrow-band radio signal that was nothing less that the Wow signal that was gotten way back in…

By: Neelam Singh One day I will look back and see The moments I have been through The pangs of being in love Oh the times of youth! The married life agonies The emotional terror The duty of a submissive…