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…

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….