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…

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…