By: Shilpa Jayshankar   It was a pleasant morning, I boarded a bus in Banshankari and sat glued to the window next to my seat. The pleasant weather and my mood made me switch on the music on my mobile almost…

By: Leena A formlessness scatters on the night sky; that spreads its embrace over obscure spaces, over earth, over water, over air, behind a veil of silence.

By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms.

By: Gaither Stewart The new heaven and the new earth. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. -Revelation: 21:5. The…

By: Changming Yuan It rains a lot in Vancouver Often does this rain remind me of The days when you sojourned here With my family, after Father left all of us While walking in the rain, you would Recall, under my…

By: Changming Yuan You are really haunted by this letter Yes, since it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem…

By: Changming Yuan Is definitely not An indefinitely big orange But we have cut it Into regular slices of carpels So thin and so tiny We can no longer get the taste of Its shiny flesh, nor can we See its…

By: Badri Suwecele   I dive down into the depths of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. I’ll no more sail from harbor to harbor in storms. Now I desire most to be where…

By: Badri Suwecele Above the domes and roofs of Mumbai, India, and over the Arabian Sea, at sunset, one sees cloud streams of golden-ruby in the air, hot pigeons fluttering, far off from cold Tibet. One hears amidst the heavy evening…

By: Ranjeet Sarpal A love affair that Begins as a gossip Has more chances To survive In the jungle of emotions Than An unexposed love affair Running the risk of being suffocated in Its own cocoon of secrecy Like a…