Poetry
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…
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Poetry
By: John Wells From the car’s window we look toward a quietude of lightning in the faraway, lightening once in a while, the way fireworks illuminate our decline into the whatever awaiting— the radio full of familiarity, soft and slow, twilight…
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Fiction
By: Charles Rose I don’t want to be at this party. Let’s get that clear from the start. Okay? Too many bad things can happen. And usually do. Laughter turns to blood in no time. I know. I’ve seen it…
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Poetry
By: Ranjeet Sarpal Effervescence of despair Too pretentious to camouflage its manifestations . Wrinkled face Like over marked page Reluctant smile Like that of a scared girl in a matrimonial picture Miscalculated sighs Like an amateur mathematician And sinking eye…
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Poetry
By: Basit Olatunji Recurring phases, varying faces funny sights, humorous scenes soul-battering banters, nerve-racking manners beautiful cackles, ugly tackles Everything! Still fresh in my macro memory like a morning dew on sprouting fresh foliage at a foggy waking dawn I remember…
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Poetry
By: Basit Olatunji ( for everyone in dire need ) If one has for once experienced a twinkle moment of bondage or has had a little taste of shortage or boredom sticks to one like an overbearing bed bug one…
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Poetry
By: Sam Rapth I gave you a secret message and little later you came to my car… We both settled in back seats… You hurried me up and I quickly opened your blouse to reveal the worlds… The worlds were two……
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Poetry
By: Sam Rapth It was in those moments when your palm quickly drifted from under his, that I entered the room… In an unpredictable fraction of a second I actually had seen it But pretended not to notice… I did not…
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Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i don’t know why it took me so much longer for me to recover over you when you forgot about me once i was out of sight and out of mind, and i don’t know why…
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Poetry
By: Linda M Crate you are a lotus clinging to the water some desperate hymn of color that copies some forgotten symphony of sunset insisting that you’re original, and you can fool some people sometimes; but i’m too clever to…
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