By: Sankara Olama-Yai  Your name is not a crime, Yet why is it whispered When my soul can still hear the thunder My heart screams your name to the luminescent pearl in the sky As if it can hear my regrets…

By: Mohammad Anas A colour, a skin, a hidden musing of an oppressed soul, It is a barrier between the outer world and its ultimate goal, In past,it was a portrayal of art from neolithic cave artist, At present, it is…