Rupam Goswami Assam, India A smooth demarcation that profoundly exists between Me and me in real breathings proclaim that’s not claimed, during hours of growth behind the walls of two similar unlike worlds, yet do I see Me in both! How kind to mankind has been man- an insane Me builds me the same, a…
Tag: ENGLISH POEM
Toothpaste
Romi Jain I lifted down the sole toothpaste, discovering it on a stony shelf, whose corners were the growing colony of experienced, strong cobwebs It held systematic and partly disordered things, but all unused, all of use, all packed, intact, except for one– the eraser of dirt on teeth My hands knew their mission the…
The Spark in Disneyland
Rich Murphy 32 Pinecliff Drive Marblehead, MA 01945 At the theme park, the Golden Gates distract the joy-boys from the black boot overhead. Replicas and items salvaged from the fires in Europe stud the hubbub and maintain the rushes in the New World. Adrenaline substitutes for the ongoing once-in-a-lifetime experience. The walking museum pieces from…
Culture Vulture
Rati Agnihotri India There are culture vultures everywhere; eager to bite in the golden dust. Dust no ordinary, it smells of gorgeous cobwebs of ancient civilisations The culture vultures eye the cobwebs First a look Then a kiss And at last a passionate embrace that sets the cobwebs shivering. “Who are these aliens, licking me,…
PASTORALE
Mrs. RanjaniNeriya USA the open window listens to the rowlock’s roulade, yawn of crows in the guava tree, the muscled plank across the stream yawping moodily to early feet; I hear the windlass purr a kittenish wheel, coir hiss a pot gurgle well-deep, the women who dawn busy hanging out the wash on long rejoicing…
The Song I Must Sing
Patrick Connors Toronto, Canada. If I cannot sing the song I must sing I won’t be able to share the blessing Destined to manifest when it is time After testing, faith, and growth make me prime Much great circumstances, it’s so hard to believe Such glad happenstances, who could conceive Pre-existing conditions, nothing to achieve…
Desire to Dream
Mohona Chatterjee, WB, India. – A translation of the poignant Bengali verse Swapno Dekhbo Bole sung by Moushumi Bhowmik. I discerned that you, someday, Strolled miles along the saline sand; I never felt the marine, Never glided in the blue, Never let my eyes rest on the soaring bird. YET again when you delve into…
MY DREAM
Jaydeep Sarangi It’s my dream, My hungry heart can swallow The whole world Of poems and rhymes. I can arrange the dreams Of Indian youth In indigenous ink, A narrative that lay bare to readers. I don’t know how what you feel And what makes you weep. I only reconstruct your stories And flimsy history.
Ingress
Dr Kathryn Hummel University of South Australia Australia I pretend this mirror grants wishes and look back on myself as Alice, with brown hair mussed prettily by insomnia. I wish not to be the reflection, You, holding your boar bristle brush like a potential punishment with your look, somehow, of quality like a closed-heel shoe….
Mirror with a Memory
Antonia Alexandra Klimenko 6 rue Cesar Franck 75015, Paris, France Light enters me from both directions; I cannot look the other way– my eyes—two flashing cameras—are everywhere. Fish float on them; birds and butterflies swim deep in their reflection. The moon flickers under their fixed lens. Now, she is two. Memories ooze from burnt out…