Neha Singh Assistant professor of English Mata Sundri College, Delhi University. Of all the blooms that decked the pews, so splendid in their vibrant hues, the fragrant rose buds caught most eyes, holding the promise of long lives. Yet outside on the dusty road, there lay a rose bud dirt-cloaked, and hurrying feet to its…
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Farewell
N. M. Leepsa & Shailendra Kumar Small hands of watch that covers the vast Like winking of the eyes, time travels so fast Gone are the lives like a thing fragile Friends’ chuckles laughter and smile Creeping into heart the love’s essence Will echo in the ears for the mile distance Running into orchard in…
Quest of the busy modern-man
Sackcloth and Ashes
Debasmita Ganguly A bloated throat wake me up this morning Some uncanny resonance with a flash Mephistopheles at your doorstep. Oh, Faustus! Leave those scattered contention, Remnants you found within Wriggle your path by those thick evenings Those penetrating rumination, Those affable agonies vaccinated into my soul “I hate life being caged”, you said. Oh,…
Surfing Silence
Kamla Das’s Poetry: Journey from Body to Soul
Dr. Vivek Dube Assistant Professor, Humanities Jawaharlal Institute of Technology, Borawan, District Khargone (M.P.) Kamla Das is regarded as one of the most prominent writers of Feminine sensibility. As a singer of feminine sensibility she started writing poetry on the themes of love and lust. This theme persists from one poem to another due to…
time
Tendai R Mwanaka Chitungwiza, Zimbabwe Desire names this place possessive about panic like a shadow of time. Prone to heart’s murmurs shift shapes of desires wagging through this time. Storing this time like sunshine into our own skins. Our eyes pressed to the keyholes of our lives. Time runs down our spines like a shiver….
Moment of Transition
Tejaswini Kale Maharashtra,India. Little crystals of sugar exploding like mini-bombs in the boiling kettle full of water. It’s havoc down there with explosions every minute white souls reducing to nothing, mixing in the colourless liquid. It’s evening, around five the sun about to bid goodbye leaving behind an orange glow sugary sweet like the tea…
Lost Truths
George L Stein, Indiana, USA It’s in the spontaneity of the wind when the tree, reluctant, bares it’s soul branches dance and leaves spin especially under extorts of fall there are no physics to this gift no predictive elements to seize the black frame glasses come tumbling off madam librarian awkwardly falls away oh, how…
On The Beach
Gerald Solomon USA That crazy storm we had last week broke roofs, broke our tree, took two young boys out to sea. Now needing to be sensible, some say all kinds of help are free. Thinking. Divining divinity. Could we have got it more wrong? Invention, mother of necessity. Truth, Houdini of meaning, questionable, if…