Meadow
Aadya Kumar (Age 10 years) The shining bright day-end, notes of music from feathered friends. Flowers sway in the… Read More »Meadow
Aadya Kumar (Age 10 years) The shining bright day-end, notes of music from feathered friends. Flowers sway in the… Read More »Meadow
Ajmira Khatun I painted a desert with pregnant eyes, feelings gently blown from my heart to yours. My… Read More »My heart’s mirage
Priyanka Adhikary The constellation stars revealed its beaming nature to my soul I was walking through the blue hallowed… Read More »Quantum Leap
John RC Potter Pea. Green. With. Envy.… Read More »Pea Green
Frederick Pollack It accumulates in corners and on the tops of frames. (Minimalist prints, the style that recalls one… Read More »The Problem of Wasted Time
Nishi Pulugurtha The pale yellowish white ball of fire It’s colour all dimmed As it struggled for the past… Read More »After the Rain
Mallika Bhaumik It’s almost dawn, the day yawns and stretches out of its shell, the sky – a split… Read More »Walking on the trail of a nocturnal love poem
Aswathy Balachandran My body weighed a million ton until you set free that age-old dried up stream waiting to… Read More »Forgotten Dream
Sheila Murphy Maybe wait awhile before disclosing your sexual identity. Semaphore overtakes bountiful drapes. A ship shape wardrobe imbues… Read More »Monday Pantoum
Ruma Chakraborty There runs a river outside my window Where I sit, not because I like it, But out… Read More »Submerged