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Poetry

Touching

While hiking in the wild I picked it up on the trail Hard like a diamond Sleek like a mirror

Poetry

The Man Who Wrote Words in the Dust

Spent his life hunched over, carving symbols with a bleeding hand. Every night the same dream – an open sky and a doorway with no key.

Poetry

Ode to a Pineapple

Shed of weight, it weeps gently, the air suffused with fermenting sweetness. Cut further along its flanks, following its contour, in diagonal cuts blinding its many eyes, one by one.

Poetry

From This Side of The Border

Dawn is still far away, beyond the wire-meshed fence in another country, another world.

Poetry

In Commiseration

Poetry you suffer at the hands of pimps and yet you blush to the delight of your true loves

Poetry

Troubled Sleep

is it when eyes droop red and lactic acid does bleed in your veins no blood is left that you be a beast?

Poetry

Lost Times

On walls I paste, whose colors decline, ‘Wanted’ posters for those lost times!

Poetry

Our Belongings

I keep your belongings, Our belongings; safe; For the day we will reconcile

Poetry

Earth Woman

And thus it was that the Earth made light Shine where it had been forever dark.

Poetry

Searching for Seamus

… in a warm July you lay Christened and smiling … While I, a guest in your green court, At a West window sat and…

Poetry

The Soul of Blithe

That night, the veil of clouds; Torn by a streak of lightening Led once to the arrival Of that infant so born, To face the…

Poetry

Multiverse

Stretched between wakefulness and oblivion; identity’s rebellion and sleep’s persuasion; I fiddled with the bitter cold star inside me. Dead star with dead dreams at its core….

Poetry

Orange

a few meters away the church bells ring and earthen lamps light a prayer for a son daughters don’t get burial in this land

Poetry

Reminiscence

He remembered his father’s face, Grey eyes, with a cold gaze, His mother’s proud stance, As she threw him a final glance.

Poetry

Hormones

Your memories will give me dull heartaches, but that’s so much better than the shimmering agony

Poetry

Silent Night, Holy Night

We fold mistakes like clothes, keeping them alive for another day. Errors turn into kettle-fossils.

Poetry

L-I-F-E I-S A C-L-I-M-B

Roshni Menon shares a poem that is also an acrostic reflecting on life.

Poetry

Remember that Boy

Remember his eyes, that lacked in shine Remember his dreams, that were broken with time.

Poetry

Prison

The same source of light guides the ship with its glow, But has wrecked our boat with one big blow.

Poetry

Falling for a Friend

She whispered to me, her abysmal desires, Her mysteries, her secrets, her fire, her dire.