By Mark Antony Rossi I did not mean to steal it. I have always regarded the place with the reverence of a church. But once I got an audiocassette of the narrated version of Huxley’s “Brave New World” from the local public library I never returned it. I meant no […]
Month: July 2018
Happiness
The dancing swan on the lake Splashing water fascinates me Reflection showing equal and Opposite reaction also attracts me I see my own image as a butterfly, Flitting around from flower to flower Also as peacock with its open plumes Prancing gloriously in rain shower The laughter that’s manifest With […]
One Morning at Khwai
Heard a lot about her Khwai the river In textbooks of my childhood She came and stood Before me Like a fairy After some twenty years and ten Reached her when Saw her like a timid one, little and inconspicuous Nothing like those I have seen at Dooars, Or at other […]
That-A-Boy
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
Candle March
By Shobha Diwakar Rapes and candle march seem to have become synonymous terms. Who are the gallant young men who organize these dramatic rallies and profess to shed unshed tears for those innocent babes who lose their life and struggle to survive amidst propaganda? Young schoolchildren who probably do not […]
Not a Haiku
A young woman gave me a smile it was enough enough to do another day with hope in this big heart of mine […]
A Drop on Fire
Dr. Piyu Deo Mahant from Bhopal, India
Ballad Of Lost Dreams
I sing you now the Ballad of lost Dreams, of men in search of their identity. I sing you now the Ballad of how to be a man of love and true belief, a man of hope and of power, bringing gold into a world of iron. I sing you […]
Rothko
I sat in that Rothko chapel and I knew I was as close to God as I could ever get the closest to seeing him through those paintings of nothingness the deafening sound of silence time almost stopping god has no need of time and through those paintings I could […]
A Ride Inside
Yeah! The best ride I witnessed in my life. I’m inside me and it tingles me. Whatever I do to myself, I’ll feel it myself. I entered through a round gate and got swallowed by me. It’s dark inside and I cannot see a thing. A trek to the intellect […]