I long for a tender touch the one that titillates clouds to burst into raindrops changes the contour of parched earth transforms brooks to pregnant rivers I vie for such a subtle touch that nurses my parched lips heals my wounds and scars makes me feel cosy to start […]
Month: November 2020
Constantly
Every sound of footfall Every knock at the door Brings a wishful thinking to Fill my innermost core Then the sound dies down And so does my desire There is no respite from the Constantly burning fire A fire of yearning for you, Craving and expectation, That this […]
The Gift of Seasons
The leaves painted brown naturally. The forest floor carpeted dry, Leaves fallen hither and thither. Trees standing tall, with naked grasses, Struggling with last fraction of freshness, Remaining nature heeds the call of Autumn. The clear blue sky gives hope of clarity, Warmth is all we cry for intensity, Heat […]
Gopala
By Aadinath Sastry from Bhubaneswar, India
A Salute
In this narcissistic world, people sempre salute the aurora or dayspring, But I always doff my hat to the sundown, gloaming. Because every rise has a fall. […]
Mother’s Love
There was a time, when a lot of mothers stayed at home and there were home chores to be finished at that period. The time was different and circumstances were unique, but now it’s as if there is something missing somewhere. Today’s mothers pick and drop her kids […]
A Ballad to the Uncelebrated Hero of the Mahabharat
He lay sprawled upon the crimson earth Like a lotus floating atop a scarlet stream. His eyes closed; He sleeps amidst a red field of flowers Swathing endlessly, A stretch of rough land. The depressing chilly moon Beckons wolves and jackals forth. To ravage and to denude; they leap. But […]
AUTUMNAL GLORY
~ BY BABY KATTACKAL Kerala, India SEASONS ARE THE DIFFERENT SCENES, IN THE NATURE’S DRAMA, AUTUMN BEING THE THIRD, IS SIGNIFICANT IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. THIRD IS SIGNIFICANT, THAT IT RECEIVES THE PROTECTION OF THE TRINITY, SO SAY THE BELIEVERS. BUT AUTUMN IS SIGNIFICANT OTHERWISE, TO A […]
Funeral Home
By Terence Wynne from Camillus, NY, USA
Bhutan Speaks, Leave Me Alone
I am sandwiched between two giants, India and China on my sides, I am smaller than your single district still you pose your evil eyes, No history recorded ever, I am neither conquered nor colonized, In my shoulder Doklam your standoffs lasted for 73 days, simply to show your might. […]