by K.S.Subramanian It was in the tea shop, a two-room thatched shack with scattered Tamil dailies, where several youths found their mojo and showed they belonged there. Their chats always spun around films, their doyen heroes or those who pretended to be so, and certainly politics. Their obsession with the leading […]
Month: February 2023
कुटिल प्रेम
यूं ही तो विश्वास नहीं हो जाता किसी पर …. कितना समय कितनी बातें लगती है विश्वास जमने में… फिर कैसे एक पल में आघात हो जाता उस विश्वास पर … यूं ही तो प्रेम का एहसास नहीं हो जाता.. कितना विश्वास मिन्नत मनुहार लगता इसे लगाने में… फिर कैसे […]
Nostalgia
It’s raining everyone standing on their doorsteps The rhythmic drizzling The smell of soil The soft and cold hands of wind, Which are playing with my face And the birds, Freely flying in the sky Filled my eyes And I, Shut the(my) door. […]
And, for Poem #145…
I’ll whine And criticize My pretty decent life. Hyperbole will temper me, And I’ll write Accusatoringly… Again. ~Caleb Delos-Santos USA
Conversation With Love!
One day love came to me And said What do you want from me? I smiled and replied I want a lingering type of love That expands and secures a future One lesson, One laughter, One kiss At a time. The moment You walked into my life You overwhelmed My […]
Will There Be the Moment?
She draws me closer every time I try to move away, Her eyes look through my heart, Every time I try to avoid them… My silence breaks every time I see her smile… My heart beats fast every time I think of her… Will there be a moment? Will there […]
Love Me Not!
Don’t find whose fault? Love me not! For birds some It’s season to come Winter, rain, or summer Always sun is hot! […]
Neighbour
by Pratik Mitra Little Bittu had long been suspicious of his new neighbour. His parents would make fun of him if he had bared his heart. That was why he confided that to his pet cat Gollu: that neighbour was a monster. Not that the middlle-aged man was exceptionally tall […]
Grave Love
It’s only me that visits the cemetery With the cold winter night (Bare with fully clothed emotions), Frequenting the grave where we buried our love— Yearning for your return (With the warming day by your side), So we could cherish the birth and death— Of what once was yet forever. […]
Stepping Out
by Brian Fox from East Meadow, NY, USA