Foetus

let the velvet shade of twilight’s touch melt into the oblivion of darkness’ greedy palms tonight, for the restless recipient acknowledges
 that it is only a conditional gift of time and that this gift is to be reimbursed when the unfolding commences, like a hatching shell which begets the birth of an unprecedented dawn… as …

The Truth

By Sarah Soha I followed the silhouette into the dark wilderness Winking every now and then were the fireflies She ran fast, her long raven hair trailing close. The moon betrayed her as it rained light upon her beautiful face. “I found you now”, screamed I The corners of my lips curling up. She was …

Footsteps

by Anachan FOOTSTEPS We come across many people in our life, Some makes us cry, some makes us laugh all the time. Some stays forever, some stays just for a while, Some makes us realize the value of a sweet smile. Some makes us dream about a very different life, And without even warning us …

Sapphire

By Aurin Shaila Nusrat Sun has gone crimson and sycamores have stopped to burn Sycamores, tossing in glee; hundreds of trees, thousand years old, straddle the road. Road that I racing west, Driving against memories. Memories, swaying like breeze, collide my car, vintage sapphire. The way never slithers and swirls, it just goes straight, under …

An Unnoticed Kite

BY KOHINUR KHYUM TITHILA That day, The sky was bright and blue, The meadow was full of happy children. They gathered to fly kites Blue,red,green,pink Colorful the kites were! Happy,free children And their kites. The sky was bright and azure, But I saw what one kite saw To her, the sky seemed gray forever. Then …

Monsoon Love

By Shashank Kushwaha i catch our sky’s caravan; fervently in wait; breezes poignant passing through; a heaven’s cloudy gate. i see the greys of solace lie; holding breath as if; until her love starts flowing on; stony mountains stiff. i catch the thunder in her hair; in brittle frames of rain; on grassy carpets soggy …

Memoir

Memoir; the blur of memories, an excerpt of reality, that existence which remains, in the depth of time related; Recoil; A dejavu in motion; we pass on through them, time and time again, feeling and seeing, the outlines of life, olden and distraught; Like a shot; in the darkness of life; stricken with shock, that …

Eulogy

By Maliha Mohsin One day, we will carve the rocks of the Earth, mark the smoothness of the snow that carpets the highest lands and kisses the heavens, and rub the moist dirt of the bountiful nature with tales- tales of the adventures that will dictate our lives, that will smudge the stiches holding our …