I have six fingers on the six strings. Devastated, numb and trembling fingers are grasping for a rhythm, for a pace, but the strings are in mistuned race. Everyone is singing around, and they have a sly gaze on my fingers, urging for a tune, for a tone of divinity, but the fingers are static …
Abstract
The Regretful Ending
by Sarah Soha Splashes of pink, blue, violet painting the heavens Fluffy cottons illuminate, demonstrating the supremacy of the sun. It was time No more u turns Had come too far. Taking a deep breath, I closed my lifeless eyes Flashback of some memories Some colorful; mostly black and whites My eyes no longer holding …
Smile of a Poet’s Wife She sobs at the kitchen
She entered my life with reluctant footsteps but my grin never transformed; She is a blessing, my homemaker, to my otherwise void boat. She sobs at the kitchen yet gloom doesn’t seep into the spice of lamb curry that lies stale on the table surrounded by hungry, empty chairs. when she sobs in the balcony, …
Story of an Afternoon slight slouch of her shoulders
She was crouched over the rug rubbing away at a spot of ash flicked carelessly. The slight slouch of her shoulders when she walks appears as if she is offering herself in surrender. Now, as the burdened shoulders worked mechanically and somewhat in defiant determination, she looked more vulnerable. Satisfied with the near-perfect success she …
Lesson
by Shampad Rahmatullah You cannot say we have not lived, For we have braved the fires of our own. You cannot say we know not loss, For what have we gained if not loss’s trust? Have we not stared Death in its eyes? Hoping against hope we do not blink? Have we not shed tears …
Whitened
by Mushira Habib When I’ll be covered in that white piece of cloth, Will be whitened out of life and pain, I won’t be able to see. ‘Cause my eyes will be covered too! Won’t hear much, as have heard enough in life. Won’t care much, as my term for caring will be over with …
Disturbia
by Golam Rabbani I am revealing my second skin The eternal glee glows With arithmetic rhyme without rhythm My second skin, I touch, I feel, I rise, I scream Still the skin glows. I am revealing my second skin With the Esraaz of A. R. Rahman with the violin of Tchaikovsky I am peeling out …
The Fundamental Truth
by Minu Ahmed The fundamental truth eludes me Tucks itself into the crevices of my mind I search, I search and I search again, Futile attempts, jumps made in vain Soaring, falling and crashing once more. I listen to the harmony of the unspoken words That He tries to say to me, Forgive me Lord, …
