September 2012 Chill air in the wind, September night I could feel the presence of winter as she waits far away to arrive Leaves will be shedding soon Trees will become leafless and nude They will make ready themselves against the fury of the hoary white bride September 2012 You will be soon gone and …
Ballarat
by Anika Karim Service to sever And dismember; To disremember you Who live within me Nestless in my restless lore Of yesteryear… To delirious highs Of solemn castrati harmonizing civilizations, This story cares naught for thirsty stratospheres Or greedy mummies Of lovelorn false Friars. For the heroine lives within your frozen “Horror movie perfection” …
The good street boy
“The days of that week were not going well, my parents were arguing together a lot in that week’s each and every day but I didn’t know why they were doing that. I heard that my father was angry and his wish to send me to work instead of study to save a labor’s payment. …
Hold still
Hold Still Hold still Be calm Let me make love to you as the sun turn and the moon unfurl Be still Hold your tongue Let our lips meet Let our flesh fill us with fun Summery summer has gone haywire So is the wheel of the hub Where the heart of Universe invite us …
Undersized limbs
by Sumaiya Ahsan Bushra I opened my eyes to sunshine beauty I found myself in the warmth of love I opened my eyes to truth infinity I raised a finger to feel what she was made of! I had played in the Garden of Eden As I vaguely recall the day I had …
Bangladesh
Bangladesh Bangladesh The mango-trees in monsoon-rain Lily lilac in sun-lit flame Green meadow Paddy-fields-prem Innocence roam around Beauty bathes Under the beauteous moonlit lake Bangladesh Miss your walk through the silent maze Misty morning Lotus-dame Ekusey Book Fair Evening congregation under the ages-old, ancient oak, banyan and mahogany trees, trails– The Royal Bengal The hilsha, …
Willow
Willow Willow weep Willow weep Seven seas sway and sweep the watery grief of the wavy wisp Woods woebegone Silver spring The Savannah lay stretched and smooth as the scorching sun of the summer stream down the heat of the summery noon O my willow Weep no more I’ve come to comfort you I’ve come …
The Last Refugee
A poem by Shehzar Doja(Bangladesh) and Aleksandra Spaseska (Macedonia) I And here We stand on the edge of Man’s eye, weathered shoulders upon wearier shoulders, the last of Us, remnants of a cold decaying Truth. II Where art thou, Brother? Quo vadis, Brother? left me shattered, spited, sprained, torn apart from mother’s dew silenced was …
FADING AWAY….
The gusty wind shakes up my small universe just the way it shakes up the world around. First shower of the year brings with it the joy of looking at the little kids tasting the ecstasy of the rain; the delight of dancing in the muddy puddle, the water cleansing away the filthy soul with …
Eastwooding!
Eastwooding! Eastwooding at the RNC‘s west wing Why Clint is talking to a chair that has no meaning?! What does it matter who is who, what is him, his? Forget about all the damned political polarization for one minute Look at your left and right Look up and down Look from all sides Who you …
