They say it’s yet to peak. The horror, the pestilence, and the city’s collective shriek. A wanton, unhinged sigh surrounds my quiet neighborhood, leaping from this nook and that corner waiting to be misunderstood. No, it’s not the mourning yet. […]
“The moment I came to know about my pregnancy, the writer in me Panicked”, these lines touched my core. Elif Shafaq, one of the most celebrated female Turkish writers in her book “Black Milk”, has weaved magic with words. Everyone […]
1. She turns the shower on, adjusting the hot and cold knobs, calling them the sun and the moon, eager to bathe in their perfect alchemy, the warm liquid pouring over her head in pure sensory respite, the soothing fountain […]
1. You wave au revoir on a brand new January morning as my taxi circles past your walled face. I leave wondering if you treasure me at all, if you hurt for my presence in the dead of the night […]
Russel Micnhimer has been writing poetry for forty five years while working at a variety of jobs and travelling throughout the world pursuing his interests in archaeology and rock art. His poetry has appeared in various journals and anthologies including […]
After leaving her husband at the hospital she neither stop to search for Orion’s belt nor turned her head toward the accelerated clicking on her back, dark with night. A single dimmed light clouded by a few rain-drops shone on […]
Walking down the aisle I look completely fine Though, it’s difficult to tell Actually, I’m dying inside I’m lost in my own trap No idea, where am I heading in this futile world of crap. My identity is what I […]
You almost kill her everyday And revive her again To live with her pain And yours You sedate her Only because her screams shatter your ears With the agony of years Reduced to a mere whimper The screams are soothing like a needy prayer To the god that you want to be The next best thing To bringing her to her knees You don’t let her breathe on her own For free air has a way to go to one’s head And the word freedom makes you see red There are days When you nudge her awake Just enough For her to show you some love And put her back Before she starts to fake It must be expensive for you To keep her like this And to do everything for her Everything And to convince yourself that she is happy Comatose, lying in a bed, breathing on the machine, smiling when you want her to Almost angelic in that blue Ever thought of taking the goddess off the ventilator?
In the moonlight, when none is in sight I would like you to, open up and be light Walking down the green meadow and endless forests I want me to be the solace of your eyes I am well aware […]
Master Dyer Abdul Rashid is more than 80 years old devout man and his most precious possession is a holy book. Like most other holy books, it is frayed from a lifetime of daily use, its fragile pages held together […]
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