There. There are those spiritually hungry who should be left alone to be allowed to suffer and fight for the self their way and not become colonised objects of pity in the news or tomorrows anthropological thesis. There are those…
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Crystal
by Zahraa’ Khaki Whirlspinandareachnotbreathing In cosmic Sepulchral arcs, Sienna tinged paint And ears falling to the ground. My Van Gogh? You whispered Enjambed as you were In my greatest sequence A smile flickered softly- Candle flame burnt By your…
Luckiest Man
by Chestlyn Draghoender I remember the day I glanced at her. She was young Yet mature for her age. She went for a walk. I followed my beauty, Caught up with her, Greeted her with charm and confidence. The response…
Absolute happiness
by TS Hidalgo I tore the corners of an envelope on the day of my childhood something like exultant and cathedrals, shields, even masters in black came out of it (and this is something I do not remember if…
Two Poems by Chandramohan S
When cops come to frisk you 1. Batting an eye lid In the midst of an excruciating questionnaire Could be a tad too immodest. 2. He could try mock intimidating techniques Like the cacophony of revving a car Engine with…