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1. The Spot In my heart there was a spot where we stood where I stand, still. And flowers that grew there have withered and died around me, when the seasons changed. I miss them, and for this, I waited there, for yet another spring. When spring came, and while they grew again – dancing …
“I…love…you”, and I loved you too. Your sound, a sweet voice, excited, so happy I’ve come around. Moans, groans and changing tones through a day, later arguing, shouting, swearing, the good times didn’t stay. Your Chanel perfume, I think that I can still smell, And the over-cooked lasagne, you thought I couldn’t tell. Left the …
By Shruti Parija Snap went the bond that begun in great revelry With the umbilical cord The bond that was meant to nurture To care, to love, to understand The yesteryears were proof enough That the bond God forged was beleaguered Bit by bit, Piece by Piece Unstrumming the strings of my essence Untying the …
Three Poems By Ruth V. Mostrales 1. Pentatonic One. “The music box will go,” said Mother, impatient. She was speaking to the child in me who will never part with it. Two. I closed my eyes and thought of the days when promises were spoken in melodious haste, but there’s no time to bask in …
As I lay here, I feel as if i’m sleeping forever, The fear of sleeping forever, scares me It scares me by the way, I hear voices, Not knowing who it is, Just laying there sleeping The sounds of machines beeping people rushing around weeping ‘He’s gone, she’s gone’ But i’m here just sleeping wondering …
Children of a lesser God – dedicated to the children of Africa by Naina Mehta
Gordon Still Walking 2009 by Freiburg based poet, Satis Shroff.
Trundling up in this chairlift Hunching into my collar Higher and higher Colder and colder Leaving behind the clamour Of those who, ant-like Follow each other Down the lower slopes I am first To reach the top Lifting the safety bar Sliding on to the waiting piste A crown of peaks all around Sharp, snow …
Coloured fabrics flew through the wind, Like flags upon a ship, Music flowed through her body, Occasionally she’d take a sip, And if she liked the taste, She’d hold the music, For a little longer in her hips, Now and then she’d tease it out, Through her fingertips, Bodies reacting like electricity, While the music …
My dream, I live it in a paper coated with crème caramel. I frolic in words of my shadow with the seas, the skies and the lands and tread the dunes of time, touching all the things around me; then settle down over a midnight coffee in the silence of night. Oh, I do attend …