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God Sees You — Especially Now
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– Vedu Nakro God sees you — not just when you’re strong, but especially now when you’re tired, aching, breaking, and burned out. He sees the tears you never speak of. He sees how hard you’ve been trying, even when no one notices. He sees the prayers you whisper in the middle of the…
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The Fall in Spring
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– Kevisekhono Whiso The lilies didn’t bloom this year.Spring arrived,While the other flowers bloomed with grace..The lilies withered; arid and parched.Just a few countable lilies standing.A handful, facing the earth; tired and dusky.The soil was barren,The lilies looked like they were mourning;Mourning for the loss that cannot be revived.And as I stood staring at…
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A Golden Age – By Tahmima Anam
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Brief Synopsis Tahmima Anam’s A Golden Age tells the story of Rehana Haque, a widowed mother struggling to protect her children during Bangladesh’s 1971 Liberation War. While the novel vividly depicts the violence of Pakistan’s military campaign – which killed millions and displaced countless others – it also celebrates Bengali culture through rich depictions of food,…
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My Little Angel
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– Harry Sangtam My heart beats with an unusual beat,It has a hint of nervousness.For I saw, for the first time,A small, fragile, innocent being. She,A sleepy head alone –I could not hold her.From afar, I saw herIn the arms of her nurse. I saw her resting in the comfortOf a sweet lullabySung to…
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Why Do We Live Just To Die?
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– Bonbon Newmai In this illustrated meditation, Bonbon peers into the quiet chaos of existence, asking questions many of us spend our lives trying to ignore. Why do we die? Is death an independent force, or simply the shadow cast by life itself? Through a series of stark, contemplative panels, the piece explores the…
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Echoes of Maybe
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– Eliza Venuh We’re stuck in this endless cycle of almosts, forever teetering between something and nothing. In the dead of night, 2am, your thoughts envelop me, and I’m lost in the vast expanse, searching for a glimpse of you. All I crave is your comfort, your reassurance. Console me, and I’ll vanish into…
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The Poem I’ll Never Finish
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– Eliza Venuh I could fill a thousand pages with words about you, yet still fall short of capturing the essence. Like stars eclipsed by the moon’s brilliance, language fails me. Every letter, a mere shadow of my true feelings; every sentence, an echo of the emotions you evoke. I’d fill each page with…
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The Bird and the Fish
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– Eliza Venuh The bird and the fish may indeed fall in love, But where shall they live? In skies of blue, the bird would soar, While in the depths, the fish would explore. Their worlds apart, yet hearts entwined, In love’s sweet bond, their souls aligned. But where to build their nest, their…
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Micropoems of the In-Between
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– Soumithra M S Grief “I’ll call you when I land”- said Dad I woke up from my dream the phone still lay silent. Loneliness A round table- smell of coffee rolls of laughter me at the square table. Joy “Submitted”- The computer screen smiled, illuminating. Fear Hotel room- moonless night corridor of uncertainty…
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Fleeting Grace
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– Vebuhlu Teseo Although the pictures may not be perfect, they hold a special meaning for me. I wanted to dedicate them as a small tribute to the butterfly captured in the frames – gentle reminders of its brief but beautiful existence, as it’s no longer with us. Quiet moments surrounded by sunlight and…