• The Fall in Spring

    – 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 them,Helpless…

  • My Little Angel

    – 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 her.The…

  • Echoes of Maybe

    – 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 thin…

  • The Poem I’ll Never Finish

    – 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 metaphors,…

  • The Bird and the Fish

    – 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 home?…

  • Micropoems of the In-Between

    – 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 shuffle…

  • A Beautiful Sunset 

    – Harry Sangtam To this beautiful day, I recalled an unexpected memory. As I sat down on a bench near a riverbank, Looking toward the beautiful sunset With a sad heart. A decade ago, as I remembered, I had sat on the same bench, the same bank, With her. We had both promised to wait…