Poetry

  • Selections from “Muses of March”

    -Imnarenla Aier I I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. II Nothing is a coincidence, every soul you meet is written in your destiny — to teach you, to heal…

  • Please Let This Be Home

    -Vebühlü Tetseo Is there a place that I could live in? Why is the place I once called home becoming hell? People, people, and people. Lies, deception, and corruption. Scary, isn’t it? Slowly, it is becoming our graveyard. We are alive and breathing just fine, but are we really living? Lost souls, or just…

  • Silent Hill

    -Justin Metha The nightingale sang that night, but a sorrowful song.The black flag flew overhead as mourning dawned.The cold bitter, the night long.Tears fell as hearts wept forlorn. Yesterday’s ashes turn into today’s anguish.The cries echoed, but the silence spoke louder.The hills turned lifelessAs they mourned the lives for which they couldn’t care less.…

  • Selections from “Becoming Me”

    -Mütsolü Z. Lohe First Breath I did not choose this life,But it was given to me,A breath, a beginning,A path I could not see ahead.Grateful even in silence,I opened my eyes to this world.I was alive,And that was enough. Becoming Myself I do not wantTo be someone else. I just want to beThe best…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…