“to withstand your beauty” —Shattered Mind

the distance we choose only hurts us in the end push this face away from the stone stop to look at all the colors in the sky burning all my dreams away in silence a secondary voice to claim as our own I’ll save every place for you I’ll save every place for you toContinue reading ““to withstand your beauty” —Shattered Mind”

Unapologetic —Ishita Gupta

A vast ocean sometimes wild like a child throwing tantrums sometimes ferocious like a God wanting revenge. Then at times it turned quite quiet like a sleeping baby Then at times it was a sweet mystery like the song of an apsara. There were times when pain overtook like a bittersweet rhapsody there were timesContinue reading “Unapologetic —Ishita Gupta”

Where Do Vanished Things Go —Not Not Nerdy Girl

Where do vanished things go? Because you have disappeared; Your toothbrush in the bathroom Your diary on the counter And the scribbled words of your thoughts Days incomplete Where do vanished things go? Are they lost? Do they wander And wonder where they ought to be? Or have they gone someplace that we cannot? WhereContinue reading “Where Do Vanished Things Go —Not Not Nerdy Girl”

Hope —The Pink Lens Stories

A loud gust shrilled in my ear, Sharply the eyes looked at fear, Soaked in pain, with no speck of light, Deep rumbles with sparks in night. Alone somewhere deep hope strives, A little beam of rainbow reckons the wise, The greys sorround, sorrows seem eternal, Hands join to the One who shows the light.Continue reading “Hope —The Pink Lens Stories”

Interlude Man —Jay Bleu

I love smelling clean out of the shower and tossing on my comfy, blue sweater. Then, I feel cradled by the familiar. Combining with my fresh and soapy skin, I’m consumed by a scent that “takes me back.” It stays on me like golden amber sap. Shutting my eyes, aroma takes me there: To aContinue reading “Interlude Man —Jay Bleu”

My Fantastic Car —Intellectual Shaman

If people could look under the hood of my car they would be shocked to find what makes it go without an engine or oil it’s traveled far taken by a magical momentum There are no mechanisms or directions and still it moves to far away beaches where the wind grass blows its rusty bodyContinue reading “My Fantastic Car —Intellectual Shaman”

Little Vines —Claudia McGill

a. hold a cool thin hand in your own without needing to know whose it is b. even fists even fingernails that scratch express grief c. it was no place for a caterpillar everyone said but one was there anyway determined to thrive d. she wants the door knob to turn she wants to beContinue reading “Little Vines —Claudia McGill”

Ode to Music —Cheemnonso

I’ve seen the colour of music; yellow like a budding sunflower, with blotted petals clothed in tumeric; I’ve treaded her country, so idyllic; where love and lust tastes sweet and sour, and the dreams bequeathed inspire moments of magic; I’ve heard her melody, so angelic; easing my nightmares in the darkest hour as the cricketsContinue reading “Ode to Music —Cheemnonso”