Western Wall

Western Wall July is a slow river. It slides behind a mirror sky Smoothed by silence and bees A breeze of roses and sweeping swallows, A sweet weight of honeysuckle. The hay is cut between rains. It lies in long warm lines. Certainty and uncertainty Is what we live with. Storing up what keeps us.Continue reading “Western Wall”

Just Saying—Vidur Sahdev

i can’t understand these days so conveniently earmarked to celebrate you, one two three or four, as if to say on the rest you can so justifiably be ignored, for each sunrise that brings a ray of you to me, is worth each breath of life inhaled by me, one two three four… till the last one thatContinue reading “Just Saying—Vidur Sahdev”

Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey

By Scott Bailey © 2014 A ring of solid light Hovers just above the ground Spinning with infinity Casts glamour all around This is Where the white wolves dance It is said the be the child Of the seed of forbidden fruit Born from secret knowledge Found on a hidden a hidden route Around itContinue reading “Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey”

Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat

To my confidant, Ever since I’m in abyss with my thoughts, I’ve conceded this fact that I’m anonymous to many and familiar to none. I’ve been on hiatus for a while. Sometimes, I’m not able to retrieve the exact impression of you but I’m quite tenacious to your distant apparition, and these memories that I’mContinue reading “Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat”

NaPoWriMo 12 April 2019 —Poetry TAT

most bridges don’t naturally burnusually they just collapseunder the weight oftheir own situationor some humanpressing The Poetry Teaching Artist Training Project is quite confusing to follow. And I have not found poetry posted since April 2019. Or even how to navigate the sight to find poetry. 😣

Cigarette —Daryush Acharya

Hope this cigarette will keep me alive longer than you would… – Alive In Coffin Alive in Coffin. I am a guy breathing in a coffin made up of flesh, bones and blood. Back in my twitter days, I used to write in 140 characters and that passion motivated me to write short poems. IContinue reading “Cigarette —Daryush Acharya”

Duality —Vidur Sahdev

i tell myself not to write, for the words blatantly boast of my lack of self control, but with each verse while this ego dies, i secretly feed a hungry poet, letting him believe that he can own the world. Being ever more hungry for the pure, Vidur breaks open space we long for atContinue reading “Duality —Vidur Sahdev”

Wild Dream – Life Of A Bleeding Crown —Ummi Salma

To feel without feelings To lock up before hearing the word broken To move effortlessly without hearing whispers of insecurity Is a world I could only dream of. If a glimpse of this dream is the closest to reality, Then I’ll take it. Not in full, but like shards of a broken glass, I’ll takeContinue reading “Wild Dream – Life Of A Bleeding Crown —Ummi Salma”

Âme Perdue —JoJo Alwaealy

Loving memory; “Kisses of the sweet.” As I begin with this story to tell, from whispering to the losing thoughts of discrete. While embracing the shadows, I run for you down the street. The beauty and grace, to remember them between the lane, I seek for answers beyond my burning sensation of the bittersweet. TenderContinue reading “Âme Perdue —JoJo Alwaealy”