Empty Nest by Jeff Flesch

the pain comes to me in the afternoon as I sit in front of the tree meant for you and me I cannot hide from the tears inside they well up and finally, come forth in my heart and on my cheeks, they do intone a lingering in the midst of our tryst, as I…

Outside the Window by Dr. Sunil Kaushal

Every morning I wake up; not rudely awakened out of some wonderful dream, but brooding slumber that cheats me of sunlit days, plummeting into a gloomy dungeon. I stroke the phantom contours of your body; your musk wafting out of crumpled sheets, hits my senses. Your fingers caressing my languorous limbs ignited our passions night…

Aftermath by Muskaan Joshi

To the memories which are now a part of the beautiful days, To the good-byes which I never in my dreams thought would become a reality, To the emotions I’ve always cherished in my heart but never expressed, To the care I never understood the reason behind, To the hurt that made you this cold,…

Rainbows in the Night by Janani Arvind

how could we ever hold hands with our fists closed so tight we are still walking alone vary of the rolling stones could we ever go forward forgetting all the bruises of the past black eyes and sleepless cries waiting for a sunrise did we ever look past the waves to see the drowning ocean…

And it Happened Again by Komaljeet Kaur

ginormous world was dripping wet as tears silently rushed down her cheeks solemn promises shattered just beside the aged mirror that looked grave as before words burning on her lips diffused calmly into the cold air spelling out curses aloud cacophony grew intense in her mind as her heart reads out “I see my whole…

The Landlord’s Wife by Isha Garg

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month-long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey November, did I make my way to her elegant door; as the mountains with…

Love in the Thin Air Died by Komaljeet Kaur

Empyrean chided the dark and coppery clouds when globules of thundering dismal in her eyes felt ingrate head lowered and demeaned; they left her remorseful eyes en bloc. The skinny, stubborn, pleasantly intoxicating smoke fleered; undressing the fleshy overcoat. The noisy turbulent torrent kissed her rheumy eyes and roused her dead soul with a gentle…