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…

Prosaic Hell by Don Matthews

I have so many poems They wait, pile up, say “send” They keep on procreating Drives me round the bend This bloody rhyme’s addictive I gotta have my words Injected for my daily fix It’s damnably absurd You say to me go rehab They will de-rhyme your brain Jack and Jill won’t climb the hill…

Chrysalism by Simmi

The tranquility of living indoors in a thunderstorm. Periwinkle blue-purple tinted skylights and ambience inside the room. Almost like forgetting something or hallucination, the firewood, the heat. The last winter. Raw and rain, you’re bound to stay confined in the space, still, it’s indifferent. Like deciphering a million dilemmas in your head.  Possessing all-time in…