I Remember Your Melodies by Maitreyee Telang

My demon saw a home within you,As yours did in mine,For the loss of the brightest sun,the darkness spread inside my body and mind. The letters you wrote turns into ashes,The towers of memories crumbles and collapses,The bridge of the future crashes and converts to dust,Finally, our clock of time rusts. Since then,I loathe everything…

Enigma by Joni Caggiano

fading, my heart envisions a ripe fig molting tan skin lying like a sad mason jar empty, left alone, with a scar odors float like memories sparrows sing their hope your face a repeat movie reel fingers weep aching to feel your body folding into mine tears of laughter jumping rolling over hills of bare…

Scars of Lockdown by Lamittan Minsah

Dark clouds and muffled talks tore the atmosphere at the first case. Then came the rules, and people in town both big and small wore a visor, as the air, it was said, was very clatty. Bitter news daily, so we shunned hearing more of the rising death tolls, the great disposition of our foe:…

I Lost My Sun by Dr. Sunil Kaushal

Then there came a day when my sun lost its way I waited, choking the pain, waited in vain the blanket hugged me, warily I peeped, fearing what I’d see. My dreams still lay on the window sill, drinking the night’s nectar of make believe intoxicating fragrant deception velvety seduction enticing glimmering moon bugs that…

Who has Woe by Ayieko Sami

show me a sorrowful person, one with wounds that do not heal, where is he that is so contentious show me him that is unhappy and is full of complaints his eyes are often bloodshot, show him to me- and I will show an alcoholic, who searches up and down for mixed wine he loves…

A Conversation about the Last First Kiss by The Devil Unbound

“Will you know,” she begins to ask me, “When you say your last first I love you, or when you give your last first kiss?”             “I don’t know, and I don’t think I want to know,” I reply, noticing her frustration with my weakness.                 We sit in an old café in the west…

The Pen’s Lament by Deepthy

With every word I pen down, I see how your innate melody distorts them to fall in line with the tune, you were born with. In all its splendour and glory, I see your music seeping into the hearts of the grieved and happy. The music whose essence I create. As I write and scratch…