Argentina by Shobana Gomes

Argentina, I have heard about you… You were of days gone old, Sultry looks, pouty lips, a sculptured face, Your sensuousness redeemed a nation’s creed. Argentina, the crops once grew wild, Where the wars ravaged the gardens that thrived, I often thought about the way The Americas shook with rage, At the wickedness that besieged…

Doesn’t Hurt to Talk by Mayank Chaturvedi

Today is a warm Sunday in Munich, and you are having lunch with Adolf Hitler (he’s back for a day). Your witty friend challenged you to talk about how much humanity has hated Hitler after his death. Will you be able to have this conversation at lunch? Some conversations are tough. Unlike the above one,…

Insignificant by Bharath Upendra

You are like a drop of water.  You either evaporate, get wiped off, be a part of many other drops – plain insignificant and if you’re lucky enough, get away unnoticed until you dry up. There isn’t any significant change unless you’re part of something bigger than yourself.  For better or worse, you exist. There…

Gossip by Joni Caggiano

sundry whispers flutter like silky snow bending, twisting around rapt ears perching amid folks ripe for evil feathers tickle cruel words like deadly biting seeds ruining crops yield with bitter seed -JONI CAGGIANO Joni’s blog is Rum and Robots, where she has published poetry, photography, and short stories. Take a look at Joni’s work in…

Love is All There Ever is… by Jeff Flesch

gathering up the reminiscence lost, I travel the world, wide and far, searching and dreaming of the nature within…I stop, watch, and listen to the heart, beating steady, just so, and like you always told me it would go, down further, deeper into despair, reeling about the timeliness of each moment… they stretch out to…

So, Have You Made It? by Bogdan Dragos

the bus seat creaked and roared with protest as he sat down He ignored it and looked out the window It won’t be that long of a journey but it’ll be the most painful one He was going home After all the years spent chasing dreams “So, have you made it?” they will ask “Made…

Fire in the River by Mercedes Freedman

Jafar says goodbye to the policeman who knocked on his door a while earlier. He goes to the dining-room where his eyes come to rest on the table, laid for dinner with Hadi when he comes home from university. He will have to get used to his meals without his son from now on.  He…

PANDEMIC by Michael Walters

(An Acrostic Poem) Panic begins as the malaise reaches across all types of borders And an invisible war is declared out against these microscopic invaders National divides along ideological lines, some invested in science, others in publicity Determined to belittle the virus into defeat Except that particular defense didn’t work Making things more difficult for…

Colourblind by Britta Benson

So what exactly are you meant to do, when you wish to spruce up your home a little – and let’s be frank here right from the start! All I intended to do was to paint a few walls, pick a new rug, perhaps a few scatter cushions, nothing major, just a cheap and cheerful…

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…

Space & The City by Anand R Raghavan

In a city magically reclaimed from the anarchic sea, a constant search for space defines its people. Three out of every five families in Mumbai live in single room homes. Tightly packed across slums or around chawl courtyards that pepper the landscape of the city. The lines between private and public are blurred in these…

There Were Only Two People in Isolation

(A short story in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm) I was at her doorstep on a Sunday morning, an estate at the end of a fading colourless dirt road leading into town. Completely dissipated was the mist, leaving the enormous courtyard frozen in an eerie icy chill….

Wayfarer by Bharath Upendra

Often times I wonder what it’d be like, if we belonged to someone. The warmth of a bonfire heart, the tender bliss of one skin against another. How does it feel when patterns overlap? When colours are in harmony, like on grandma’s rug? The smell of home, the touch of grass, the recklessness of the…

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…