Rosie
He came home feeling exhausted, as if someone extracted vim and vigour out of his youthful enthusiasm.… Read More Rosie
He came home feeling exhausted, as if someone extracted vim and vigour out of his youthful enthusiasm.… Read More Rosie
Street light, warring against the darkness of the night, don’t you get tired watching it all get left behind? You watch the cars pass by, though some might stop by temporarily, you’ve witnessed them all leaving. How can you stand tall after all that you’ve been bearing? … Read More Outshine the Night
December storms raging my bones
Glaciers packed into my marrowed spaces
Ankles buckling like they’re standing beneath the
Weight of snow on pine trees… Read More Poetry by Sanjana Krishnan
I still remember as if it was yesturday
I was playing on the streets along with all the children in the neighbourhood
Little ones, the teens and even some of the adults
Street football was the one everyone loved
It was like a generation match, youngsters versus the adults
Everyone would be present for the street games… Read More Reality Check
Even if we break apart
Remember, you’ll always be in my heart… Read More Lost Love
Have you looked at the star chart?
It’s the night we would have shared tomorrow in Buffalo.
I found the coffee shop for our first meet
after you won the dare — it had a fire neither of us experienced —
some day, not one day, I said.… Read More One Day, Some Day
Sometimes the smell
of gingersnap cookies
resonates in the air.… Read More Reminiscence
I was born in the desert
South of the moon… Read More Third Person Flight
she traced a heart
on the fogged glass
in the city… Read More Cold Love
Do you look at all the patterns
The taut lines, playful swirls and dots
And the ways that they push and pull
Curve loud, singing colors and knots
The beats of hearts and sighs of souls… Read More Creative Respire