wonder
how I've been missed
throughout all my years
a thunderbolt
strikes two people
~Tejendra Sherchan
stairs to heaven
I often think of raising
the great wall
~Tejendra Sherchan
Everything
Everyone,
Everything,
Even Death
has
a title.
~Partha Sarkar
old
photo album
the smiles that got lost
over time
~Mona
Bedi
what
if this is the end starless night
~Mona
Bedi
road ends holding no promise
~Aishwarya
Vedula
grass
grows past human reasons
~Aishwarya Vedula
Vocabulary
I don’t know the names of trees.
I don’t know the names of flowers.
I am an indoor poet!
I count my books,
every
page without a name.
~Noah Berlatsky
What
Is Special?
You wanted to be special
Win all the awards
Have people praise you
To kowtow, grovel, defer
What is special anyway
Whose definition counts
What makes someone
better or more important
When everyone is dust
what
is special about that
~Susan Pollet
Run
Off
The paint would not soak in
as if by running off it remained
impermanent unfixed unmoored
as it washed away, seeking freedom
from constraints and others’ rules
Judgments held no sway because
it was more about them than what
they were looking at, always is,
and no amount of paint can cover
that up or fix what is unspoken
~Susan
Pollet
against all odds
I
remain myself
~Alper Ghuchlu
winter solstice -
still a bit of light
driving west
~Maria
Cristina Pulvirenti
burning
log -
deep winter
outside
~Maria Cristina
Pulvirenti
through the closed window
the world walks by
all
fa la la la la …
~Jennifer
Gurney
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