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In the dawn of my wake there’s a system dawdling, in mannerisms and abbreviations known to the awoken. For fear lies not ahead but within, an enclosure of boxed openings.. Let there then be a sea, that the staff might part into halves..that the asleep may rise… What colour is breakfast? First it’s tailess, thenContinue reading “THE COLOUR OF BREAKFAST (A Psalm for the Broken-hearted) [Okolo Chinua]”

“Going South” Everything spiralled out of control so damn quickly. It had been a long night to say the least. Now the sun was rising but new hope was nowhere to be found. Looking down at the city below, one turned to the other and said, “Do you think they made it?” “Perspective”“We are soContinue reading “Five 50 Words Tale (Sean G.)”

Let there be no rush, Patient and gradual; Let there be just love. Let it be calm, Let it be quiet, Let not the world know, What’s filling up our voids! Let there be wooing, Let one be wooed; Let time pan out an anecdote, Time would forever adore! To take a liking for eachContinue reading “Unrushed (Sukanya Basu Mallik)”

Drop, drop, drop…
Pale face and poor posture combine,
But can’t fade the facade of her smile!

Clips and Pages celebrates the Auspicious Occasion of World Poetry Day with these short and beautiful poems by our esteemed Writer, E. Martin Pedersen.

To understand the mystery of being we arch our heads through fenced places to observe,
Like labelled chickens running away from fate…

Black stage,
The moon sings a solo,
The stars cheer
I pause and watch with a smile.

Why do wars occurs ? Why do people kill each other ? Why did they wanted wars ? They wanted to destroy, Others nations, For this they are using, Their whole mind, capital, and technology, For what we don’t know, They are wasting their time, From this instead they can, Do some good works, ButContinue reading “Wars (Binod Dawadi)”

A wise sage lived in a hut with some of his disciples in a dense forest. The sage wanted to choose his successor. So he called his disciples and gave each of them a diamond.

She points, arm outstretched
Fingers fanning
In a ta-da moment
“There …
The Nooning Tree”