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You grow and I get old we swing as weeds get cut your voice tones up, my hair turns white the noise of days getting bye becomes a signature on your diary the digital involvement pales at my return when I hug you after months and so much of you is upset we throw ourContinue reading “Emily (Aldo Quagliotti)”

Doon reminds me of the song by John Denver “Country Roads Take Me Home”. And, no matter where I am, Dehradun will always be a real home for me.

A caged bird am I, who let slipped her song, Once incarcerated in so-called social norms, All fabricated by some phony philanthropists. No wonder why my motherland is still astern, In the epoch where nations are all in the pink; As she too has turned the victim of absurdity. “You are a boy, never everContinue reading “Restrictions (Athira A.)”

If I could call my brother, I’d call him on the bad days and he’d hear it in my breathing before I even said anything, and he’d ask, “What’s wrong?” I’d say something like, “It’s dad,” sniffle, small sob, “he was too weak to sit up in bed today.” And my brother would sigh, andContinue reading “California (Amanda Valerie Judd)”

Silver Winter has come again, Kids flying sled. We make Christmas, We play snowballs. They hit my window, The sound of a bitter winter. Invites you to the new year, The playful word of the snow. Tales told by my mother Great from each other My mother tells fairy tales Leads to good Tales ofContinue reading “Winter (Abdumominov Abdulloh)”

Were you able to swallow the Earth completely- or a few pieces of its fragmented self are left on your platter? The platter was filled with barbecued forest, grilling mountains, wild fauna and precious pebbles. Was the blue sea, oceans, rivers, lakes enough to quench your thirst? Was all this not enough? That you areContinue reading “Roasting Unity (Gopa Bhattacharjee)”

“You are so beautiful, if I was young poems would be the only medium for communication with you” You see, I have a quill made from a stem of material that cannot be eroded between the teeth and print sheets of erodible writing surfaces of all the skin in my body that covers almost allContinue reading “The Only Medium for Communication with You (Tali Cohen Shabtai)”

I don’t want you to love me, But like me a little. ‘Cause like will not hurt you, But love? Yes, definitely! It’ll. Like is “that’s sweet of you”, But love can make it all bitter. I don’t want you to write poems about me, Because that gives me a jitter. But I won’t mindContinue reading “I Don’t Want You to Love Me (Trishla Pal)”