“ The wonderful thing about the eye is that it reflects… The eyes are the window to the soul” For this to begin you need a little bit of silence… And breeze, and trees and trees… Something has to come out of you so yes, to see this clearly you need to look with closedContinue reading “EAVES AND A BUTTERFLY OF RAINBOWS (Okolo Chinua)”
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The Soldier’s Wife (Navoda Dissanayake)
Withstanding every pain, like a raging sea,
My love for thee is a strong rock.
The Little Angel (Kirti Changlani)
Ever since I was a little girl, I feared crossing streets alone I feared walking the other side without someone holding my hand I used to wait for someone else to walk that same path and shyly follow them One such day, I saw a young girl, Just like me she’d fear walking the otherContinue reading “The Little Angel (Kirti Changlani)”
He is Art (Adriana Rocha)
His hairs are wavy gray threads, His hairs are wavy gray threads, his eyes are two brown crystals, his nose is a sculpture made by his ancestors, her lips are succulent edges, his face is that of a 55 year old man. The speed of the decades has changed his features, but it has notContinue reading “He is Art (Adriana Rocha)”
THE COLOUR OF BREAKFAST (A Psalm for the Broken-hearted) [Okolo Chinua]
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]”
Five 50 Words Tale (Sean G.)
“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.)”
Unrushed (Sukanya Basu Mallik)
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)”
The Painful Smile (Kirti Changlani)
Drop, drop, drop…
Pale face and poor posture combine,
But can’t fade the facade of her smile!
A Few Short Poems: By E. Martin Pedersen
Clips and Pages celebrates the Auspicious Occasion of World Poetry Day with these short and beautiful poems by our esteemed Writer, E. Martin Pedersen.
A Prayer Arched like a Bird (Okolo Chinua)
To understand the mystery of being we arch our heads through fenced places to observe,
Like labelled chickens running away from fate…