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Paradise Express

a poem by

Krishnasish Jana

I have heard of a place that’s not on maps
A place where there’s no room for lies
Where mornings and nights never make the kiss
Where every form of life is able, is wise

Where you’ll find only faces and never a mask
Where curiosity is never afraid to think and ask
Where the one true religion has always been love
Where the endless sky is always blue above
Where the birds never know the fatigue of flight
Where the nights stand dauntless in the stars’ light
Where no child is killed before even she’s born
Where no heart is broken and no skin torn
Where nobody knows the art of building a wall
Where there is always a hand when you fall
Where lilies dance with a newfound zest
Where crows and doves share the same nest
Where the river quenches the thirst of all
Where a horse runs free and is never in a stall
Where the moon’s always shy and the sun bright
Where you’ll never have to fight for what’s right
Where benevolence is, by all, considered divine
Where dreams and fears are separated by a line
Where every empty soul always gets fed
Where there’s always a smile after every tear’s shed

I have heard of this place, and of a train that runs
Through its heart; and I can hear the summons
And since it’s dark, my end drawing nigh
I would love to be there, and I would love to fly

Butterfly flies away

a poem by

Oriada Dajko

Butterfly as a whisper comes around
for a little child happiness is found,
he sees a colorful art of life.
She stays near the child
not afraid of being burnt
by the desire.
Is it a candle or a child?
Secondly, she will be burned.
Firstly, she will be admired.
She makes him feel the magic
and then she wants to fly away.
A child can’t wait
that hours become days
and butterfly returns again.
He will love only for today!
Once she will fly away,
the beauty in his eyes will be lost.
Soon he will learn that
beautiful creatures can’t be admired
when they stay under chains.

The Fortune Cookie

a poem by

Poumita Paul

Cents crawled over Baga
The fourteenth from right
First from me
White tarpaulin flew over
Dispair of the vend’s derm
Adorning the last few cookies
Wind chimes tickled an anvil
Bucks for the Fortune Cookie
Honey brown teint glued my glasses
Bare eyes longed to rest
Lips to feel the first kiss
The rough skin held my hands
Lips inches apart
Ouch! That hurts!

Tongue blood bathed
And me noticed its opening
Unchaste! Winking through the hoods!
Its demonic beam savouring it all
Akin the day sweet chirps tooled it
Tearing its hem with the peak
I stumbled, fings escaped
The cookie embraced the sea
Glasses reflected the dirty dance
Gusts sanding my tearfeds
Brought in a thump
Across the left blush

The silver foil read
NOT YOUR STORY.

The Tempest

a poem by

Swati Krishna

I weep as I feel the tempest rage
All bleak and dark and ever reaching
The numbness in me spreads
As you go far beyond my reach

It’s dark and forbidding, my love
A guillotine hangs upon my neck
Your smile erases the pain by bit
Your absence is just keenly felt

It hurts my love, where do I start
I can’t see the light anymore
I wish to scar and rage and die
But the numbness burns more than scars

I wish you were beside me now
I imagine the whispered comforts
I cry myself to the lull of sleep
You seem so far and far out of reach

I cannot take it anymore my love
You’re not here and I can’t take it no more
My demons drown me and I lose my breath
Even as I die I think of you

I think of your laughter and your gentle hands
I do not have the right to think of them
And yet I want now more than ever
In the crowding darkness I float away

I am next to you in this little peace of heaven
We carve for ourselves our own my paradise
Mine is as I listen to your words
Your cadence and laughter and your hesitance

I am a sinner and a broken one
God and Devil exist in my head
They wage their wars and I feel my blood
Upon my dying breath I weep

Thinking of you

a poem by

Anushka .

Standing there I was thinking of ease.
Thinking of the moment when you came like a breeze.
It wasn’t easy to make you apart,
Its just all about the time that starts.
Even if the world go blue,
To forget you, that can’t be true.
Its just about the time that passes away,
And for us it behaves like a wave.

Baby Steps

a poem by

Abhinav Singh Rawat

My legs still resist the flow of the time
Along with the continuous expansion of the universe
The distance between us keeps increasing as I write,
Even if all we manage is to hold on to our places.

You are too far to simply reach out and grab
And the silence though is merciless in handing out the verdict
Good for nothing optimism is willing to surrender the driving wheel
The debate now who’ll drive is between realities;
actual and perceived

My hands, they now blabber
thousand things in thousand places.
Many a time just random fancy show-off pieces.
Mostly, the aftermath of sleepless nights till 3 A.M.,
it’s manifestations.

Your self-proclaimed consciously awkward smile;
played, paused, put on repeat.
The anchored bonds placed on your wrist,
If only my footings could have been so deep.

I wish to see the starry sky, with the naked eye, on a brazen land
Or maybe a jumpy cute black dog, resting along the beach shoreline
If nothing else, then pay a visit to the other world in the books you read
Our galaxies may now be light-years away,
as long as I could feel you around me.

I take the baby steps against the flow of time, the rapid expansion
It makes no sense in the real world, I know.
I’ll be a dying star, bright white light, fading with the distance.

I am invisible now, I get that, I had it coming, I won’t complain.
But if you ever cast a look towards this end
of the universe, I’ll try to make sure
You catch the glimpse of the baby steps, towards you.
In the sands of the time, across space.

The Change

a poem by

Avanish Ingle

When someone questions why did you change
What made the attitude and nature to rain
For I get confused in the concept of query
How did I reveal what made me so fiery

Incidents and accidents whatever you call
Disturbing the mind which is now default
The trust being broken, the affect on neurons
Am not a fool who will carry on

Hesitatingly the instinct took a different turn
Was very difficult, the ecstasy getting burnt
The undefined time, the weird syndromes
Reversing the time like a palindrome.

But somehow I can’t

a poem by

Rishbah Mishra

Holding your hands, sitting on riverside,
Seeing your eyes, like an alone shining star,
Looking at you like never seen before,
Just wanna say that I am all yours!!
But somehow I can’t…

Your wet lips and your lovelighting eyes,
I wanna hug you and say you that you are all mine,
But somehow I can’t…

Wanna kiss you with my warm wet mouth,
And say you with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are all mine
But somehow I can’t…

Wanna lock my eyes with you
And press your​ lips
Wanna dance with you in the rain.
Wanna marry you, so that you’re all mine.
But somehow I can’t…

I let you

a poem by

Anuja Pandey

You see me, I notice you
You reach me, I meet you

You make an effort to know me, I respect you

You love me, I allow you
You ask me, I let you

But now
Now you are gone, leaving me to wonder

Wonder what was real

If it was you or the one who left
Because I am still here but you are long gone

It was always you

a poem by

Anuja Pandey

It’s you who has taken a decision
which I was never a part of

It’s you who thought I am not worth of
what I desire for

I remember the day when you said
you wanted out

I remember me juggling for answers
which I had no questions for

I wonder if it was time or if it was fair on me
or was it only you

I wonder how you left with
no looking back too

For a minute I wondered if it was a dream,
I kept pinching myself with no self esteem

How could I ever let you incharge of my life,
when I knew people always leave me behind

On one table- Incommunicado!

a poem by

Yashna Arora

Together, on one table,
But not so together.
Stooped forward,
Plugged into a surreal world,
Distant from reality.
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Look, we are on one table together
Though not so together.
I am lost…
Deep and deeper than ever,
Somewhere in the recesses of my black 5 inch HD screen
With our smartphones getting smart, smarter and smarter-er
I see our memories of being together getting faint, fainter and fainter-er
Somehow, I fail to remember
The last time we held hands
Or the time when you clasped me tight in your arms
I fail to remember the last time we sat together and actually LOL-ed
Or the time when I said something and you gave your approving nod.
But, I remember the day you first texted me a “Hi!”
And the day you posted a picture of you eating an apple pie
I remember the day I posted a comment
And you were the first one to reply back with a long statement
I also remember the day you sent me a heart emoji
And I was upset it was yellow and not red
I remember the day we became friends on FB
And my heart wasn’t for a moment steady!
I’ve been typing this long long message for all that long
And I find it all entirely wrong
Because we’ve been sitting on the same table for an hour or more
Without a word to say it all.

Emptiness – Random Thought

a poem by

Karishma Sharma

Within the four walls I live.
My sorrows, my joys, my cheer here all I share I grief.
Sometimes pain I need to belief-
Sometimes fact I need to forsake or leave.
Within the four walls I live.

Colours I may like many but-
I always find me lonely,
Distracted I am to the darker shade.
Likes are disappearing and happiness seems to fade.
Give me some space I need to breathe!
Give me some space I need to breathe!

Companion I yearn…
In short span of life I have learned
Forbidden is love–
To forsake is tough!
Life, not a bed of roses,
Options are few, rare are the choices.
Agony within, frustrated thousand voices!
I am growing sick I want peace-
Within the four walls I live.

The bell

a poem by

Sanal Kumar

The bell rang not once,
But several times
And it was the moment
She was waiting for.
She drew herself up
to her future.
She stood a while
for she wanted to feel
That once in a while magnetic
Life force vibrating in her soul
And then released the words from the imprisonment
Of her mouth
And whispered slowly
“Yes, I am”