Lying on an island of sand that appeared thirty minutes ago. the season’s low tide has given way to the day’s current. Here is my island Lady Sun sleepy she slowly slides behind the mountains at…
‘The dying of the day’ by Lily C. Fen
Category: NAW Poetry
‘Un Answered’ by N S Abhayakumar
Why is it glowing, like candles over the grave of dreams , the radiance of affection. Why is it flowing on; like a veil over the face of fate , the river of voids. Why is it lingering on even…
‘Soporific’ by Rony Nair
In your town again, the landmarks look newer; Shinier, this used to be my town too. it no longer is. school holidays bring kids in droves into nests and town centres with play areas that compensate in the…
‘The Worship room’ by Afshan Shafi
I saw what green walls, they had cocooned you in, with the refrain of your rosaries, brighter and brighter each evening, hemic knots cored and plucked into half moons, gold -sheaved narcissi starred with cochineal, the lilt of your white…
‘The two petals of selfhood’ by Afshan Shafi
They justified this war. they justified the fathomless amongst paper tulips and stars made of glue, ink and real hugs. Beyond this the world utters one silver sentence an hour. Beyond the woodcuts of us, the catty and lurid…
‘A Mystical Poem’ by Sonnet Mondal from the upcoming ‘Karmic Chanting’ series
A Mystical Poem by Sonnet Mondal from the upcoming ‘Karmic Chanting’ series Promises and Commitments are the most brittle words in the human lexicon of emotions. It is quite expected to get affected by them. Rising and falling through these…
‘The Real Lonely kind’ by Afshan Shafi
‘Coquetry is a triumph of the spirit over the senses’ Coco Chanel Somethings are too unlovely to discover. the commonest toad has its emerald articulations to suffer. it has perhaps a comely defense, many pale islands of symmetry…
‘Ativan. Atraxia. A July evening.’ by Afshan Shafi
1.’His mind is a violet’ To a six year old, It was easier to contribute his Primitive scrawled vision To a defect easily imprisoned By rainbow crayola Where my brain was meekly lush And perhaps more conflagrated Like a glade-scaly…
‘Ganga’ by Kavitha Rath
In my third eye, I rose out of the Potomac through sun-pierced cloudlight, Ophelianic, offering slippery selkie love to the self-ordained fashionites who reject my cinnamon-laced libation, sacred gift of release. They trample the ashes in their gauche…
‘You are my brother’ by Gonzalinho da Costa
I saw you dirty, sleeping in the street, Your dry hide, carbon smudged ancient pottery, Your fingernails, black as oil pooling in the driveway, Your hair spiked like hawk feathers clumped by doormat mud. I mistook you for an asphalt…
‘TAG-ULAN’ by Gonzalinho da Costa
Earth dwells in a tent, suffused in light weakly estranged from darkness. The lowering sky is a mordant mangkukulam, invisible. He eyeballs anxious passersby chary of tripping bolts of black magic. Moisture wafting from the soil lingers indefinably like fine…
‘Summer Solstice, June 21, 2011’ by Gonzalinho da Costa
Early today, the sun leaps brilliantly over the horizon, taking a long, spellbound jump, spinning in slow motion his legs and arms, gliding, a bird of prey. Rising light casts drawn-out shadows running up and down hills and dales. Atop…