The Triangle by Subhash Misra
Every time I come closer to love Poetry dampens Every time I care I lose my words There is something about rhyming That subsists on separation But then every time I am on the verge Of losing and I am alone Poems come and hug me serially There is a nefarious element At play I’d […]
The Last Summer by Subhash Misra
This year There will be no summer Inestimable afternoons When not much really remains Only a silence burning in The oven of the passing day The desiccated thoughts Spread like clay Pensive trees Along tepid waters Consenting to the miasmic Life of reflection Floating as if There is still time for return But that is […]
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz” of and with are prepositions. The’s an article, a can’s a noun, a noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. […]
The dawn by Sukumaran Devarajan
Dark though the sky appears Hope breaks out as twilight dawns Shattering the fears of the Night Heralding the day’s disorder in its wake Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit Now that I’ve unplugged the phone, no one can reach me– At least for this one afternoon they will have to get by without my advice or opinion. Now nobody else is going to call & ask in a tentative voice if I haven’t yet heard that she’s dead, that […]
Scribbles by Suchi Gaur
Write-erase Write-erase Write-erase & write Till it gets engraved in my skin Of felted memories & sadistic pleasures I bleed Red and blue My nerves cry a soulful moan I lie there with stain forever Stain to cherish Stain of pain They tear the pages i wrote with my hand Can they Tear the moments […]
Rainbow Hues by Suchi Gaur
Crumbled pieces undefined A splash of colour invisible Moods of loss and memories destined Its a rainbow, Its a rainbow Flowing fabrics woven with words Wind takes over the game Oh so beautiful the ugly mind of mine Its a rainbow, Its a rainbow Lost in the miseries of the time Blinded by the passion […]
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant It was all record playing Jigging and swaying Some experiment too Although not ever I All fumbling and shy I left all the tripping to you Oh I had my wild times Fuelled by beers and wines And I once smoked a funny cigarette Though […]
Notice by Steve Kowit
Notice by Steve Kowit This evening, the sturdy Levi’s I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in perfect condition, suddenly tore. How or why I don’t know, but there it was: a big rip at the crotch. A month ago my friend Nick walked off a racquetball court, […]
Must Work by Steve Downes
Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t be too physical got a bad back can’t be too stressful bend under pressure can’t be too sexual haven’t got the legs Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t work for corporate I’m an anarchist can’t […]
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant A Lifetime Of Death The broken feeling you learn it young You must for it’s certainty true No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips We are British and that’s what we do So when I was but five and my grandfather died And old aunts wept silent tears I […]
In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant Forever I have seen her Yet never did we speak Well only in some dreams I had On five, six nights a week Then yesterday by chance As she got upon my train The only seat free, was next to me And so my chance it came […]
I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
When the humour dries The words rebound From their meanings Not easily ignored When the conversations Do not linger like smog Over the municipal blocks But cut like a blade of fire It is time to travel on wire Without apology or explanation There is nothing that can revert One’s position to the original high […]
Funeral Day Thoughts by Sudheesh Vs
Your eyes were fixed Staring at nothing, and- Turning into pale blue. The eyes I ever loved For being so serene Lovely or lusty: As they change like tides As they change like seasons. Your voice were thin and lost- Before it’s heard. The voice I ever loved For being so resonant Un-fluttered or breathy: […]
Flying Home by Sudeep Sen
I meticulously stitch time through the embroidered sky, through its unpredictable lumps and hollows. I am going home once again from another home, escaping the weave of reality into another one, one that gently reminds and stalls to confirm: my body is the step-son of my soul. But what talk of soul and skin in […]
Do You Remember 1914 Grandad? by Steve Sant
Do You Remember 1914 Grandad? by Steve Sant “I do”, he said recalling clear “Wid bin up Dudley wi the os.. delivered all the kegs and bottles …had the cash to gi the boss”. “Yav eard I spose”, the boss enquired “Eard wha?” we answered now as one, “Wim at war wi Germany”, An that […]
Crossroads by Suchi Gaur
At crossroads There is no menu You are often served a blast from the past Or a question from the future At crossroads There is no helping hand To guide you to the light To make you strong for the fight At crossroads You stand alone As past rewinds n future turns hazy Do you […]
Closure by Suchi Gaur
I need a shovel. To dig a grave. To bury these memories. I have to be brave. Brave to fight myself & you Memories so lovely, yet so few Those smiles so rare That I could cry Those tickles so crazy Difficult to find even if I retry Brave to fight myself & you From […]
Borrowed Verses by Subhash Misra
Wherever you go whenever you travel There is always something to unravel Freedom is an unconscious quest To stay away from the daily unrest It’s about continuity of time on water Separated from senseless slaughter Of the shared spirit in our common skies Obscured by silence, half-truth and lies Crafting vicious geographies Death does not […]
A Different September by Steve Sant
A Different September by Steve Sant Its hundred years to the very day I listen to the guide He tells us plain and simple Ninety seven soldiers died Standing then where I am now My granddad would have been Its so hard to imagine What I see now he had seen Except of course twas […]
Zen-moment by Sunil Sharma
A murmuring river, Stork hunting, A bent tree, Kissing the Gentle waters, Wilderness around, Solitude uninterrupted, A perfect place to unwind, And quietly register the details, For a wandering urban mind: A Zen moment— That reconnects The competing soul With the Vestigial nature around, And the pervasive divine, In all the revolving atoms, For few […]
Young mother by Sunil Sharma
The Tiny Dark Girl Hardly Seven, Carries Her Famished Crying Five-year-old Sister On Her Slim Back Encased In A Torn Frock, To The School Distant Caring And Loving For Her Little Daily Burden, And Forced To Become A Concerned Mother At A Tender Age To Her Crying Sibling, Forgetting Her Own Pain. Sunil Sharma
Winter dusk at the railway halt by Sunil Sharma
The dusk Would arrive At the halt, As Abrupt And Quick-footed As the Pink-eyed Rabbit Restless Glimpsed For a second, in the Tall Green Grass, The wintry Dark would Descend fast And hug The lonely Shivering Railway halt, Awaiting The passenger train, In the swirling fog, Near the Red signal Would be A figure Frail, […]
Valley-dawn by Sunil Sharma
The valley-dawn Is a drastically different one, Heralded by the bird-songs, Scattered in the crisp air, And before being carried away To the next verdant dale, is Heard by a restive city-sleeker, Escaping from the fever of city, Dreaming of drowning in the sea, And woken up abruptly, By the sweet songs dispersing as dulcet […]
The workers by Sunil Sharma
On the construction site, In the central suburban Mumbai, Female workers working as a team Pass on the heavy red bricks to the other, Every movement graceful and precise, Like the steps and movements of Ballet dancers agile; These ballerinas rough but full of life, Their heads covered with torn dupattas, Against the howling wind […]
The light from an earthen lamp by Sunil Sharma
On A Wintry Evening When dark falls quick, On a Winding Trail Amid Trees and shrubs, Searching for a House Nestled in a Village, Cheered by The songs of The returning birds, The Solitary Traveler Finds The sight Of A Flickering Earthen lamp, Kept for Such lost Wayfarers, In the Alcove of a Tiny shrine, […]
The humble earthen lamp by Sunil Sharma
The humble earthen lamp— Fragile, brittle in rough and cruel hands, Of clay baked And fortified in furnace-fire, Then shaped and painted By the veined potter’s expert hands; The little lamp from rural India Small and insignificant relic For the gentrified, Still Lights up the dark sanctum sanctorum Of a temple for its faithful In […]
The gypsy song by Sunil Sharma
On bitter winter nights, When a playful moon hides, Behind the dark threatening clouds Billowing in the solitary skies, And an icy wind hollers down The uneven ground Overgrown with the weeds, That stands even to-day, This vast ground Outside the gates of the old town, And the screaming wind Flattens shrubs, elephantine grass and […]
The Chant of the Indignant of the World by Sunil Sharma
Let there be constant rage among us, mates, It should not be allowed to subside at any cost; Let it flow fast and furious and then go global, mates And let the angry youth Occupy Wall Streets In the 1000 towns from Madrid to New York; May 15 is scared for us as It all […]
Surreal landscapes by Sunil Sharma
When dreams become meeting grounds of souls scattered far away And the gentle mists roll down from the white hills, And time stands still and we talk, It is love’s country vast Stretched out in shadows dim, That we come to see Only in our frail dreams, Floating phantoms over the sizzling streams, And frozen […]
To a son abroad by Sunil Sharma
To a son abroad To another Columbus, Who has left home And gone abroad, To re-script an old narrative Of tired life, and higher aspirations; In my ageing heart But young thoughts, You are there, dear Sparsh— The only constant, In a changing world, You stay on like the Fragrance of the First Sparsh […]
Relations by Sunil Sharma
The relations in urban centers Are like the hulks of graying Cars seen rusting on the roadside Garages of big/small-town India, Only gaping hulks you find there in those Junk yards that hog the roads, Stripped of metal and polish and shine And the empty shells get abandoned by the bored owners Searching for quick […]
Pharaohs, Protests and Public by Sunil Sharma
Hark! New Egypt has woken up—finally. The old pharaohs look down upon the Tahrir Square, While the modern pharaoh runs away From public fury. For 18 days, Starting January 25, 2011, Cairo erupted in protests and rage, Millions staged a dramatic scene of Solid solidarity and unity, Spontaneous People power at its best. Children of […]
Occupy the Wall Street by Sunil Sharma
They came and occupied the Wall Street, By sitting/camping in Zuccotti Park, New York, September 17 onwards, After the amazing Arab Spring and Anna Hazare corruption crusade, And there was a spring of hope for the underdogs everywhere The protestors fanned out across the capitals of the world, October 9 and onwards, An idea had […]
Morale by Sunil Sharma
Life Is Like A Motorcycle Driven By A One-armed Biker On A Rough Terrain, Seen Daily By The People Early In The Morning, Going Up To The Shrine On The Steep Dense Hill. Sunil Sharma
Finding freedom from invisible bonds by Sunil Sharma
Two young girls riding bicycles On the dusty suburban street, School bags strapped on their backs, Shrieking in pure delight, Racing furiously and Dodging dogs and unruly bikes Driven by youngsters on a high, Chasing each other, These two girls, close friends, On the pot-holed street, Happy to fly at their pace, Smiling, despite the […]
Birds heavenly by Sunil Sharma
A bird flying in the air Is kinetic poetry Sheer and stunning Of the blue vault; The tiny colours And flapping wings Moving against The vastness of the clear sky Against the powerful wind, The radiant creature little, Singing, Soaring, Giving visual delight To the earth-bound watchers Of these heavenly flights. Sunil Sharma
Afternoon song by Sunil Sharma
In the coastal town, In the silent afternoon shops That yawn on semi-deserted roads, The power outages common and long, And the humid day drips droplets of sweat A dry hot dust-devil swirls up fast, Leaving layers of dust everywhere On the trees and houses, A miller reads on a hard bench Under the shade, […]
A daily prayer by a kid by Sunil Sharma
Every Morn Is A Gift From The Loving God. So, Dear God, Please Tell Dad Not To Worry About The Pay-packages Fat Given To Others In His Cussing Office, Or, Maa Complaining About Her Own Meager Jewellery Or, Salary And Both Mum and dad— Always Bitter About Others In The Housing Society Or Joint Family. […]
A beach dawn by Sunil Sharma
The dawn tiptoes Like a maiden dark, Collecting the sea-shells On the morning Deserted beach, Watched by the swaying palms, The breaking waves singing a song For the shy maiden From the nearby fishermen’s village, A flower garland in her black hair, Kohl-lined eyes darting here-n-there, Like a frightened rabbit crossing a road, The dawn […]