Author: Vishwanath Bite

The light’s breath Michela Zanarella   I quench the thirst the light’s breath, I push with force the eyelids at dawn. Let me be born next to an open border, in the sky language I resurface. Subjected to light of madness I have no soul. It scares me who I faced: my destiny, shroud of…

Life in Death                                                                                                                         Fareeha Khan What if I die today or tomorrow? Under the sun or inside a burrow With pleasure or with sorrow Demise shrouding today or tomorrow   Numb senses paralyze the ethereal light Emanating from the sun blinding the sight Seeing unseeingly and yet the sun is bright Today or tomorrow,…

The Blue Spot Ismail Aashna   Like a blue spot In the midst of clouds Am I Behold me immediately Or I will vanish But oh! The wind has risen The clouds around me Have caught fire Like a blue spot In the midst of clouds Am I

  Rude Stitches   Imwapangla Imsong PhD Scholar, Dept of English Nagaland University, Meriema       So then I sit under a dim lamp Screwing my eyes to miniature detailing With a piece of tattered cloth Sewing nights on Crossing over Stitch on stitch All but frayed hems Mercilessly tangle My thumb hurts from…

Cosmic Times George K. Karos    Humans seem like planets circling around my skull Inspiring hope of respite and allowing for calm to take root in me As I comprehend I’m a subjective being experiencing an objective reality.  

Are there Takers? Divya John Assistant Professor, Department of English SSN College of Engineering, Chennai   Happy you’re to part with The warmth of your love Your generous radiance To all of us.   Amidst the glowing stars High above I notice you’re Stark lonely in the crowd.   No one sees you there Or your…

Asphyxia   Diksha  B  Kadam                                                                                                          Assistant Professor in English                                                     MIT Arts Commerce and Science College Alandi (D) Pune   One day they said I am not Allowed ‘OPEN UP’ Shut my mouth and brain too No answer, as they were readymade without efforts Allowing myself to the congested broadness of them Where I…

Untitled – III Chandan Das Clothes hang on me like the rags and tatters of time and age: A man of straw I guard green fields. My golden bones of straw are plenteous: Not a crow black and desolate will fly near me The feather in my cap Twitches in the wind. I strutted on…

Reading Jack and Jill Dr. Bishakha Mandal When I had read Jack and Jill They were still moving up the hill, And were tumbling down I had a feeling insecure, To ask them to leave the town.   Fetching water all day long Had to be a monotonous task, I found it hard and boring…

Untitled Balkaran Singh Sidhu   As the slow servile past Creeps on our backs I will speak a tale or two Some hopeless narrative that shoots Some fervor into our spirits   Your timidness won’t have a place It will swing like a pendulum In between those raspy notes Of self-sufficiency.   And as the…