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The evening falls Like the final curtain On the stage Of separation.Life has its turnWhat went away Is a memory Of recollection. The stars at night, The rain early in the morningAre eyes of joy. Maybe a new artHas all That it stood for. Maybe time itself Is a journey Of belongingness. We recall and […]Read Post ›
Not every book should be public;Some art is better to archive as eternal privacy.Here, it is worthy to be plated by the Owl,Believe me, an open book is a Pandora’s box of surprises,That we might regret after reading.Ignorance is rarely bliss, my dear,Yet it serves our peace far better than a darkened understanding. Rajendra Ojha […]Read Post ›
my skin is bad. my memory is bad. my bones are bad. my sleep is bad. my hearing is bad. my prodigal son is bad. and you want me to read a poem to feel happy? that is not going to work. the Happy Poet wants me to be more like Marcus Aurelius, but fate […]Read Post ›
This poetry collection left me with a sense of wonder—it is so well crafted and filled with deep introspection. It is so life like because varied aspects are touched. I wish poet Rehaan Khan a wonderful literary career. He is a successful poet with this book as a gift to humanity. Reading this book feels as if every aspect of life is so meticulously touched so that it always lingers in the memory.
MAJA MILOJKOVIC Maja Milojković was born in Zaječar, Serbia. She is the deputy editor at “Sfairos” publishing house in Belgrade, Serbia. She is the vice-president of the association “Rtanj and Mesečev poetski krug”. She is the author of 2 books: “The Circle of the Moon” and “Trees of Desire” She is the editor of the […]Read Post ›
Take me away From the staggering walks Of life. I see a clear bright day, Heart is concealed And yet at task Without an ask. I want to mingle In the aftermath of love. We found each other In passage of distances. I weep by the garden, You bloom like a flower. Come and surprise […]Read Post ›
A new short story from Risk in India explores the absence of human passions and values in a world motivated by technology and profit. To reconcile beauty and the need for love in a world bereft of connection.
Translated by Cao ShuiA child crawling out of a stoneThe world seems unable to accommodate your innocent movementsYou are holding flowers, jumping and swayingThe cannon covers you with ferocityYou touch the graffiti and turn around the windowsillSharp blade blasting threatens your chestStripping away your unformed cognition of loveDo you remember the vines planted in your […]Read Post ›
poem from China commemorating World Poetry Day
new poem from Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
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