The Tea Always Gets Over, Such Is The Complain

Art by Henriette Ronner Knip

Sad souls seeking salvation: slowly sipping sips of saline tea - too much salt in the sea and their eyes; the sea floods, their eyes do not. To their rescue comes whiffs of smoke blown from cigarettes stuck between their coarse lips devoid of kisses; when they are not stuck between their lips, they are… Continue reading The Tea Always Gets Over, Such Is The Complain

बिना पेंदे के प्याले

Art by Andrea Meyer

जान जाती है जब आप उठ कर जाते हो, या फिर बस ऐसा लगता है हमें। ये जो जान है वो सिमट कर रह जाती है हमारी मुट्ठी में। इन एहसासों को भर देता एक कटोरे में, और घोल के पी जाता एक प्याले में जिस पर लिखा था आपका नाम कभी। जब आपके रस्ते… Continue reading बिना पेंदे के प्याले

Lovers in March

Art by Jian Wei Shen

Lovers in March spent in each other's arms. The Sun glistens the newly-emerged sweat-beads. The cold north Breeze kisses their perspiration dry, and yet they lie with a will to perspire more. Words are not spoken in numbers great, neither of the two fret, but at each other's sealed lips they plant kisses; must their… Continue reading Lovers in March