BY LINDA KEMP She stood leaning on the door frame, holding bags of groceries. Normally, she would have brushed him off, but today, for some reason she chose to keep talking. He seemed charming enough, his gaze inscrutable. Later, she would learn exactly what he meant by his gaze. But now, wholly guileless, she had … Continue reading A Life-Altering Coffee
By RADHIKA GARG The poem 'Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as … Continue reading An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’
BY MEHUL SINGLA Life is a gift we got Which is passing like a trot It is a mixture of up and down Learn to swim before you drown Life is a journey we all are on Choose the right path before it's gone It is a puzzle which demands to be solved Solve it … Continue reading What is life?
Light. Dark. Isn't it absurd how people associate light with life and beauty and clarity? To me light seems to be a mirage in a desert of darkness. Light simply does not exist no matter how much we want it to, but we still look for it. We look for it and we then assume … Continue reading A Burst of Darkness
Caged. We are thrown behind bars Of stereotypes and 'ideals'. Bars made of what people think Is right or wrong. Bars made of their 'standards', Their expectations of how our lives should be. "You are free to be who you are" But not gay or bisexual for that's a sin. Don't be a man who … Continue reading Caged
It was one of those 'grey days'- The sky was grey, The clouds, the weather, my mood- All grey. I walked down the worn down asphalt, Its once crow black colour Now faded to dull grey. An old lady walked past me, Her back hunched, her deaf ears Sticking out of her lifeless grey hair, … Continue reading Grey
As I sit here, Looking at the city stretched below me, The twinkling lights, The roads criss-crossing- Like a maze, All I can think of is how insignificant we are, Individually. What can we hope to accomplish alone In this world where lurks thousands and thousands, Dreaming the same dream? What if, what if The … Continue reading Apocalypse
The wind tugged at my coat; First gentle, then fierce. I knew it was useless to fight And so I gave in. It swept me off of my feet And pushed me back into long lost years. Not sure how far back it threw me, But once I got over the queasiness I found myself … Continue reading Those Old Days
