The pull of the tide— The distant call of a siren’s song— A torrential downpour— A vehement thunder follows— His eyes trained upon the...

Death is depressed in her lanes, Alone she grieves over the unknown graves. She wails as the unshrouded corpse yearns for a goodbye. “My...

Have you seen the recent sunset skies? With the cottony clouds and lovely hues? Golds and blues now shimmer in our eyes To herald autumn,...

There were days we prayed side by side Watched as our congregations lessened Noted gaps left by those who died Souls stolen in mere...

Inang Bayan Ko (My Motherland), How does it feel to be blessed? To be able to dance with Idianale in the rice fields, And have Agwe’s...

Loss of judgment, was it the departure of my thoughts? The reckless train keeps moving on With a passenger stranded No ticket, no...

I saw a mystic today, She reminded me of you. The curls of her hair, Reminded me of the waves over your chest Curtains over your bare...

I waited as you told me to. I waited by the windowpane and kept a firm eye on today: today’s skies, the present moment’s beauties, never...

These past two weeks have been a steep rising and steep diving of emotions. What follows is a piece written as the result of this...

I got my ticket I am on my way In the train to nowhere. Got in the economy class The one-seater assigned to one Behind is the local birth...

The sound fills my ears, at once loud and gentle. The sound of your waves inching toward the sand. It drowns out everything else but not...

The detachment from the self Both figurative And literal. My human inclinations No longer addressed. A creature I have become, Monstrous...

Perhaps I don’t have to know where I’m going And for now it is enough that I’m not where I used to be These growing pains are draining me...

Careful constructions made of crystal and glass Held up by hopes and prayers Ready to topple over, ready to change Morph into something...

Emily Dickinson died 134 years ago, having lived out her last years in complete solitude. She had asked her family to burn her poetry...

لكل حالم تائه أو متألم، لكل قلب لديه الكثير ليعبر عنه ولا يستطيع. إلى كل الأحاسيس المدفونة في أعيننا وفي رحلتنا. الى كل القيود التي تكبل...

Taha Kaleem Life A roller-coaster I must say One moment you are up and running and then down and distraught What amazes me is the...

Labeeba Ahmed Neither do I want to be a name in your forgotten contact list, Nor do I desire to be in the group of acquaintances I don’t...

Taha Kaleem I dreamt of a place Where I was hungry of the Applause I looked around And I saw death running from me I tried to ask him...

Labeeba Ahmed “If you have the chance to accomplish your dream, what would you do?” everyone asked. “I would go to the infinitely finite...