Bright side of things
@sarooshsm in a world stained withred, and loud withsuffering, there is noapparent bright side tothings, yet the birdscontinue to sing praises,the sun comes out everydawn, spring arriveswithout delay, and babiescoo…
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Leftover warmth
@sarooshsm a double, double,that’s what they say; rushed and readyfor another day”yes sir, it’s on the way”two squirts of cream and two spoons ofsugar go down in the steaming hot…
Dancing shadows on the wall
@sarooshsm A typical fan spins about three hundred times in a minute, which isn’t enough times when it’s peak summer but also more than enough times when winter’s finally stepping…
Dried flowers
Ibrahim Almeslat In our homeland…bloddomd perish twice;once in their wilting, and once whenremembrance of themis found only by thegraves. Chandni M Dried flowers linger near the altar, reminding me of…
Warm mornings
Kattrina M no matter the season,I will always wake up warm.the air outside might be humidor crisp, and the dew might still beclinging to blades of grass,but inside, I won’t…
Soft sunlight
Chandni M I remember days when laughter used to bubble from my mouth easily. I’d tilt my head back, carefree that they would see my crisscross bunny-like front teeth, eyes…
Midnight’s whispers
Chandni M My heart, you are mine to haveI am yours to holdWe’ve sculpted promises with our handsWith whispers of love and faith in the middle of nightbreathing lifeThis sacred…
Golden Hour
@sahilslifefullofstrife My brown skin glistens against the sunlight like still water reflects light on the surface of a lake. The golden hour is like a mirror for my people. We…
What can I say?
Chandni M Everytime it is the first of AprilAn ember heats itself upFingers itchWords play catch on the tip oftongueMind skims old posts, musing overwhat can be said,No rehearsals, no…
Adrift in illusion
“War” War.. A joke the imperialists laugh at and the displaced children weep from War.. A commodity traded by capitalists exchanged by people for their freedom War.. The tyrants’ pastime…