By Biswajit Mishra

night by night

how I age

crescent moon

Biswajit Mishra

my enigma

when I have nothing

to do

I have no time

for anything

Biswajit Mishra

By Vandana Parashar

living in the moment

a cloud becomes

rain

Vandana Parashar

wind through a crack

the flowers

arrange themselves

Vandana Parashar

night bus

every head rolled

to side

Vandana Parashar

the world without a word winter woods

Vandana Parashar

By Nalini Shetty

ferry crossing

the river water churns

underneath us

I hold tight to the rail

and your unspoken words

Nalini Shetty

saffron robes

flutter in the breeze

Ganges twilight

 behind you a silhouette

 I can’t reach

Nalini Shetty

By Mona Bedi

tornado warning

the comfort

of gran’s rosary

Mona Bedi

incessant rain i let the old dog in

Mona Bedi

distant thunder —

how we have changed

over the years

Mona Bedi

I learn to live

with imperfections

windfall apples


Mona Bedi

By C. Jean Downer

wandering

through her room

to hold near

once-treasured gifts

she left behind

C. Jean Downer

a childhood

in the peripheral

I convince myself

I will always

have enough

C. Jean Downer

By Manasa Reddy Chichili

mountain temple

far from home

searching for peace

Manasa Reddy Chichili

By Susan Lee Roberts

ocean breeze...

together we walk

the life-long jetty

Susan Lee Roberts

onion—

layers of

unexpressed sweetness

Susan Lee Roberts

By Neena Singh

football field—

a sparrow holds

the goal post

Neena Singh

insomnia

stray dogs bark

all night

Neena Singh

margosa shade

the corn seller

fans her coal

Neena Singh

By Elena Zouain

red chrysanthemum —

the color of a memory

Elena Zouain

silence of the forest —

the deer’s bellow

reaches the moon

Elena Zouain

By Jerome Berglund

forced perspective

finding pockets

in the shallows

Jerome Berglund

thumb, forefinger

disentangling

the leaves

Jerome Berglund

beneath

the clouded surface

glimpses of movement

Jerome Berglund

By Jennifer Gurney

the number of

planes buzzing overhead

now outnumbers

the clouds, the birds

even the stars

Jennifer Gurney

 

days shortening

little by little

leaning into fall


Jennifer Gurney