Poetry

By Tanie Natung I’ve taken flights a thousand times, And boarded ships that many scores; Flew across vast, uncharted skies, And sailed to distant, pristine shores. Never once did I see the pilot steering, Nor glimpsed the captain at the helm; Yet I trust them to safely guide my journey, Through stormy seas and skies overwhelmed. I’ve faced life’s trials a thousand times, Through every rise and every fall; Traversed through both joy and sorrow, With whispered prayers, a silent

By Tanie Natung For the first time – When I saw the stars twinkling in the night sky, The Milky Way stretched like a dotted scarf, And the full moon glowing with its silver halo— I was in awe of the beauty of the night sky. When my eyes met the smile of red roses, The pink cherry blossoms blooming bright, And tulips swaying in the gentle breeze— I was mesmerized by the beauty of flowers. When I saw the golden sunrays at dawn, Kiss the mountains, the meadows, And sunset sky sp

By Tanie Natung A glacier contemplates silently, Then melts one fine day, Warmed by the sun’s gentle kiss; Becomes a stream, then a river, And races toward the ocean, Collecting dust and mud along its way, Or lamps and flowers of prayers, Gently released by humble devotees. In the plains, across vast expanses, Its journey slows its pace, Weighed down by time and history, And the stories it carries in its silt; And finally, after a gentle pause— Becomes one with the mighty oce

By Tanie Natung Like two railway tracks, we cannot meet, In life though, we run beside each other; The shackles of society keep us always apart, Yet unshakable love binds us close together. We may lie beside each other and gel, But can never truly be one together, Till we die, we know this truth well, Yet we hold on, never let go of one another. Our love’s strength will be tested, Mercilessly, in the times to come, It shall remain unwavering, not wasted, And timeless, we know

By Tanie Natung A rock lay beside the path I walk each day, Some distance away from where I dwell; Too heavy to be moved by human hands, And no road for wheels runs near as well. Its unique shape and size drew my eyes, So I ran my palm along its smooth face, And longed to set it by my front gate, Yet could not move it to that place. So I leaned and pushed with all my might, And each new day, I gave one more try; Bit by bit, roll by roll, I moved it, It tumbled along, as my ho

By Tanie Natung A fierce storm was raging on the sea, Wild waves rose, howling at the sky; Rain, like daggers, slashed our skin, And the lone ship was flung up high. For days and nights, the tempest roared, Winds and thunder fiercely blending; It hurled the large vessel to and fro, The mast moaned low, its timber bending. The gale grew louder, ghostly with wails, Then swelled into a wrathful typhoon; The ship was ripped to brutal splinters, And we clung to the wreckage in glo

By Tanie Natung I saw a butterfly hovering, In shades of white, red, and blue, Over a lovely flower in the park, Its petals bright with morning dew. I ran after it, eager to catch, As it flitted from bloom to bloom; Each time it darted out of reach I persisted, ever ready to resume. In the pursuit, I saw many more, Each more enchanting than the last; I was dazzled and lost in wonder, Unsure which to follow or hold fast. A realization in me dawned— ―Better to attract than to c

By Danielle Hazart Through crackling waters and bombarded winds, through towering memories and decaying relics, I go back to that place. In solemn, silent marches to brimming fields of wailing women and silent children, I go back to that place. On dry, weeping soil through destruction, on a path of desire laid before the ruins of yesterday I go back to that place. Oh, could I ever yearn for anything more than these thorned, jagged roots within? I still go back to that place,

By Shan Nelson The United States. United in hate. In genocide. In enslavement. The lack of love is outrageous. This person says that person isn’t a person. But this person lacks basic humanity. Desecrated the stolen land you stand on. “Discovered” this place where people were already living. They tell you your life isn’t worth living. Your value is in the work you produce. They want to do what they do including beat, pillage, and rape you. The economy of this “country” is

By Mandeep Kaur बैठे-बैठे एक ख़याल आया कि ख़याल का होना ज़रूरी तो नहीं इस ज़िंदगी में। अगर यह ख़याल न हो तो हम जीएँ खुलकर, बस इस पल में। किसी को ख़याल है गुज़र गए वक़्त का, कोई सोचकर है परेशान कि क्या होगा आने वाले कल में। हैरानी की बात है कि कैसे इस ख़याल-ख़याल में लोग बिता देते हैं सारी ज़िंदगी, बस भूल जाते हैं जीना अब में और इस पल में। By Mandeep Kaur

By Lovely Joy Galez She is a bird learning to fly, She tried so hard and fall apart, Yet, she never stops from trying Until she touches the sky There was bream of tears Present in her eyes, Stars shine upon looking at the skies Praying, she said, No matter how I tried I still couldn’t fly high, No matter I lifted my wings high It pulls me back to the ground, Crumpled my heart And made my soul tearing apart, But it will never stop me from trying This spirit of hawk I will so

By Janae Smyth She was born in a desert Theory was stay on the same path do not divert Surely one day she’ll find grass covered dirt But instead stumbled upon people and opinions Soon enough the baron wasteland became her prison She’s wondering if her dream will live on So many options, choosing just one would be a phenomenon Now she feels life is a test To be different from the rest Learn a skill become the best But don’t forget to stay modest Be ambitious or your dream will

By Nana M Singehebhuye The heavens weep for you, they gather their sorrow in silent clouds, letting their despair bleed across the sky in shades of aching grey. The winds have carried away your laughter and whispers reign now where once your joy bloomed in shades of yellow and orange. Silence sits in the cold like autumn veil, sitting heavy in rooms that once cradled your warmth, soft as petals torn from the hand of spring, leaving nothing but the echo of what was, a hollowe

By Amaya Esparza there is this ache in my chest from the flame in my heart burning its way through the walls attempting to contain it. the walls hold the fire within, but the smoke seeps through the cracks brought by the wear and tear of holding hostage the now unrelenting wildfire. the smoke creeps its way into my lungs and up my throat searching for an escape, but its exit is blocked by an invisible ceiling created from fear, so in a futile attempt to mollify the ever growi

By Ekyot Singh Mirror-mirror on the wall – why won’t you lie at all? Cherishing an all-out brawl, such is your stupid gall. Never me standing tall, not once, not at all. The night stays young, wish so did I. What a lie! For the pear-shaped grief is such a bloody thief of joy of digits in two, not the three which I rue when my feet flail over the squared scale. Alas! The truth tangoes at the annals of my youth, bereft of a present pertained well-spent, adept at a past that was

By Chen Hao Hua If I have to knock on heaven's door and say "you forgot someone" then that is not the place I belong! For, I do not claim anything, I simply reclaim everything! For, I am not becoming, I am the becoming! For, all those who knows not, yet speak much, I advise - scatter! For, the sun don't burn thinking it needs to give warmth! For, the waves don't rush thinking it needs to crash the shore! For, the flowers don't blossom thinking it needs to feed the bees! F

By Chen Hao Hua Worry, is the murderer of solutions before our eyes. Overthinking, is the murderer of peace in our mind. Stress, is the murderer of peace of all around you. Error, is the murderer of judgement you wanted. Scam, is the murderer of wealth already in pocket. Lie, is the murderer of truth once was. Life, is the beauty of beauties. Love, is the beauty of emotions. Relationship, is the beauty of connections. Honour, is the beauty of the path. Collared, is where dre

By Chen Hao Hua My mind is my temple, No matter what, do not let it be trampled. My mind is my balance, No matter what, do not let it be a furnace. My mind is my saviour, No matter what, do not let it be devoured. My mind is my strength, No matter what, do not let it be contained. My mind is my power, No matter what, do not let it become weaker. My mind is my amplifier, No matter what, do not let it waver. My mind is my inner warrior, No matter what, do not let it become infe

By Chen Hao Hua Everywhere and everything is rosy red when you're able, Everywhere and everything is but black when you're disabled. Life has many chapters and many stories to tell, When you're wrong, don't make it the end, but do give yourself a good yell! For none in this world knows more of you than you. For none in this world wants more for you than you! Emancipate yourself in your mind from the shackles you created, Before it is too late and you're defeated! Free yourse

By Guinevere Freeman I die a thousand frozen deaths In your warmth’s absence And this lacuna I contest I draw in shallow, hollow breaths The affection is so intense That my heart flutters in my chest My heart is so utterly calm my soul so intensely settled Now I know accismus is void The touch of your skin is a balm Flower beautifully petaled I am so very overjoyed You make me know it in my bones That I am so illecebrous So I am in constant smyster As sturdy as deep mount