A Ripe Moment :Share the change by SarabSri Kaur

I gazed out of the window
and noticed these lovely red pomegranates,
so ripe, so fresh, ready to be touched, waiting to be tasted.
Heavily laden hearts,
red with rage,
ready to burst,
waiting to be shared.
Sharing is a secret meditation,
The business of the souls.
As my hand reached out for the fruit,
a few tear drops rolled down the cheeks,
Because everything speaks,
everyone is heavy.
So reach out and taste,
reach out and hear,
reach out and talk.
Because sharing is a prayer.
Because it says it all.

Woebegone Woman by Vinay Kumaar

She took to her heels and ran into the streets
When her beloved mate was nowhere to be found.
He had ditched her there.
It was truly a nightmare
When the one she loved had betrayed her.
He had said love to her,
He had made love to her.
They were happy for a brief span of time.
She didn’t expect this,
She couldn’t accept this.
She went in search of a place to hide.
Into a mighty huge palace that dwarfed her frame
She took refuge for the time being.
Like a thief-on-mission on a pitch dark night
She sneaked into the palace without anyone’s knowledge.
Her woes multiplied when she had pangs in her womb.
She went nearly mad when she gave birth to quadruplets.
Deprived of food, she was much malnourished,
She didn’t have a clue about how to raise her kids.
The granary of the palace was overflowing with food,
She proved her mettle by stealing some for her kids.
The babies made noise when they were strong enough,
The prince of the palace heard it and was greatly shocked.
He found four infants near a heap of food.
Infants so young that they hadn’t opened their eyes;
Infants so cute that no one would want to hurt them.
The mom wasn’t there, she was hiding due to fright.
The babies were taken and thrown away that night.
A trap was laid to catch the mom,
A trap with tomato and a chunk of cheese.
The mom was caught and let into the streets.
She once again took to her four heels
Followed by her long, pink tail.

Change  by Vinay Kumaar

The guy near the window spits on the road,
The one standing scribbles on the roof.
A cute, little boy is completely bored.
He talks with no one and stays aloof.
There is no smile on his face,
He’s feeling forlorn,
He bends to tie his lace.
I find his shirt torn.
“Oh! little boy,
Who tore your shirt?”
“It is my sister Joy,
Who flung on me dirt.”
“Why did she do that little boy?
Did ye make her angry?
Did ye break her toy?
So, what caused the fury?”
“I ruined her sand castle.
And I crushed the flowers she had.
I broke her new whistle
And made her feel bad.
She kicked me, punched me,
And pinched me hard.
She pulled my hair, tore my shirt,
And flung at me a ball of dirt.”
“Oh boy, that’s too bad.
Be a good kid, or mom will feel sad.
Joy is a good sister,
She loves you a lot,
Care for her young mister.
And fight with her not.”
The boy flashed a smile.
He promised he’d change.
The bus went a mile,
And I suddenly felt strange.
I realised that I could change the kid,
But never the stupid spitter
Or the senseless scribbler.

DO YOU EVER WONDER WHY OUR WORLD IS LIKE THIS?

DO YOU EVER WONDER

WHY OUR WORLD IS LIKE THIS?

Can you find even a single place without

Sky kissing buildings in this human world??

Everywhere and everywhere I could find

Big big giants nowadays…

who used to kill the small cute stars which do not

stay on the sky or the heaven, but they are

the small shelters made of love, care and fraternity

Do you know the city of my dreams?

It is something different! But I know,

That city has been confined to my heart’s doorsteps,

It can’t come out of my heart’s fence!

I wish if it could!

Oops! I forgot to give a sketch of my

Dream city……..

i have given a name to that special city;

It’s nothing, but ‘NEST’!

You know, there you could hear only

Sweet and heart touching pleasantries, there would

Be no cruel people, sorrows, discomforts…..

Everywhere you could see calmness, peacefulness,

Love, happiness and on and on…..

But now we are in the world of

Threats, problems & violence

Everyone pays value to money

Not for relationships

Even the parent children relationship

Is being destroyed.

All seems to be black,

Each and every corner of the world is

Now filled with deathly black!

We can’t find not even single

White spot which stands for

Peace, purity and humanity.

Man is on the way to destroy

His own habitat, but he is selfish

And so not bothered about living beings &nature

We must join our hands & work much better

To mould a better glorious place to live in!

Aysha Hiba

The Training Cafe

Till Love Meets its Fate

Till Love Meets its Fate

Written by Shubhra Rishi, Journalist, IDG Media

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah" (A verse from Rider on the storm by The Doors)



Don't run
Don't hide
let it rain,
get wet,
It's been a while.

Save thy man.

There's no room for more,
Don't get late.
Don't lose this chance.
Don't get fooled again.

Save thy man,
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.

let this not be your last chance,
for love to take its course.
Save the last dance.

Save thy man,
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.


Don't be numbed.
Don't be sedated.
Hey, wild child,

Save thy man,
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.

Don't believe in the norm,
of waiting, wishing
and yearning.

Save thy man,
gamble till the end.

till love meets its fate.
till love meets its fate.

Embrace me.
Show me your love.
I can be your need,
I'm not jaded.
I can be the angel of your desire.

Save me now,
and I'll gamble till the end

till love meets its fate
till love meets its fate

Till The Equinox Passes Us

Till The Equinox Passes Us

Written by Runcil Rebello and Recited by Shubhra Rishi

We climbed the trail,
followed like ants marching to the beat.
Cautionary
at the beginning
walking over broken glass,
we tended each other’s feet.

You made for great conversation.
Inserting lyrics into whatever we spoke
was your greatest talent.
Singing Doors when high was our passion.

We waited for the sunset to come,
for the moon to flood us with its serenity.
Its tranquil light on the waves felt reassuring in a world made of rusted strings.
We talked, we cried, we fell silent, we sang, we laughed,
We looked around, we stole glances, we poked, we danced. We were high

on each other.

There was no better time than this,
everyone knew.
I’d rather, than with them, be with you.
Halt time, or live forever? We didn’t know.
But we chose what was best.

Dawn on the horizon
the free bird coos.
It's my spirit which continues to live.
It’s your spirit which continues to grow.

The equinox ends.
Winter’s here.