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Darkness

Turning Away and Keeping at a Distance

Happiness is when your soul becomes accustomed to sadness and darkness, like the Stockholm Syndrome; you become a prisoner of your habitual sadness because you are familiar with it and it with you. You know when it will come to you and how to deal with it, and you bid it farewell, waiting for a new encounter. It is your constant companion who

Their Best Love Poems Face Our Hard Times

"I Won't Find Another You" ; a bilingual anthology of best love poems in English and Hindi, has been published recently. I am grateful to editor and poet Thangjam Misna Chanu (Misna Chanu) who gave me the chance to read the English poems and write the back cover blurb. Santosh Bakaya wrote the foreword, and Ayathuri Santhan

"Summer Rain" by Ahmed Al-Qarmalawi

Contrast and difference are characteristics of the universe. The more the gap between two opposites or two different things increases, the clearer the vision becomes for the distant observer who detects this difference. The more you, dear reader, are in a distant viewing position of the contrasts around you with their data, the more you

The Glass Sword

The river below is almost musical to my ears as it crashes against rocks and land, but no matter how beautiful the blue path of water is, it doesn’t change my unease of the next path I’m taking. The long path, made only of wood and rope, floats in midair, daring anyone to cross. It’s stretches on and from here, I can see no