Morsels of Dreams?

Fragmented sentences brutally, beautifully, boldly true

Meanings don’t always require tape, adhesive, glue

Hail Woolf, Joyce, prophets few

Freud. Slips of tongue. Dreams. Shoofragmented-dreams

Shoo them away,

You, shoo them away.

Yet mirrors passé, Dreams life’s actual hue

Carefully crafted. Bending phrases. Poetry.

Sue. Sue all poets. Imprison these enchanters.

Sonnets flowing through iron bars.

Cold cemented floors demand inquiring existence

Blooded charcoal answers on stenchy, filthy walls

Hazy manifestations or mildly true?




Tinging a Tear

Have you ever tried to mix the ink of your pen


into the tear fallen fresh

on your book?

Tinging a tear,

how surreal it sounds,

but try it comrade,

and you will love to see what happens.

How you can modify a bio-chemical reaction

of someone’s action outside your body

How the transparent salty product of your eyes

turns into teal, fuchsia or pitch black

How I wish I could colorize

my thoughts|actions|feelings in the same way

How if I could find a pen,

Whose ink could possess the power to affect me and

transform the work of a mortal.

Nerk Xiubzee and Berklee Xiubzee

Nerk Xiubzee and Berklee Xiubzee

-Avleen Kaur Lamba

Two bicycles at the traffic signal,nekberk

One with pink dots on a white base, named Impressione

The other black with blue streaks, named Rapide.

Berklee looked left and right and strode away with her Strawberry.

Nerk shouted, “Berk! It’s the red light! Wait!”

Berklee didn’t stop and replied, “I won’t! Mum shouldn’t expect me to stick to pink and white,

I’m out to explore the world and all its hues.”

“Why? We’re on time for our physics class!” replied Nerk riding on lightning.

Rain, Poetry, Coffee and Interstellar Music

Rain, Poetry, Coffee and Interstellar Music

The coffee’s aroma juxtaposed with the petrichor,Featured image
They say it’s a chemical reaction,
the petrichor, sand turning to mud with rainwater
I believe it’s the union of earth and sky,
Awakening emotions, bringing a sigh.

The interstellar soundtrack adding the unbeatable charm,
Something supernatural, something divine,
A sip of that lactose drink and a word of ink,
Everything seemed just fine.

All my sobs turned to glee,
All my fears I could no longer see.
When the curtains flew away from the panes,
The muscular wind broke all reins,
I could trap myself into that moment forever,
To drench myself in a rain dance of eternity,
Favour my lips with my own hemlock,
And listen to the melody of the galaxy.

Her Pyre and His Tomb

Her Pyre and His Tomb

-Avleen Kaur Lamba

He tells me I belong to fire,

and he to the Earth.

Ritual of my death reserved for a pyre,

While he be buried quenching land’s thirst.

And that’s why we couldn’t love.

But one day both’d be forgotten,

When nothing of us would remain,

Why can’t we carry on our shoulders our passion,

And bury together our egos and pain?

A love story of a Hindu girl and a Muslim boy. The girl doesn’t understand why should their religion affect their love when the only difference they share is in the manner of their deaths? She belongs to fire as her body will be burnt while his will be buried in earth. The futility of the trivial question of inter caste marriages which are made a hullabaloo of are portrayed. And when they are disposed off, nothing of them would remain to be cherished. Why can’t they carry passion on their shoulders like Hindus carry bodies and like Muslims bury their loved ones why cant they bury their egos and pain?

Rise and Shine

Rise and Shine

-Avleen Kaur Lamba

Amidst the sadness, the dull crowd,

Some people with lit faces spread happiness around.

When people feel they are the only ones,

Who suffer from tiny problems but they seem present in tonnes.

We’ll say to them come on look beyond,

Talk to people, share, love, create a bond!

Until you believe it, it’s never the end,

Dont jump off the cliff, but surely bend.

Bend and see the deep blue sea,

And then look behind the world saying “Come explore me!”

Look closely at the happy people, not from far,

They hide it well, but have a deep scar.

All that makes them different is their strong hope,

They know it’s a small hard phase and they can cope.

The message to the world is everything’s gonna be fine,

Stand up high, strengthen the hope, Rise and Shine!