Misery

Misery sits hidden from us at blind spots on traffic lights

It twirls itself in neurons and muscles and cysts and clots

And covers itself under smiling skin and merry songs

And in the house of time, unwelcome, it arrives unannounced picture

It drives us hurriedly to these massive buildings where people pray to human gods

They wear white and blue and their shrine always spots a cross

Where some are hanged and some redeemed

Hospitals are a miserable sight

The siren of the chariot, the ambulance it’s called, is never pleasant.

It declares arrival of mortals to a place where their intellect and power

Plans and stories, all suffer a time lapse

Rewinding their lives, struggling with pain

They sit in corridors where stretchers never lay bare

The reek of medicines, antiseptics, syringes and blood

Floors are always white and you hardly spot any clocks

On walls which drip not with old paint but cement which cries in agony

Hospitals don’t believe in time, they stick a tongue in your face

Saliva results cure or mockery

Photograph by Amitoj Singh

 

 

ED SURPRISINGLE

He was the pied piper of our stepmotherland,
no one knew him and knows him still.reading_letter
But what would you call someone who didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve,
but offered it to everyone he passed by
unknowingly, unacknowledged,
he was blessed by souls worldwide.
He talked in manners lovers would,
but not with one, instead anyone who passed his sight.
With his beliefs he travelled the world,
and left little notes at every cycle, park bench,
every little spot which didn’t possess a postive vibe in his view,
And left that spot with something more.
A treasure of smiles and warmth for the random stranger
who came next.
He spread grins and twinkles like sunshine entering a dark room.
Little handwritten notes, full of positive one liners
or just words, but WORDS.
Enchanted, magical, he waved air with sparkle.

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.

KENIN BZUZER

kenin The Xerox machine detected who had pressed the go button,                                                                     For there was another weight on the machine, the blueberry juice with a straw.                                 Bzuzer it was! A new intern came along, with something that smelled like wine.                               No, they weren’t friends, acquaintances, but both seemed sweet and fine.                                             The girl blabbered on what a big fan was she,         While Bzuzer, smiled and didn’t give a damn.                                                     He gazed at the intern’s eyes, then her lips.                                                   Couldn’t even get behind and manage to glance at her swaying hips.     While she talked as if she danced, Bzuzer poured himself coffee and went away.                                                                                                                    The lady saw the blueberry juice and the note below it, which read “7?”

I’m afraid of people who hide

I’m afraid of people who hide
-Avleen
I assumed I was mature enough to handle what people felt,
To know what they actually meant behind those carefully chosen words.
To comprehend what their big eyes were hiding behind the lying lids,
What would turn out to be when those colored curtains were raised?
What dreadful magic would those corneas posses?

What image would I see of myself?

But I’m afraid. I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of those who choose not to vent out,
You may scream and shout at me, and tell me how you feel.
You may curse too, but let me know what’s in your mind.
For I dont fear pain. Of any kind.
I don’t fear loss, or death.
All I fear is people who don’t speak their heart out.
For I have no clue what would follow.
A serene mirage or an erupting volcano?