Poetry

"...rivers are dwindling..."

"...the fading star that suddenly stopped shining..."

"Weeping blossoms..."

"...Sunset mellow sky fading pink..."

"...a downward mobility thoroughfare ..."

"...I began to stare at myself..."

"...at least you turned up..."

"...I am trying to sketch the present..."

"...Our discernment may be required..."

"...Rolled in this morning with the tempest churning..."

"...what am I doing?..."

"...The full scale of the destruction is still unknown..."

Michael H.F. Wilkinson is a professional computer scientist, amateur astronomer, writing poetry at night (at least the cloudy ones). Topics include mental health, friendship, loss, our place in the cosmos, dancing, and anything else that springs to mind. He is a member of Groningen Poetry Stanza in the Netherlands.

"...he lived with rivers..."

"...all secrets in the sacristy of your soul..."

"...Repairing is a delicate act..."

"Don’t waste time..."

"...I recall the fragrance of those meals you imagined for my childhood..."

"...I want to see what is coming to get me..."

"...Who gets to rank wars?..."

"...your face, a silken flower...

"...waiting for the stars to fall..."

Rishi Kunal is a practitioner of law with a passion for writing poetry. His work traverses the austere corridors of urban existence and the moral intricacies embedded within it. Drawing upon his training as an attorney, he renders with precision the textures of routine, the weight of ethical ambiguity and the quiet hypocrisies that underwrite modern survival.

"The earth trembles every day, every night..."

"...The sweetest and cutest young fellow..."

"...with the insignia of the impresario out of reach..."

"...Fog dims lights in the compound..."

"I didn’t really know the guy on the next block..."

"...Where do birds master the art of flight?..."

"...in my solitude lies my peace..."