Poetry

"...we're faced with the chief ironies of our businesses..."

"...never tired of making the most of each moment..."

Shelly Norris ripened in the wild west on a farm in Wyoming. She hails from a long line of post- Civil War migrants, pioneers, scofflaws, and illegitimates; wherever there is a "bastard" break in the lineage, that?s her line of people.

"...run dry of space and tolerance..."

"...If the search is only for fault lines..."

"...That way she makes you fall in love..."

"...Here life stops a while for me, just to see you, dear..."

"She says she wants to know me..."

"...embark on my crazy chronicles..."

"...The stars disappear and the Universe gets enveloped in darkness..."

"...the shades of a waterfall's frozen ardor..."

"...Irony of closed bars and finding myself drinking far more..."

"...the latest thing we thought would save us..."

"...it's the time of the intergalactic nerd..."

"...Replaced, altered, that is how I feel...."

"...Every note a treasure, like clouds passing by..."

"...The myth of love still lives..."

"...a perfect pollutant, a poverty of truth..."

"A knock on a lazy Sunday afternoon..."

Madhu Gangopadhyay hails from India. Her passion for writing began when she was in school. She loves to pen down her musings at random moments. She is fiercely passionate about poetry and short stories, and her penchant for mythology can be seen in her works

"...where the warmth of that memory..."

"...We keep watching each other fade..."

"...a whole sky Of stars through the night..."

"...Friday nights with whole families dancing..."

"...you've come to a place seeking enlightenment, change or merely asylum..."

"...one day I will make a sword..."

"...you wait mesmerized...

"...a hush-hush slipped out..."

"...all we want is a little light, a little breath..."

"...they seemed to glow with renewed days..."