The Green Issue

Vol. 1#3

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ContributorsTime - Aman Khater

The Four Seasons - Meera Kale

Whirlpool - Rashmi Jejurikar

Nomadic Words - Priyanka Bhowmick

Bogeyman - Tejas Kandharkar

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.

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TimeOh you sinister being,

Wait for no sorrow, no happiness,Just keep on going,

Emotionless. Remorseless.

Days come, days go,The sun rises, sets.

Many a tide, move to and froBut no mortal hath yet passed your tests.

Here we have this man going,And here again new life set.

The day we end not knowing,For it is when you shall let.

A role in our lives you play primeMany think they have been cheated.This is nothing but a perfect crime,

And now the hour is completed.

-Aman Khater

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.

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The year starts in JanuaryIt's cold and breezy outsidePeople along the streets hurryBeneath the blankets we hide

Goes on for the next two monthsAnd suddenly the page turnsAnd spring and summer come bundled togetherAnd the hearth-coal no longer burns

The trees burst into bloomThe weather does notIt changes, and soonIt's more than sweltering hot

The year has aged till May-endThe time - it's nothing but galaThe new haute couture - the trendIs oh, dear, the umbrella

In no time it's watery And stinky and very wetAnd our clothes are all potteryThe mud makes one upset

Four SeasonsThis ends in SeptemberBut then it gets dryAll the glowing emberWith the smoke, rises and reach-es the sky

Then November comes alongWith it, the frostbitten winterA month for the Christmas songGloves on to avoid disaster

The year begins againOnce more it's chilly outsideWe seek shelter from the coldBeneath the blankets we hide

- Meera Kale

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.

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waves, big waves, bigger waves,sometimes towards the shore,

at the next instant away from it,twirling and twisting,

gradually at first,then violently,

pulling all along with it,

destroying everything

and then, it all clears out,the sun shines,and it’s quiet,

gloomy, but peaceful,and all that remains,

is things that have clung on,taking support of anything strong,

ready to start a whole new life,only from the remnants of their pre-existence.

-Rashmi Jejurikar

Whirpool

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.

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Nomadic Words

They gaze at the rovings of mindTheir home lost, leaving the emptiness behind

The leaf void, they stumble upon meaninglesslyHunting a stand they wander around homelesslyTheir eyes breathing with no senses and feelings

Losing the stroke, no chance of healingThey come and go leaving their traces veiled

Upon the lips they sit remaining sealedNo musings, no actions to exhibit the truth

Flickers in bewilderment no heart to soothe.

-Priyanka Bhowmick

Priyanka is the co-founder of Frog Croon Magazine

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.

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In the desolated depths of perilous placeThe bogeyman lurks with a snarl on his face.

Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lairHe is waiting in the shadows, tugging at your hair.

Oh, he is just waiting, just waiting to get you.

He's wild in his search for a tender, delectable childWith his slavery jaws and a smile so wild

Oh he is just waiting, just waiting to get you.

Many have entered his dreary denBut not even one has been heard from again.

They make a great feast for the butchering beastHe is just waiting for his feast

Oh, he is just waiting, just waiting to get you.

In that scary sunless and sinister placeHe’ll crumple your bones in his boogey embrace.

Never go near if you hold your life dearFor he'll fill your heart with fear.

Oh, he is just waiting, just waiting to get you.

But with the light on, it's bright as dayThe bogeyman slowly fades away

-Tejas Kandharkar

Bogeyman

A Saahil Dama, Ishan Dabri, Krushna Dande production.