Am I Alien? Dr. José Luis López

Introspective viewing inside,

who am I losing my mind or who am I going to be able to live?

last night I was blocked into a unsounded cage, surely I couldn't get a scream,

my being was recalled to actively a new evaluation,

I was thinking how to be someone else where the world would have been different, where I could breathe a renewed fresh air,

I looked around me, every year always confirmed the same, we can't apply what we preach, and there's a facade in all we behaved.

Am I Alien? Am I losing my life?

Probably I'm not properly defended from the enemies I can't believe neither opponents who might think the contrary of me,

All I can say or all I want to do is reinstate into a new universe where I could let out this battle of uncertainty this world is capture me on.

Am I Alien? I can't meet my own portrait, because I felt inadequate of who I would have been or should I have moved according to everyone else.

Am I Alien? Or, I have to think, am I not what the world has become because they don't fit my best resources nor my desires.

©® Dr. José Luis López

Puerto Rico

Ripples Of Fall : JATINDER AULAKH

 

These days autumn in full swing and winter at its peak. Sometimes mind taste sadness and loneliness. 

Today was freezing day but dim sunshine breaking the predominance of winter waves as sunlight giving healing spells to day's wounds. 

    On this winter day, I decided to take some photographs of autumn trees, watch the ripples of fall and talk with autumn trees.

    I took my bike and went to spend one day with autumn trees. Although I am not a sage who is under rigorous austerities in the wilderness and can understand language of trees. But if you love the trees and try to talk to them they sense your gesture. Trees can be your friend, you can tell them distinction of inner mind and they never betrayed.

    Whenever! I passed through the roads I often became the friend of trees which are rising on edge of paths. Often I stopped and talked to them I seem that they often give a reflex.

    Four years ago I was traveling  across the solitary area of Himachal. I saw huge banyan tree grown by the roadside, and I stopped to know about him. It seemed that he silently vibrant  toward me. I still remember  that tree, and when I will pass through that way I will stop there again, and revive the friendship, will spend some memorable moments with that tree.

Today, I came out to meet and talk with the despondent trees of autumn.

Fade, dry branches without leafs were experiencing the rude changes of weather. Crisp dry trees presented a vulnerable view of life. They reveal the story of life’s uncertainty.

    They bear all the percussion of weather in remaining peace without conflicts, and always make friendship with every season. Trees can change their nature of existence in the unwanted situations and makes themselves tolerate.

I came to know at today's photography tour that trees always remain in hope. They always enthusiastic that spring will pervail on their  Dry twigs, and they will taste the pleasure of satisfaction of joyful life…….

(Photos by: Jatinder Aulakh)

              

              

SWAN IN LILY POND : Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Silently he glances at the lilies

Wading among the fresh livid flowers
Another season of wait and willies
Never ending lengthy summer warm hours

In his  songs  are filled tales of misfortune
No less tragic are his search for a mate
Looking at the flocks, calls with importune
Insisting on his  will to  beat his fate

LOVE WINS ALWAYS - Ranjit K Sahu

 

Life maybe spent waiting for someone close

Or days may pass without a glimpse of love

Vain may seem the cause that a lover chose

Ending in the calls of a lonely dove

What happens with time to men who can say

In the journey among the waves of life

No one has ever knows  fate or it’s  way

Anthology Of Ozbek Poets In Hindi And English.

 Whispering ' Anthology Of Ozbek Poets In Hindi And English'

Edited by:  Zohru Eshonkulova

Translated by

Ms. Shobna Jindal

Dr. Aarti Kumari

Dr. Sangeta Singh

'Gloomy Future' A Poem by Manmohan Bhinder

They are standing 

near the park to get a work

for the day,

wake up early morning 

And cook some food 

and a cup of coffee 

they standing every morning 

corner of this park.

they spend lot of money to reach 

this beautiful country for there bright future but they still fight there destiny, 

'Yours Untruly' Prof.Suhas Patwardhan

I just can't erase this incident from the canvas of my memory even after a long span of more than five decades.As teachers Mr.Madhukar and I had worked together in a far off remote country side secondary school in Maharashtra.Both of us were new to the job.Naturally we used to compliment each other to boost up our morale.

     Both of us being bachelors we walked together,talked together,ate together  ,laughed together.We lived together both in sunshine and rain.

Not wonder staff members referred to us as twins.

    Our happy and envious association, however,came to an abrupt end as I was selected for a  job in a nationalised bank.I left the place for ever having

I am lit 'Shelleyandra'

My aim is defined,

I am lit and inquisitive,

I want more light,

I want to be charged to

Remain devoted in my life.

My fears evaporate,

As i walk on path of truth,

I feel more humane 

and compassionate,

I feel humble and like this trait.

I have learnt about the books,

These creations are full of life 

reshaping

 Outlook,

 They inculcate never die approach,

 From grandparents and the past they

 Are carry forward the Eternal truth.

 I am greying day by day,

 I am becoming tolerant day by day,

 I am opening up in life now,

 I am sharing and becoming caring

 In the coming life going to stay.

 I am lending my hearts to poor souls,

 I am lending shoulers to listen to all,

 I am allowing everyone to satisfy their

 Eagerness,

 I am not tall , but want 

to be a tall figure

For comforting the souls.

Shelleyandra

Poems Of Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Ranjit Sahu, was born in India and is a doctorate in biotechnology. At present he is employed as a Research Associate in the University of Virginia, Charlottesville, USA. He is an artist painting using oil and acrylic as media. His interests include portraits and landscapes as well a mother natural elements. He has recently developed an interest n photography. He has published three collections of poemsf in English ( 2005: A Year of Love (2005) and Drunk (2006) ) , volume in KDP (Bits of Childhood). And comapnion (2008). He also has published a volume of poems in Hindi ( Kuch Lamhe Kuch Jazbaat

(Some moments some feelings) 2014). His first collection of Odia poems, "Raati" was published in 2017 with another in 2019 (Jeebanara Sourabah).. He is a free lance columnist and writes semi- technical articles for various magazines other than his routine research Presently he is working on several volumes of poems with different themes in English and Odia. He has traveled to different countries and included this experience in his collection of poems titled “ Drunk”. His forth coming collection of poems is “ The

Bronx to Boston and Back", a collection of English poems in free verse.

Ranjit K. Sahu, currently residing in Charlottesville, is a free lance, self taught artist who uses oil and acrylic media. His past works had been exhibited in the ‘Whimsical Winter Wonders’ events held during 2017 and 2016 at the Poe Park Centre, The Bronx, New York. He also had a solo exhibition of his arts in 2017 in Bhubaneswar, India.

Apart from his profession (Medical research), he is a published poet, author, short story writer and a columnist writing in English, Hindi and Odia (Mother tongue) and a Photographer.        (Presented by: Jatinder Aulakh)

A Dreamy night

 This never ending fire is misspelled love,

Buried so deeply in the hearts within,

It Erupts as required for its behove,

Burning the marrow penetrating skin.

I listen to my heart beats growing loud,

As the flames of passion entangle me,

Which volcano can be doused by a cloud,

However dark and clammy the cloud maybe?

Poems Of Eva Petropoulou Lianoy

 

Eva was born in Xylokastro where she completed her basics studies. She loved journalism by small and attended journalism lesson at the ANT1 School. In 1994 she worked as a journalist in French newspaper "Le LIBRE JOURNAL," but her love for Greece won and returned to her sunny home. Since 2002, she lives and works in Athens.She works as a web radio producer reading fairy tales at radio logotexniko vima every sunday. Recently she become responsible for the children literary section in Vivlio anazitiseis publications in Cuprys. 

She published books and ebooks: " I and my other avenger, my Skia publications Saita." "Zeraldin and The elf of the lake" in Italian and in French as well as “The daughter of the Moon” in 2 languages ​​English and Greek. The Moon Daughter published by Ocelotos 4 times, received best reviews for author's writing and writing style.

She is a member of the Unesco Logos and Art Group, of the writers of Corinth, of Panhellenic Writers Association. Also her work is mentioned in the Known Greek awarded encyclopedia for Poets and authors, Harry Patsi, page 300.

Her books have been cleared by the Ministry of Education of Cyprus.

Eva’s recent work includes: "The water Amazon fairy called Myrtia" ,illustrated by Vivi Markatos, dedicated to a girl that become handicap after a sexual assault and the translation of stories of Lafcadio Hearn, "Fairytravel with stories from Far East", an idea that she worked more than 6 months illustrated by MsNtinaAnastasiadoy, very known sculptor and sumi e painter in Greece. 

 Blog: http://evalianou.blogspot.gr E-mail: eviepara@yahoo.fr

 

Contact

 I forgot what a kiss is The taste of an afternoon coffee.

So as the waves pulled from the land, I feel like a desert ship.

 

Contact I forgot what that word means, Shipwreck for months In books I look for a meaning to embrace me, to tell me everything will be fine ..

‘ Kunti’, A Eminent Confluence Of Fine Art

Kunti was born in 13/4/1957 in Alampur, Distt: Bhind of Uttar Pardesh.  After completion education from Ujjain and Bundelkhad Universities she got diploma in arts from Bombay and also studied journalism from New Delhi.  Kunty is a poetess, painter and president of Bundelkhand Literature Academy. She has been published in several national newspapers and magazines. Her works published in dozens of national and international anthologies.

Kunti came in limelight with three poetry books ‘ANDHERE ME KANDEEL’,  ‘ PANCHVAN MAUSAM’,  ‘ TYTLIEON KE SHARAP’.

She is a well known painter and her paintings exhibited in many national and international exhibitions. Mostly, she represented divine form of ancient Indian mythological Goddess through her art works.

Her books and art works got many national and state awards and she honored in many national literary functions includes ‘AKHILYA BHARTYA HINDI SEVA SANMAAN’, ‘BUNDELKHAD RATAN’, ‘INDIA INTERCULTURAL INSTITUE HONORED HER WITH SAHYATYA SHIROMNY’, ‘ SHAAN E SHABAD’ FROM UDEYPUR UNIVERSITY’ AND MANY MORE PROUDS ARE STROED IN HER BUCCKET’.

SHE ALSO GOT ‘LAKSHAMY BAHI VEERTA PRIZE’  by Chief Minister Shri Akhilesh Yadav’.  We are glad to presented her poetry on our pages.( contact: kuntyhs@gmail.com)

                                                    (Jatinder Aulakh, poetaulakh@gmail.com)

Anavart Ho Sakungi (Will I Come to Life ?  )  

Hidden in a stone, there lies my face

Will I ever come to life and unveiled?

 

Those life's songs and verse

I am longing to hum and sing

Will my voice ever be heard?

 

Buried deep, in the depths of my mind

are the dreams that are still alive

Will those ever, return once more to life ?

 

The silenced words and a soul,

Struggling, trapped and fraught

Poems Of Tang Chengmao

Tang Chengmao, lives in China, National First-class Writer, member of the Chinese Writers Association, vice director of Chinese Poetry Association, The rotating chairman of the China Poetry Newspaper Alliance. guest-in-chief editor of "Yalujiang" literary magazine, associate editor of "China New Poetry Ranking". Tang was also the executive director of the fourth Chinese Haizi Poetry Award committee, general producer of the second Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala, vice director of the third Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala committee, Executive Director of the Organizing Committee of the Boao International Poetry Forum, Executive Director of the Organizing Committee of China's Top Ten Contemporary Poet Awards. Guest professor of Sichuan Communication University, creative writing tutor of Guangdong University of Foreign Studies trustee of The Poetry Institute of China, chief editor of literary magazines, executive director of the first Ten Best Contemporary Chinese Poets assessment committee, He has been Published 11 literary monographs. Won the "Pushkin Poetry Award" of the Russian Writers Association, the "International Poet Laureate Award" of Spain, the "Iberian International Poetry Award" of Spain, the Chinese Contemporary Poetry Award, the 100 Most Powerful Poets of New Poetry in 100 Years, and the West China Metropolis Daily's 2018 "China Ten Great poet" and many others awards.

1.“THE FLOWERS IN THE POND GROW UP AGAINST THE WIND”

The humid body, in the manner of a snake, forces happiness

To make a detour.

The spring can hardly wait.

The flowers in the pond flutter their wings

And grow up against the wind.

The divine bird in your dream, rests at heart, in the most secret place,

While you neglect it.

 

Youth shakes and sways. Dream's ink is not yet dry.

Yesterday's great snow, which covered all the mountains and

fields, soothed the many worldly disputes.

The spring wind is again stepped by spring, around the heart,

And makes squeaky sounds.

 

Wisteria and some philosophies have built comradery, and no longer get entangled