🎸 SIX STRINGS – THE MUSIC OF LIFE 

Author:  Rev. Dr.Jintender Singh, India

Date: 17 May 2026 

When the strings of a guitar softly play,

The heart finds words it could not say.

A simple instrument, calm and bright,

Turns silent feelings into light.

Six strings… six tones… each one unique,

Some are strong, some soft and meek.

Yet when they join in perfect art,

They form one song that heals the heart.

Just like this world, so rich, so wide,

With different faces side by side,

Different languages, faiths, and ways—

Yet one deep longing fills our days.

The first string whispers, calm and clear,

“Pause for a moment… draw yourself near.

Listen within, where silence grows,

And quiet the storm no one else knows.”

The second string gently says,

“Hold on to truth in all your ways.

In darkest nights, let honesty shine,

A guiding lamp through space and time.”

The third string teaches, firm and wise,

“Walk the path where integrity lies.

Though hard it seems, choose what is right,

And live your truth with all your might.”

The fourth string calls with a gentle tone,

“Keep your heart pure, let kindness be known.

Cleanse the shadows, let light remain,

And free your soul from hidden stain.”

The fifth string reaches, hand in hand,

“You are not alone—together we stand.

In every crowd, in every place,

Build bonds of love, embrace each face.”

The sixth string sings the sweetest song,

“Love is the place where we belong.

Without love, all sounds depart,

Just empty noise, not from the heart.”

When all six strings in harmony rise,

They paint one song across the skies.

No race, no creed, no walls remain,

Just hearts united in one refrain.

But if one string falls out of tune,

The music fades away too soon.

So does life when parts are lost,

Leaving behind a silent cost.

So every day, take time to restore,

Tune your heart to something more.

As strings are tuned with patient art,

So must we tune the human heart.

And when life flows in perfect sound,

A deeper meaning will be found.

A melody pure, both strong and kind,

That gently touches every mind.

Then none will ask, “Where do you belong?”

They’ll simply smile and hear your song—

“You carry a music, pure and true…

The same that lives in me and you.” 

✍️ Author & Copyright

Author: H.E. Prof. Amb. Rev. Dr. Jitender Singh

© Copyright Reserved: 2026

All Rights Reserved | Unauthorized reproduction prohibited 

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BIOGRAPHY : 

Rev. Dr. Jitender Singh

(Priest | International Poet & Author | Social Activist | Peace Ambassador | World Record Holder)

Rev. Dr. Jitender Singh is a distinguished spiritual leader, poet, and author from India, widely recognized for his profound spiritual insight and inspirational writings on the international stage.

As a devoted servant of God, he plays an active role in church leadership, biblical teaching, and spiritual training. His work is especially focused on practical Christian living, youth development, and strengthening families through spiritual principles.

As a social activist and peace ambassador, he is deeply committed to promoting humanity, unity, and moral values. His poetry and writings reflect deep spiritual understanding and present life’s truths in a simple yet powerful manner, impacting people from all walks of life.

Dr. Singh has received numerous national and international honors for his contributions to literature, peace initiatives, and humanitarian service. Through his ministry and creative work, he continues to spread messages of love, peace, and unity across the world.

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 To you, my life!!!

Fatima Gameiro

THANK YOU

For the perfect moments we’ve shared, despite the distance (online).

THANK YOU for being such an important man in my life—a life that was once so empty and meaningless—and for filling my days with joy and pleasure...

THANK YOU for understanding me on days when I can't even understand myself, and for always being by my side when I need to hear your voice, even though we often communicate through our thoughts...

THANK YOU for your patience regarding the fact that I don't speak English yet... I feel so embarrassed and sad about it, yet you are always there for me...

THANK YOU to GOD for allowing us to meet through poetry, for your existence and for your presence in my life, and for accepting me with all my imperfections and limitations. I wish the distance between us didn't exist, and that time would stand still whenever you call me...

THANK YOU

for making me smile when I am sad...

THANK YOU

especially for teaching me about the customs and cultures of other countries—they are always such beautiful, meaningful stories with a moral...

THANK YOU for often sacrificing sleep to spend mornings 🌄, afternoons, and nights with me when I feel lonely; for fulfilling my boldest desires and advising me not to trust social media; and for the way you care for me...

THANK YOU for listening when I most need friendly advice, and for calling me *sweet wife*...

THANK YOU for your supportive shoulder, where I feel safe in the warmth of your embrace... and for the sweetness of your lips, longing to kiss me...

Perhaps one day I will give you a kiss unlike any you’ve ever known; I will invent a new way to love you so that you stay with me and never forget me... Thank you!!!

*You are with me*

@Fatima Gameiro  ❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️🌹

June 28, 2026 - 12:30 PM - Brazil 🇧🇷

  

Joanna Svensson

HABIBI HABIBI - MY LOVE

I Was awakened by the words

That someone whispered in my dream

It was a comforting dream

That I remember

I remembered the loving

Voice as soft as satin

That Whispered time and time again

Habibi Habibi - my love

I didn't know

The meaning of the words

But They felt so comfort sweet

So sweet, so soft

Like the fragrance of jasmine

All around in my bedroom

My bedroom was filled with words

With words and with song

In a language that I didn't understand

But it didn't matter

It was so comforting to hear

Habibi Habibi

Habibi - my love

I heard it time and time again

The voice as sweet as satin

It was so comforting and soft

I But still it was a dream

©® Joanna Svensson

© Picture Joanna Svensson

Danijela Ćuk

 LET PEACE LIVE — EXTINGUISH THE WARS

Let us all stand for peace across the earth,

let every shadow cast by war lose worth,

let every child enjoy a childhood bright,

let every soul both give and feel love's light.

Must darkness triumph through another's spite?

Must goodness fade and yield without a fight?

Do not touch peace, let it forever thrive;

why should the innocent pay so others' hate survives?

No war has ever brought true good to humankind,

not in the past, nor now, nor in the days we'll find;

nor will it bring a better dawn tomorrow's way,

so let us guard the sun that lights each newborn day.

The innocent were never meant to bear the cost,

nor shed blood-stained tears for ambitions dark and lost;

this weary world is thirsty, hungry still for peace,

while people wage their wars and life's brief moments cease.

People, cease creating wars that choke the human soul,

for they can tear down walls of love that once stood whole;

you entered this world with empty hands, unclothed and free,

and empty-handed you shall leave,why sow such misery?

Do not strike against one another,

do not become servants of the dark and suffer;

serve love and peace throughout the earth instead,

and never steal a single child's bright years ahead.

Let peace live on, extinguish every war,

do not hate, do not judge, do not wound anymore;

be truly human,what is power worth in the end?

Without it you arrived, without it you shall transcend.

Danijela Ćuk

Croatia

 Danijela Ćuk 

Hrvatska

NAŠ ŽIVOTNI KUTAK 

Ne mogu ti obećati sva blaga svijeta,

ne mogu ti materijalno ništa dati,

ali mogu ti pružiti ruku svoju,

i osmijeh u trenucima kad tvoj prestane sjati.

Ne mogu riješiti sve tvoje probleme,

niti učiniti čuda da nestanu lako,

ali mogu ih ublažiti prisustvom svojim,

i zagrliti te čvrsto i jako.

Ne želim ti davati lažnu nadu,

da tvoje tegobe sutra će proći,

ali želim da znaš da biti ću tu,

kad zasuze tvoje predivne oči.

Ne želim biti uz tebe samo,

kad sunce na nebu sja,

već i u trenutku kad stigne oluja,

i to ona orkanska.

Kad te iznutra stisne kao da te guši,

ne želim da preda mnom glumiš sreću,

zaplači,i ja ću zaplakati s tobom,

jer prijatelji leđa ne okreću.

Nisam od onih čije usne se otvore,

samo za protok praznih riječi,

radije ću u tišini s tobom,

potražiti kutak koji dušu liječi.

S rukom u ruci,biti ćemo tu jedna za drugu,

smijati se a i zaplakati kad treba,

i kad nam se život nasmiješi,

i kad bol iza ugla negdje vreba.

Danijela Ćuk 

Hrvatska

 Poet -Mamoni Sharma

Translator -Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi 

Grasp 

In every face-to-face encounter,

A breeze of collective happiness flows,

In every pause, there grows

The vermilion longing of imagination.

​The incomprehensible dialogues 

from Jatayu's throat,

I preserve those too, with careful grace,

They say the language of tangled images

Can be softened by a poem’s embrace.

​Within the dense depths of my darkness,

Herds of restless fawns dance incessantly,

Yet, the words are silent, the language is mute.

​I seem to have drifted apart

Still, I build a new sky every day.

No, there is no exchange in return,

Spring does not arrive just because a flower blooms.

​That is what I wonder

Why do the birds of human imagination

Fly to such soaring heights?

The sky that possesses not a trace of color,

They paint its shroud

Surely, with the colors of their own mind.

Bio-data 

​Mrs. Mamoni Sharma is a Poet and well-known literary and social worker of Dibrugarh. She is currently serving as the Secretary of the Dibrugarh District Moina Parijat and the President of Jeutimoral Moina Parijat. A Life Member of All Assam Moina Parijat, Mrs. Sharma also shares a deep passion for literature towards children. Her published poetry collection, titled "Abelitor Moi Naam Thobo Khojo" is a testament to her creative talent. She remains actively involved in both social responsibilities and literary pursuits.

 Poetry : Nameless 

Author : Ahmed Mostofa Faisal

Country : Bangladesh 🇧🇩

I am nameless, yet I remain awake.

I never truly had a name.

My father called me ‘that girl'.

My husband wanted only a silent body.

And society?

It searched for religious fear even in the curve of my brow.

I was born behind a curtain

where tears meant virtue and desire meant sin.

Slowly I learned

my chest was a threat to your god,

my gaze a trial for your soul, 

You fear the knowledge within my body

because it refuses your rule.

You wanted me to learn how to fall silent,

how to walk with lowered eyes, hiding my smile,

how to perform consent instead of living love.

You do not know, when a woman grows quiet,

a civilization forms inside her body,

one day igniting into fire

and rising with the question, 

‘Who am I?’

I am that question

Which makes every scripture tremble.

I am that cry that history cannot contain.

I did not only wish to survive, I dared to ask who I am.

Who am I for? Am I enough for myself

No one ever told me my desire was mine,

my will was mine, my silence was mine.

even my unspoken words are a language 

this civilization refuses to hear.

I stand beyond every command, 

every command, every rule, every explanation.

From non-being, I now give birth to myself

in every voice, in every calling.

I am no longer the good girl. 

I am no longer a machine for motherhood.

I am not only a lover.

I am the woman

who is her own first love, 

Her own first rebellion, her own first goddess.

Inside my chest now 

flows not just a river but a continent.

A land where women is not only body

but a complete map, 

where the language of freedom

is taught from the very first cry.

I am that woman 

who exists in no story, 

Yet from whom every story begins.