Scented Letters by Parvinder Nagi

 

Scented Letters

 

I can still feel the fragrance,

of your perfume,

From all the letters you sent,

 

Those scented letters bringing,

Unlimited kisses so warm,

 

Touching every curve so beautiful,

Freaking the sensations mad,

 

Ahh! how I love the touch of your,

Quill so intoxicating,

 

Electrifying my senses so deep,

Penetrating into the depths of my skin,

 

Revealing secret tales of love,

Each letter carries the bond so strong,

 

Sitting at the window sill,

Waiting for the delivery,

of your ink,

 

I could not wait,

To lay my hand on it,

And go through the read so sweet,

 

Whispering in silence,

Reading your three letters,’ I love you, ‘

to the winds caressing my tresses,

 

Blushing I cherish each word of yours,

Anchoring your dreams in portals of my eyes,

 

Finding the dried petals of roses,

From the pages of your notes,

 

Drowning me in nostalgia,

In the depths of my heart,

 

Some dreams tucked away,

That I could not express,

 

I miss your golden letters,

Touching the core of my heart,

 

For we live in the world,

Where letters do not exist,

 

The ink of your love is worth preserving,

For it has travelled miles across,

 

I’ll cherish your letters till my last breath sealed with a cozy warm kiss!

Biography

 

Parvinder Nagi is born and brought up in the coastal city of Mombasa, Kenya, East Africa.

Parvinder has dedicated her career shaping the minds of future generations as a Principal from distinguished senior secondary schools in India.

 

Parvinder is a national award winner from NCERT, New Delhi, for making teaching and learning process more easier through the classroom aids for both the teachers and pupils.

 

Parvinder’s poetic journey begins with a great inspiration from her visit to the museum and Dove cottage a residence of vulnerable poet William Wordsworth in Grasmere, Lake District, UK.

 

Her passion for poetry found recognition when she was bestowed with the prestigious accolades in a national poetry contest orchestrated among a gathering of over 2000 poets from across India on the national level.

 

She is recipient of many literary awards in poetry. She has done collaborative poems with the global noble poets. Her poems are reviewed by some eminent critics in literature world.

 

Her poems are also translated in various languages and are music of the heart that express different aspects of life, conjure up emotions from happiness to sadness using different styles and themes giving pleasure to the readers.

 

 

 

Published by Tamikio L. Dooley

 

Hope Never Dies!

 

Hope Never Dies!

 

What a division of the Lord!

Instant, man swings and bids fie,

Tastes immortality, eternity in yellow clad;

Holds sky in the striking eyes,

Walking, creeping among tenacious tradition,

Smiling at silly, embracing demotion,

Years after years, man quenches the thrust,

And feels delighted on dazzled burst,

Urania hosts and sings the divine song,

Athena welcomes and pours Potion,

Hera delights and defeats Odysseus' notion,

Penelope knits even in commotion;

 

 Biography

 

Muhammad Adnan Gujjar, lecturer in English at The University of Chenab, Gujarat, Pakistan. He has completed two Masters in English Philosophies: M.Phil. in English Language and Literature from UOS and M.Phil. in English Literature from MUL. His research concentrates on Classical Folktale Heer and Ranjha. He is the founder and editor-in-chief of The Wordsmith E-Magazine.

Furthermore, he engraves English Poetry and glorifies as a phenomenal poet, Adnan has been served as co-author in various National and International Anthologies, websites, newspapers and journals. He has been highlighted as an author in a renowned E-paper in the USA and Africa, Mount Kenya Times. In addition, his interview has been featured in an African Paper, The Mount Kenya. 

Moreover, he heartens and provokes the students in Creative Writing. His students are also sharing the vibrant sharing around the globe. Truly, his students are emblems of transparency. He inculcates passion into the minds of their students in order to nurture their raw potential. His aim is to bring out the glory and immeasurable brightness. He believes in having a vibrant perception. He is always there to energize the eager spirits with his soulful thoughts.

Published by Tamikio L. Dooley

 Fatima Gameiro

#TEU_BEIJO#

For you .... love you

O que não aprendi ainda sobre o amor 

está em teu beijo, 

teu beijo me daria serenidade, para viver 

essa espera por ti.

Teu beijo acabaria com

minha solidão, com essa saudade.

Ah!  O teu beijo com certeza

iria me fazer sorrir 

e não mais rolaria em minha face 

essa lágrima que derramo agora,

que  não  pudesse ver e, menos 

ainda, imaginar o quanto te quero

junto a mim!

Imagino quando meus lábios 

tocarem os teus,

sentirei a essência da tua ternura 

a me envolver.

Teu beijo tem magia e ser 

encantado.

Sonhar com teu beijo 

me faz pensar em ti

todos os dias e noites 

da minha vida!

Mas eu não tenho certeza 

se um dia acontecerá o

nosso encontro, 

Será que um dia serei

compreendida na intensidade 

do meu amor por voce?

Nesse dia  a página da história 

do nosso amor irá 

mudar  o caminho que 

por fim seguiremos juntos!!!

O que não aprendi ainda sobre 

o amor  está em teu beijo!!!

Fatima Gameiro 

Poeta 🇧🇷

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Glória Pereira!

 CORAÇÃO...

Sou  eu mesmo, tenho  sensações  que  vem  do coração, porém  poderá  sair pela boca  em forma  de uma linda  canção. 

Meus lábios  tocando  levemente  no coração  de  alguém. 

Outros  desejos vem  quase saindo  pela boca. 

Os lábios  não  tremem, porém  o  coração  sai pela  boca. 

Existe  uma  janela  que  sempre  estará  aberta  em todas  nós, coração, emoções. 

Porém  não se deixe levar por  momentos. 

A razão  tem  lugar...

Porém  amor perfeito  é  sempre  envolvido  em  sentimentos grandiosos. 

Aprendi...

Gostar  é  comum,amor complexo...

Envolver  esse amor  é  acontecer  um ato  libertador  .

Porém  não  sai  distribuído  seu coração.

Amor são  grandiosos  momentos  de vida, onde existe  partilha. 

Amar é  profundo  tem  gosto, cheiro, momentos  entrelaçados  em dois. 

Amar é  deixar o coração  sair para fora do  peito. 

Amar é  não  ter medo  de doar. 

Ter certeza  que  onde houver reciprocidade, aí você poderá  morar.

      Glória Pereira!!

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 Glória Pereira!

MARAVILHOSO...

É  maravilhoso chegar  na maturidade, cabelos  brancos, soltos  ao vento. 

Olhar sereno  onde tem  seus  encantos. 

Rugas,sinal  de  momentos  especiais  vividos. 

Vivo o hoje  com  serenidade, carrego  comigo  gratidão. 

Tenho  uma  bagagem talvez  pesada, porém sempre  alguém  me deu  a mão. 

Nunca  fiquei  sozinha. 

A maturidade  traz consigo  belezas inesquecíveis, leveza no olhar  que  brilhantes são, embora  já  sofridos. 

A sabedoria  da maturidade  é  um  legado  de  vida onde não  precisa  carregar  consigo o peso  do  mundo. 

Ah! Amar é  simplesmente...

Nuca é  tarde  para  viver sua  história  de  amor. 

Porém  não  precisa  mendigar amor. 

Se for amor  real, ele sempre  estará  presente, porém  não  corra atrás  de quem  faz você  sonhar. 

Depois  de usa e não  tem nada para lhe  dar.

Amor é  sublime  e você  na sua  bagagem, não  precisa  carregar  turbilhão  de emoções. 

Você  mulher  é  desejada, é  sensacional perceber como é  prazeroso sentir seus olhos azuis fitando  o horizonte. 

Ame sempre  quem  quiser  chegar  ...

Chegar  para amar...sentir os mesmos  sentimentos, entender suas fraquezas...

Ninguém é  forte  sozinha. 

Ame sempre...

Viva o hoje..

Lembre-,se você  é  sensacional...

Você  é  única, exclusiva..

 Glória Pereira!!

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 Md Ejaj Ahamed

Murshidabad, West Bengal, India

Md Ejaj Ahamed is a bilingual poet, writer, journalist, teacher, an editor and a peace ambassador. He was born on 26 February 1990 in a remote village called Mahendrapur in Aurangabad of Murshidabad district, West Bengal, India. His parents are Md Samsuddin Biswas and Matiyara Bibi. His Educational Qualifications are English Honours, triple MA, B.Ed, D. El. Ed. He has taught in a few private schools and coaching centres from 2008 to January 2024. He has joined Shaikhpara Primary School under West Bengal Government on February, 2024. From an early age, he was able to cope with his family's financial difficulties and continue study, writing. During his college days, his Bengali-English poems and essays were published in the college magazine 'Ayon' every year. His Bengali-English poetry, essays have been published in various magazines, journals, news papers and joint poetry books. His poems have been translated into Arabic, Chinese, Korean, Turkish, Italian, Albanian, Tajik, Polish, Hindi, Russian, Bosnian, German, Duch, Persian. His research article 'Discovery and the Golden Peak of Improvement' has been published in an International Journal Called RJELAL and his another research article 'Exploring New Trends and Innovations in English Language and Literature' has been published in an international standard book. His published Bengali books are 'Swopno Tori'(Dream Boat), Bangla Sahitya o cinemaya Goyenda Charitra (Detective Characters in Bengali Literature and Cinema), 'Maner pandulipi'(Manuscript of Mind), 'Hrid-Canvas'(Heart-Canvas) and 'Antarer Kabyakatha'(The Poetry of Heart), 'Paranta Sandhya' (Fall Evening), 'Selected Bengali Poems for Humanity & Peace'. He has made 'Ejajan Poem' and 'Science Poem'. He is the chief editor of Swapner Vela Sahitya patrika (The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine). He was a member of the editorial board of 'International Sahitya Subarna' magazine, now he is a member of the advisory committee. He is the North Bengal editor of 'The Quadri Times' news paper, an admin of 'Puspaprovat' news portal and finance secretary of 'Joy Bangla Sahitya Parisad' of Bangladesh. He has edited a collection of Bengali poems by poets from India and Bangladesh, 'Kabitar Akash'( The Sky of Poetry) and 'Kabitar Aranya'(The Forest of Poetry), 'Kabitar Sagar' (The Sea of Poetry). He also works as a journalist for various newspapers. He has gotten many awards and honorary doctorates, honorary diplomas from various organisations. He got honour from the SAARC Human Rights Foundation. 

                 He has received 'Ambassador of peace' of WLFPH, 'Global Ambassador' of International Literacy Study Group (Bangladesh ) Member of Global Ambassadors of Sustainability and Certified Sustainability Officer (Dubai), Member of International Peace Ambassadors Academy (Egypt), Ambassador- 'Iqra Foundation' (Jerusalem), Member of Peace of 'International Academy for Peace and Human Rights' (Egypt), Member- 'Feather and Extender Humanity Academy' Europe and Turkey Branch, Member- Global Friends Club, Ambassador for World Peace- Foundation Maria Gladys. He is also a moderator of 'London Poets Club' (England), member of Farsala Academy (Greece), International Director of Diplomatic Relations and member of OCertiVa Social Media Administrators/Moderators Committee, an agency of The Sovereign Online State.

Humanity

Md Ejaj Ahamed

O Humanity, extend your helping arms 

And embrace all the humans 

To enter the power

So that they may learn to help each other.

O Humanity, spread your protesting arms

And embrace all the humans

To input the quality

So that they may learn to protest against impropriety.

Not only inequity, but also against all evils.

O humanity, expand your arms of harmony

And hug all the people of the earth 

To penetrate the nobility 

So that they may assimilate the virtue maintain must.

O humanity, adorn the humankind

With love, kindness, compassion like a bride;

O humanity, blow up the birds of honesty and generosity in the sky of human mind 

So that the virtues can be restored in a file

 of subconscious mind and

 DNA of humankind.

Time

 Md Ejaj Ahamed

The earth has been suffering from throe today.

His body is afflicted with various ailments;

People's minds are also sick today;

Sectarianism, exploitation, tyranny is reigning 

In the realm of the human mind;

They are running on the paths of the mind speedily, 

Is conquering from one country to another country effortlessly;

The soldiers of harmony, of humanity have been weakened;

Can't stop them.

I believe the soldiers of harmony, humanity Will soon be strong again;

In their body-mind will do photosynthesis of humanity-harmony;

Blocking their way will defeat them.

How many superpowers have emerged over the ages

But according to the rules of time they have fallen;

The DNA of history bears witness.

Bringing the panacea time will heal all;

The nephrons of time will purge and purify them.

The earth will be filled with humanity's and harmony's fragrance.

How Beautiful the World Would Be

Md Ejaj Ahamed

Path is walking in the Sky

Cloud-boys and girls are going to the horizon line

Crossing the borderline undisturbedly with a smile

Seated borderline indifferently

Is looking with curious eyes

Is also looking at the birds in surprise

They are also flying from one country to another country

They are going easily with own minds

I am standing on the border

Many are standing on both sides

Lowering the eyes from the sky the barbed wire railing 

winked at us

Then the memories were gathering in the depths of our minds

And painting on the canvas of the mind

Free goings and comings of sweet memories

Of the fenceless world were running

On the eyes and mouth of wire-fence

A sky-cloud of depression fell

I and he looked at each other with a chestful sadness

on our lips' corners

I thought if these fences weren't there

How nice it would be

How beautiful the world would be

 Nombre: Gloria Rios Ayzú

México

El mundo al revés

Cuando ser inteligente es plagiar,

cuando la mentira es la verdad,

cuando algunos creen que pueden pisotear a los demás:

el fascismo, el nazismo, desigualdad y misoginia, da igual.

Hoy vivimos tiempos de guerra,

se defienden las ideas, 

los poderes fácticos han hecho 

un proyecto de religión, de profecía;

los infantes, inocentes, sufren de hambre, miedo, frio,

mas escalofrió es lo que siento en mis huesos

al ver tanta barbaridad;

dividir es la consigna: estás o no estás.

Quiero estar en paz conmigo misma.

¡Ay, que brille la conciencia en el Espíritu Santo!

Quiero que despiertes

y que te encuentres con tu Ser;

él es inteligencia suprema, 

es la paz, que lleva a ser neutral.

¿Por qué ver el mundo a través del maniqueísmo?

Aprendamos a respetar las decisiones de las mayorías,

los convenios internacionales,

la libre determinación de los pueblos;

imponer es y siempre será un acto de agresión.

¡Oh, Espíritu de la libertad,

haz que el hombre se vea en el salón de los espejos,

que se encuentra de cabeza,

cual oveja sacrificada está la humanidad!

¡Haz que brille la conciencia, en la sabiduría 

de tu luz!

Derechos reservados de autor

January 15,2024 

Baraut, Baghpat, UP, India

Dr. Ashok Kumar

 Let's Strengthen Nation with Education

A powerful weapon, education is the key,

To unlock the minds, and set the nation free.

With knowledge and wisdom, we can conquer all,

And build a brighter future, standing tall.

Let's arm our children, with the might of education,

And watch them grow, into a brighter nation.

With every book, and every lesson learned,

Our future leaders, will be born and discerned.

Education is the foundation, on which we stand,

A strong and stable base, for a prosperous land.

It's the thread that weaves, our communities together,

And fosters understanding, and love that lasts forever.

So let's invest in education, and give it our all,

For a brighter tomorrow, we must stand tall.

Let's strengthen our nation, with the power of knowledge,

And create a world, where love and peace flourish.

With education, we can bridge, the gaps that divide,

And build a nation, where all can reside.

Where equality and justice, reign supreme and fair,

And every individual, has the chance to flourish and share.

So let's march forward, with education as our guide,

And build a nation, where love and peace reside.

For a brighter future, we must strive and seek,

To strengthen our nation, with the powerful weapon of education unique.

INDIA 🇮🇳BHARAT 

January 15,2024 

Baraut, Baghpat, UP, India

Dr. Ashok Kumar

International Peace Activist & Social Activist

  

Ms. Til  Kumari Sharma

Ms. Til  Kumari Sharma  as  a Multi Award Winner in writing  from an international  literary branch is  from  "Prestigious Bashyal Brahmin Family" of  Bhorle- Hile, Paiyun 7, Parbat, Gandaki, West Nepal.  Her parents are Mr. Hari Prasad Basel / Bashyal Sharma ( Mayor of Village Assembly in the time of Kingdom ) and Mrs. Lila Devi Bhusal/Bashyal as social  activist.  Til is the grand-daughter of Mr. Hari Prasad Bhusal and Parbata ( Purna Kala) Kafle (Mother's parents) from Uram, Parbat, and  Mr. Lila Ballav  Bashyal and Jamuna  Neupane ( Her father's parents). Til has three elder brothers and one elder sister  from her own mother's side. Til is known as Pushpa too. She has her school as (Shree ) Janata Ma. Vi. Bhorle, Parbat, Gandaki, I. A. from People's Campus, Paknajol, Kathmandu. She has her B.A. from R. R. Campus, Pradarshani Marg, Kathmandu, B.Ed. (Eng. and Pop. ) from T. U. Kirtipur and M.A. from Tribhuvan University ( English Department ), Kirtipur Kathmandu. She has finished her L.LB from Nepal Law Campus Pradarshani Marg, Kathmandu. Her PhD in English Literature is from Singhania University Pacheri Bari, Jhunjhunu in Rajasthan ( India). Her writing career had  begun to flourish from Kirtipur, Kathmandu, capital city of Nepal. She became a  writer in the time of the civil war of Nepal. She is feminist too. Her writing is made with simple words which is understood by world people. Her poems are translated into Chinese, Italian, Arabic, Korean, Russian, Spanish, Hindi, Bengali, Turkish  and many others. She writes literary writings in English and Nepali languages. She is Hindu by religion. But she respects all religions. She is concerned in an art and  has published many thousands of poems, some essays, stories and other  literary writings in the international  magazines, groups and anthologies from ( amazon)  Russia, America, England, France, Germany, Cuba,  Mexico, Kosovo, Albania, Argentina, Hong Kong, Greece, Philippines, Hungary, Chile, Scotland, Trinidad and Tobago, Spain, Sweden, Algeria, Italy, Serbia,  South Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, North Africa, Tunisia, Egypt, Brazil, Lebanon, Morocco, Tajikistan,  Bangladesh, Pakistan, Turkey,  Indonesia, Japan, Jordon, China,  South Korea, India, Nepal and many  other  countries. She is  a featured-poet  and best-selling  co-author too. She is the world-renowned  poet  now.  She is  a poet and co- organizer of the World Record Book named HYPERPOEM. She is one of many artists to break a participant record  to write a poem about the  Eiffel Tower of France. She is an international peace ambassador of Bangladesh and ambassador of Moncheri Escapes of India and IACL, Palestine- Gaza, USA, China and so on.  Her important painting is " Poetic Legend of Asia" made by Ukeme Udo from Nigeria and digital painting by an artist of Cuba ( Candido Cuenca). Her World Personality is published in MultiArt magazine from Argentina, biography from Mexico, Russia, Lebanon and so on. She is selected  in the cover page of Asia ( Continent )  in Humanity Magazine of Russia, Trap Magazine of Egypt and Pachagazine of Kenya. Now she is in Kirtipur Kathmandu. She is never highlighted as an author by her own people or relatives' media and politics of Nepal. She has got  "World Creative HERO" &  "Asia Creative Hero" awards by  LOANI: "Leaders of All Nations International"  and  Asia Creative Heroes Agenda. She is coordinator of Panorama Int. Festival 2025. She has participated in  " The Joy to the World Poetry Festival ( World Poetic Fraternity), the largest literary meeting of poets around the world  from Texas. She has got gold and silver award from Global Poetry Forum, United Poets@ Heart, & POP. She has got first, second and third position from The Street Prophet and Destiny Ink Publishers of Kenya.

 

 

   The  Sound of Justice & Ethics in My Poetry:

 

 I reported the fact of my surroundings.

 People used to speak vulgar gossip and abusive words only.

Youth and few males  speak abusive words and rough words.

 In stead of respect to art,  they may be spit on our ethical doings.

 But the media of Nepal can not report fact.

 It moves in competition.

 It reports to bring only hierarchy.

 The truth is composed in my poetry.

 Nepali Media used to hide  shortcomings of people.

 Justice is zero.

 Everything is bought by money.

 The loyal justice  is in unseen place.

 The beauty is apparent there.

 The dirty voice of material world is  praised and supported by media and people.

Those who dominate sisters/ mothers are in the female  community.

 The hidden thieves of property and ideas are in home to street to follow us.

 My spiritual journey is  ignored.

 Justice is with lawyer’s profit.

 The so-called educated and uneducated women are breaking other's  home by exchanging body to associate material joy.

 Politics used to sell mother/ sisters.

 The political leaders are materialistic that they do whatever for money.

 There is no way to find truth.

 So my poetry brings sound of  justice which is supported by nature.

  Injustice is covering to power of  the politics.

 So here how to survive with ethics is difficult.

 Ego of family as in Kingdom makes us helpless.

 In progress of sister,  there is  competition   among brothers,  sisters,  relatives, friends, sister -in -laws and daughter -in- laws  to show ego.

No one is scholarly born.

 Brothers rise their wives.

Sisters rise their husbands.

 Relatives are talkative in the wound of injustice.

 In that wound, they place the enemies' s gang inside home.

 There is nowhere to go to have survival.

 Relative's voice is unbearable  somewhere but they invite to visit them.

 We have to leave without wrong doing from where we live.

 Mother seems at distance due to these bad and talkative people.

 Homeless they make us.

 Heart attack may enter here.

 No one is here of self to make survival.

 Their survival is not lovable for me.

 So searching justice is  in my poetry.

 Some beasts see me scammer and fake.

 Where is justice?

 In flames of fire?

 In  waves of sea?

 Inside volcano?

 Where is justice?

 No , not in court of false power?

 No in national politics?

 Justice is bought by money by them.

 The truth of life is in the words of my original creativity that is in art of writing.

 Are these conspirators ethical who tell me mad?

 Am I wrong?

 All love power of money and politics.

 ( It is reported when I am near Kirtipur Party Palace )

 

 Jan.15-2025

© Til Kumari Sharma ( Pushpa   Bashyal)

Paiyun 7- Hile

 Parbat, West Nepal

 Now Kirtipur, Kathmandu near Kirtipur Party Palace.

 

 

 

 

 

Lily Baylon Escritora

Mis letras con sentimiento de hoy Lunes:

espero sea de vuestro agrado.

Un lindo inicio de semana para todos.

"Tú puedes'

En un cielo color carmesi de un mágico atardecer una mariposita blanca revolteaba con sus alas

formando a su frágil paso

la poderosa frase.

..."Tú puedes".

En un mar que no tiene fin

rodeado por sus doradas

arenas en esa misma tarde

de cielo tan rojo, tan rojo

un bello pez con saltitos

juguetones y ojitos saltones

también decía:

...Tú puedes"

En una noche de eclipse lunar

cuando la luna está más roja que nunca,

roja, roja y la tierra que intenta

y que quiere bloquear

la luz del sol, son las

estrellas parpadeantes,

mas brillantes las que

se forman y puedes leer

..."Tú puedes"

En un campo rodeado por hernosas flores

rojas silvestres, naturalmente, todo

hecho por la mano de Dios, tanto los lirios,

como los tulipanes,

las camelias, claveles, y las rosas,

todas rojas, ellas con su belleza, inspiran,los conceptos de la vida más importantes.que son promover; el amor y la paz.

No pares, asi te sientas que no puedes más,

levántate y continúa una y otra vez

..."Tú puedes"

   Agustina Acuña

🙏GRACIAS DIOS

             POR TANTO🙏 

Dios me regaló tanta felicidad... 

Tanto amor que abrazar... 

y si en algunos momentos

hay pequeños nubarrones, 

no se comparan a todo lo grande, que Papá Dios me entregó.

La Vida... Para disfrutar

de las maravillas de su creación,

y aunque mis pies no tuvieron oportunidad de conocer tanto paisaje diverso... 

No importa, porque mi

prodigiosa mente llena de fantasía aunada al vuelo de mis letras, me transportan a lugares inimaginables.

Me entregó la posibilidad

de ser como Él, "Maestra" 

para moldear vidas de tanto

ser humano, que se cruzaron

en mi existencia para sembrar

en sus corazones "El amor Divino"

Me regalaste la posibilidad

de escribir mis garabatos

y con ellos inundar de fé

y esperanza a quienes por

diversos motivos, no pueden

 o no quieren escucharte...

Y con ello saborear el enorme placer de sentirme amada, por

la gente que me lee, escucha y me regala sus hermosos comentarios. 

Me enviaste al mundo

con un corazón gigante...

Con amor suficiente. Tanto pero... Tanto... Que a veces creo humildemente poder

transformarlo, con tan sólo

repartir amor a manos llenas.

Me hiciste mamita de dos

seres humanos inigualables

que me quieren, me engríen

y me visten de tanto afecto.

Estoy segura con su inteligencia

y tu ayuda llegarán muy lejos.

Gracias Dios de amor...

Por poner en mi camino a personas que iluminan mi vida, con colores que salen de sus bondadosos y sinceros corazones.

¡Gracias por tanto mi amado Dios!

¡Me diste tanto... sin Yo merecerlo!

       Agustina Acuña

       Agustina de Perú

Perú, 13 Enero 2021

 Hearty thanks  dear editor Manik Chakr

Ada Rizzo

POEM 

In the Silence of the World

I open my eyes  

peace is still locked away in the drawer of dreams  

It dwells in the inner universe of each one,  

a heavy cocoon, it cannot become a butterfly,  

it struggles to fly beyond words and futile wars  

It wishes to rest between the eyelashes of a child to lull him into serene sleep  

It longs to transform every mortar blast  

into a symphony of life  

that resonates in the silence of our souls  

Long is the journey of peace,  

fraught with pitfalls,  

walls to break down,  

bridges of courage to build,  

to traverse together, step by step.  

Let each of us become the creator of a work of art,  

a delicate fabric in which the warp and weft are intertwined threads of hope and dreams.  

In this dark, impoverished world,  

may peace be light for our hopes,  

an invitation to see diversity  

not as a threat but as an opportunity.  

In the silence of the world, the call for peace resonates every day: let us listen to it!  

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Alicia Susana López

 "Frente a Dios"

Estoy aquí...

Aquí donde nadie me ve.

Aquí en el ensueño sutil

del cielo mío

celeste y añil.

Dónde me dejó llevar

por la magnificencia

y la deslumbrante luz 

de tu presencia.

Me guía tu voz que suave

se desliza, como una oración.

La que se detiene en mis labios.

La que arrulla, sustenta,

me eleva, me orienta

hacia el jardín o eden 

que me alimenta

con aromas de niveos 

jazmines y berbenas.

Estoy aquí...

Frente a la imágen de la

resurrección.

Aquí frente a la vida eterna.

Frente a la creación.

Frente a Dios...

Hecho misterio.

Hecho alabanza 

Estoy aquí...

Pétalos de luz

impregnan mi alma.

Alicia Susana López 

Argentina.

 ENES HALILOVIĆ

SPEEDY YEARS 

autumn. 

and numerous medications for bloating. 

on the streets people armed with semi truths. 

the winters and wars are coming, 

and only two trades remain:  

historians and gravediggers. 

SHORE 

Zef, Catholic, Albanian. old man with a youthful smile. 

with a hoarse and quiet voice like any other 

farmer would have. if you travel from Bar to Ulcinj, 

on the right, close to the sea is where his garden lies. 

around ten acres. he cleared out the maquis 

removed the snakes' nests, dusted swarms of mosquitos. 

now, this landscape gazes into the sea: the trees  

neatly planted and carefully tended 

as if sprouting between two eyes. below them 

a rock licked by the sea. I gaze into the garden, again and again- 

refreshed by the times departed. 

I listen to the waves and tire myself with the years to come. 

there, above the house, peaches of noble sap grow 

and tangerines that diseases shy away from. 

along the fence black and white grapes, 

vines tangled like braids. 

below the house, oranges offering their thin-skinned fruit, 

without a single pit, and kiwi, stretching towards the terrace, 

with its fruit swinging 

in the sea breeze. 

there are the lemon trees, their fruits 

shining with pride like stars. and wise figs 

converting the light into cure. and four olive trees, 

on the cliff, flickering and whispering. by the garden 

lies the path

I often took. come in, have a pick, 

he would say, and I declined, hesitant. 

and then he would pick the fruit he offered. 

Zef, an old man with a youthful smile. 

dug, watered and sailed away. to the other shore. 

 

A WOMAN AND ME 

on the bus: 

a woman next to me, reading my book, 

reading my words. 

and myself, silent, curious: 

a strange woman with my book 

and me, stranger to her- 

feeling shame,like a fetus would 

if it was watching its parents at the moment of conception. 

it went on, that woman's reading 

hopping from verse to verse, from page to page. 

and then, she pressed my book to her bosom 

and travelled in her thoughts. 

and I was safe, like a young kangaroo 

in its mother's po

uch.  

Translated from Serbian by Katarina Ristanović Acović

Aut. Mary Espinosa Peña

 SI YO FUERA ÉL

Pasaría horas frente al espejo mirándome 

con los ojos entrecerrados,

y saldría a caminar de la mano conmigo 

misma.

Si yo fuera él haría de mi boca un beso

y de mi nombre una canción,

si pudiera convertirme en él

cerraría todas las puertas 

y me embriagaría envuelta 

en mi propia fragancia.

Siendo él, acabaría de robarle

todo el verdor a las montañas 

para esconderlo en mis pupilas.

Yo en su lugar tendría menos amigos

y más horas libres 

para pasarlas conmigo.

Si yo fuerza él

estaría todo el tiempo

con una mano en el bolsillo!

Aut. Mary Espinosa Peña

La novia de Cuba

Oblivion

 

Oblivion

 

Like an ocean wave,

Which forces the small fishes?

Onto the sandy beach,

And forgets to take them back,

 

Like the cyclone winds,

With its immense power,

Devastates  all nature on its way,

And forgets to restore it to how it was, 

 

Like a furious better half,

Who burns everything? 

She has nurtured so long,

Regardless of everything and anyone,

Forgets all civility and courtesy,

 

Likewise  'you,'

Ignoring the sweetness of living,

Preserving masculine pleasures,

Forget all about family and love,

Affection and humanity.

 Biography

 

NEHA BHANDARKAR is hailed from India. She is widely published Iconic trilingual author in Marathi, Hindi and English languages.  She is published author of 16 books in 3 languages. She is also a genuine translator. Her poems have been translated into more than 15 international languages and published in many countries.

She embellished with numerous national and international awards for her consummate literary skill. 

She has bagged Hindi State Sahithya Academy Award twice, from Government of India.

Her articles and poems are  included in syllabus in Amravati and other Universities of India.

Her poems have been broadcast on Quichotte Radio, FRANCE and Hindi Radio, CHICAGO (USA).

She is a International Peace Ambassador of Global Nation, Bangladesh and Cultural, Peace and Humanity Ambassador appointed by (IFCH) International Forum of Creativity and Humanity, Morocco country.