August issue 2021.1st part

 সকল কবি এবং পাঠকদের জানাই আন্তরিক শুভেচ্ছা এবং ভালোবাসা।

                  Welcome to 

  our all poets and readers.

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Editor. Nihar Ranjan Das

Siliguri , Darjeeling, 

Editorial teams .......

Madhu Gangopadhyay, 

Bangalore , India .

Mala Chakraborty , 

Nodia . West Bengal,India .

Smita Gupta Biswas ,

Kolkata, West Bengal , India .

Sujata Ghosh Roy .

Kolkata .West Bengal,  India .

Subrata Roychoudhury 

Siliguri,West Bengal , India  .

Monju Ghosh Choudhury,

Siliguri , west Bengal India .

Sujit Baksi , Siliguri , west Bengal , India .

Sanjita Das laskar, Silchar, Assam , India.

Bilash Ghosh , Hoogli ,west Bengal , India ,

Kakoli Ghosh( moon) , Baharampur , west Bengal , India .

Daniela Marian , Romania.

Gerlinde Staffler, Italy.

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Editorial ....

Only poem, song, and drama can break the chain and bring a free yard.  Today the whole world is before us in an authoritarian form.  We will break this chain, to walk our path with this vow.

শৃঙ্খল ভেঙে এক মুক্ত উঠোন আনতে পারে কেবল কবিতা , গান , নাটক । আজ সমস্ত পৃথিবী এক স্বৈরাচারী রূপ নিয়ে আমাদের সামনে । এই শৃঙ্খল আমরা ভাঙবো এই ব্রত নিয়ে আমাদের পথ চলা ।

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          MiroslavaPanayotova                             ( Bulgaria )

Ancient light

When a lot of time passes
the artifact shines
inside
as if there was a lamp in it
which illuminates
the soul of the man
who has passed
in the afterlife long ago
I experienced this some time ago
in the museum
considering antiques
and it was as if the sculptures were shining
from within
and the stone was glittering with eternal light
saved its author
it was only marked
the era
and maybe it was written
"unknown author" too

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Alexey Kalakutin 

( Russia )

RETURNING TO GOD

"Lord, I cry out to you, listen 

remember the voice of my prayer ”. 

Psalm 140

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me 

to me with a star of truth in the constellation of lies. 

Explain to me, how the earthly torment will end? 

A series of boring days that drains to death? 

Or is it that no one will ever know?

Guide me, guide me, guide me, guide me 

to a world where the rains do not cry of sadness, 

a world of smiles, funny and happy songs, 

to a world where eternal happiness and tenderness are in the chest, 

where my little world is interesting for everyone.

Protect me, protect me, protect me, protect me 

of the vices that I will find along the way. 

I am earthly and subject to material influence 

Stay with me, help me walk the path 

Help me not to shake my foundation!

Confirm me, confirm me, confirm me, confirm me 

that I will still see you ahead. 

All hope is in you, comfort is your word.

Take me out of earthly doubts, 

and I will believe in happiness again, as in my youth.

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                   হাফিজুর রহমান

 ‌‌                    (‌‌ বাংলাদেশ )

জীবনযাপন 

বৃষ্টিপতনের সুরে অকারণ শুনি কেন বজ্রপাতধ্বনি !

মগজের ভিতরে যেন খেলা করে হাওয়ার হুইসেল ! সাপ ?

হৃদয়ের গাঢ় অভ্যন্তরে স্টিমারের একঘেঁয়ে হরিৎ বেদনা

অথবা কি বৈরী কামানের ধোঁয়া অবিরাম ঝরে ঝরঝর !

কেন যে এমন হয় ! অবিশ্রান্ত বর্ষণের সমস্ত বিকেলটাই

পাঁজরের হাড়জুড়ে ঢুকে যায় গম্ভীরতম বাঁশরী-স্বভাবে,

গাছেরা যেমন দুলে ওঠে হাওয়ার মাতাল সংশ্রবে, কেঁপে ওঠে

বুক বিচিত্র বিন্যাসে ! বেদনার মতো বালি হয়ে কাঁপায় হৃদয় !

এ কোন অসুখ তবে ! সমুদ্রের ঢেউ হয়ে দুলে ওঠে প্রাণ !

কবিতাকে বিদায় জানাতে চায়, বলে টা টা...

তবে কি প্রেম-বিনাশী কোনো অন্ধকার নিয়েছে আড়াল

রক্তের ভিতরে খুব ? হয়তোবা তাই ! হয়তোবা নয় !

জীবনের দেয়ালেই তবু খুঁজে ফিরি সমূহ প্রত্যয় !

জীবনে জ্বালাই দীপ আলোকিত বেদনা-নাশক !

বরফ-শীতল খুব অনন্ত বর্ষণে ভিজে ভিজে ক্লান্তিটুকু 

মুছে ফেলি নিরন্তর শব্দে-ছন্দে-উপমা-বিন্যাসে ! কবিতায় !

['আত্মসমর্পণের আগে']

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                     Jannat R. A.

                        (London)

You Are Beautiful 

I see your beauty in the morning dawn, in every droplet of the morning dew

In the twilight and the purple hue

In the darkness of a black night, when the stars shine bright

In the deep blue oceans, the snow capped mountains and the vastness of a blue sky

As far as the eyes wonder they see your splendour...

I see your beauty in the simple mud houses

In the eyes of the young

In the spirit of the old and weary

And the destitute

I see your beauty in all your creation

In every colour

In every nation

In every soul that ever walked the earth...

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                   মৌসুমী ভৌমিক

                 ‌‌ ‌‌‌      (‌ ভারত )

উত্তমাশা

এক অঘোষিত নিয়মে 

একুশ শতকে রুদ্ধ হয়েছে পথ 

উহান থেকে সর্বত্র চলাচল নিষিদ্ধ, 

এমন তো হবার কথা ছিলনা... 

রাতের পর রাত মৃত্যু-চিন্তাগুলো

মাথা থেকে নেমে এসে 

খোঁজে বিপন্ন চোখদুটো

পৃথিবীর মিশকালো ঘরে, 

এমন তো হবার কথা ছিলনা... 

ছেলে এম.এ পাশ করে 

প্রফেশনাল বেকার প্রায় দুবছর , 

ফাঁকা রেললাইনের ধার দিয়ে 

অলসপায়ে হাঁটাহাঁটি সময় ...

এমন তো হবার কথা ছিলনা ,

এখন আমার শ্বাস বন্ধ ভাব

জ্বর আসার পরপরই বুকের ভেতর শব্দ হতে থাকে বাঁশির মত

চিত হলেই বাড়ে

আর কতদিন এভাবে? 

তবু যেন মনে হয়

জীবনের সাথে প্রতিটি মুহূর্ত বেঁধে রেখে

এক অনন্তরূপী দৃশ্য হয়ে উঠি আবার ।

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                       Valda Fogaca

                            ( Brazil )

You fly on vulture wings 

 Fly over the fallen corpses

In the barren ground of justice; not even

You realize that not everything is carrion.

 You fly over polluted sea waves,

Where Whales and dead fish dance.

 Fly over the burning forests,

Where animals stagger asphyxiated,

Running away from the flames, leaving for

Bring your charred puppies.

 

They_ flora and fauna are begging you

In the despair of your agony. 

Cloud of smoke extended to the sky

polluting atmosphere while you

It grows in your moment of flight.

 But, you will drown in the illusion

From your omnipotence you will write to the

World farewell and suicide letters. 

There will be no shortcoming to apologize

Nor will there be time to apologize.

 And when you observe from above a poet writes:

 

 "A human being killed himself desiring to know God..."

In rhetoric I told him: Not only one!

All humanity kills itself, always if not by God

It's for the devil no matter what method of suicide,

 All lead humanity to stupidity, all are

 Imprisoned by the absurdity of their thoughts.

At the end of each episode there is only emptiness,

In this spiral, time does not sleep.

I am the appalled reader...

I am not the pieces of this puzzle.

I am the anguish in the eyes of the innocent that prepares

To get out of the ailing uterus through a steep passageway,

Finally ending up in an ocean of sharks

Hungry and Crazed by an excess of narcotics.

Your destiny, oh poor innocent, is the deep dive

 In that “acid ocean,” heavily corrosive mind.

The voices of despair are watery... And,

As feverish as the laments were loud.

The beasts fight each other until the strongest gives

Jumps of joy at seeing his prey toppled torn apart.

 

Oh! Humans reap their fellow man to satiate

 Its fierce thirst for dominance and forging ahead

Always with your torment? Where is there logic in all this?

 Soothe the spirit while it's breathless!

 In the end it will be neither common nor rich, they will be rotten flesh; "It is like

 If they ran after the wind all the time”.

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                   Chen Hsiu-chen 

                             ( Taiwan ) 

Cactus is Praying

The cactusi is praying to the sky without a cloud

but still

no rain falls.

Whether crying is

easier than praying

to be heard by God?

But the cactus has not learned 

how to cry since ancient times up to date.

The cactus just persists 

to pray in the morning

also in the evening. 

I have overheard it.

Oh, my Neruda,

I prayed for your coming in the season without you.

I learned to use your language

to pray on sunny day

also on rainy day.

You are more difficult than God to hear

my mumbling prayer on my knees.

I learned from the cactus

keep going on praying.

The prayer may be a gust of wind

waking your ears at once

at a certain instant.

(English Translation by Lee Kuei-shien)

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                 Mihaela Melnic
                              ( Italy ) 

MIRROR

Yesterday in my mirror
there was
lack of faith, of grace
and of verse

lack of rhyme
worthy a dime and
of chime

lack of depth
in the glance, like in trance

everything there was missing
and absent were even the words
to express it

But there was rage
in that silver
mingled with sand
when the virtual mouth
cursed
and prayed
and yelled
with dreadful strength

The virtual flesh
of my image
nothing felt

but who stood in front of my mirror
sensed
the shadow of the wolf
that will soon lacerate
and devour it all

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Scott Thomas Outlar

(Atlanta)

Sacrificial Nibble

The frequency is static behind dormant eyes

pulsing sideways left to right

 

I want to lick its fear from your forehead

and spit shine twice despite the plague

 

Jesus never said it was wrong to judge

just that you’d better be

well prepared to receive

all the flak that fires

back in kind

 

kiss the spot that aches the most

and sharpen your tongue for the lashing

 

save your teeth for new hungers .

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             The End of 1st part.