our all poets and readers.
Editor. Nihar Ranjan Das
Siliguri , Darjeeling,
West Bengal , India.
Editorial and coordinator team
Bangalore , India .
Mala Chakraborty ,
Kalyani . West Bengal,India .
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Kolkata, West Bengal , India .
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Kolkata .West Bengal, India .
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.
Marlene pasini , Maxico .
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 ।
( MEXICO )
ROUTE IN BLUE
Armored by the Rif Mountains
a fantasy of bluish pearls are your stairs
its streets and its seductive Kasbah
Chefchaouen sapphire city
cheerful charm of its corners
that give shelter to traveling souls cold
seasons that collect legends
lost cats every sunrise
between a prayer from the Quran
Wrapped in a caftan of glory
through its labyrinths the murmur is heard
of Umayyad stories and Berber shadows
tears from an Andalusian poem
in the anonymous voice of a Sufi mystic
Doors like paintings of a surreal dream
oracles that the evening fills every moment
like a stroke of a staff over the moroccan valley
route of all fragrances
that time leaves in its wake hermits
rumbling hearts by the spell of the lute
eternity of paradise
that remembers the ninety-nine names of Allah.
( America )
Yes, may I help you, to the nature of this sound upon wood
I hear this and the best of my intentions, is to answer this good
OK now, I am getting the drift, as if I am deaf, and I just feel the sound
As if there is a person behind the door, asking to be found
What if I were blind, and the rasp upon the door, would it scare?
Even blind I could feel if it was danger, on the other side of there
As does the blind and deaf I have studied, their lives, they live it more real
Because loss of sight and hearing, their instincts teach them to feel
What if??? Let's say, I were a leper, back in the days of your son on earth
I too hearing of your son's arrival, would call out and be proud to beg in the dirt
Master I would say, you are the one sent from above, I am a sinner, a leper of no worth
I would have cried and thanked my lord and savior, for my healing, my rebirth
So yeah danny boy here, just remember God please as my words I roll as coins
Relax Judas I ain't Jesus, no 30 coins here, no blood plot, this is just a poem
So Alright God, no disrespect, just wanted to let you know, help me out, you know props?
But just remember though Father, no pride comes from this pilgrimage, just tear drops
What if dumb, I could not say a word, people would look and laugh at my babble
Why would someone be better because I couldn't talk, what if throat cancer, my saddle
Harness those reigns, so God I am just thinking for other's
I believe in you as a Father, a healer, and in Jesus, we're all sister and brother's
So ok I could write a book on this whole concept alone, so to those reading
Have you felt anything yet, we all should share the same love, is this intriguing ?
Because I am writing this to God for real, even if not on Facebook, he sees it all
So I want him to know my humbleness, my love for him, my reason to call
So yeah, I'm a bayou boy, so yeah, God??? May I call you daddy, or dad
I am trying to say something to you, like any kinda test I hope the results are glad
Anyway, I am simple, well you know I once was in special ed, that's another story
But you have given me a path to walk, it's hard and narrow, but I see this path is glory
So I started this with a knock, knock, I believe in you God, I'm no Rudolph, let alone prancer
But I know I have the love in me and lights, that could heal diseases, even cancer
All I ask of you Father, is don't wake up Jesus in me, if you're not willing to answer
( Italy )
Missing My Sun
Stumbling heart falls over sharp pain
Missing my sun is like being in chain
Mountains so high, looking so grey and wrong
My light, lost in the sky, to you I belong
Sick waterfall bursts through hard rock
Down a sobbing valley, freed from any block
Pouring out in vivid desire to speak
To the only heart I restlessly seek
I'll follow the scent of heaven in air
Directing my will to find and to dare
To give a surprise to my yearning song
Quick is the night, the day no more long
Faithful to the promising velvet horizon
I gather my courage in cell and bone
Like gulls I move over an ocean stream
To get peace in the arms of my dream.
A DREAM SUMMER
I think I loved you
I could see you troubled
with your eyes he saw,
he had secretly loved you
and the wind and the sea,
you carried in your soul
a longing, a burden,
It was like someone was holding you
in a fortress tower
full of mystery,
you had at your feet
It had been stolen from you
You wanted to run
towards the waves,
you had a thin body,
I caught you in a dream
I think I love you
I only want to live in your JOY
O BELOVED CREATOR!
Is there a better place to live?
On the distant horizon heaven and earth meet.
The sea reaches the ocean and they become ONE.
So, I want to be able to JOIN YOU
in this time, in all times
at all times.
in UNION WITH YOU, GREAT SPIRIT,
IT ONLY REMAINS FOR ME TO ENJOY
THE DIVINE JOY OF YOUR LOVE.
I shall only live in half
An open treasure remained in my heart,
The memory of a beautiful and eternal love.
Maybe someday it will be written in the book,
With golden letters seen in our sight.
I was wearing a string of red beads around my neck,
Like my voluptuous, brightly contoured lips.
That day, my love, you followed in my footsteps,
Under the blue bright sky and the burning sun.
Your eyes and hands were grazing my cleavage,
Like a flash of lightning in a storm.
Falls of longing were merging on your body,
And two bodies under the moonlight as well.
I will lock away our treasures,
And I will keep it for lonely times.
Maybe I'll even shed a tear by the window,
I won't ever forget you, because I shall only live in half.
He was moaning in the waves
The clocks of the world were flashing.
The finesse of the moment dresses me in shawls
Petals open behind them.
A whisper speaks to me waving
The deep looks like the scene of another time.
The outline of a meandering steam
It makes me shudder in the season.
I shut up and listen ... I look out to sea
Stained glass of love and mother-of-pearl
Fiery riots I write with pleasure
Dreaming of the moment when I hold you to my chest.
Heart, rose and thorns
That the love born from the bottom of the soul mattered,
what did the crying in my eyes matter,
that it mattered that with your goodbye you poured my soul into the cracks of the same darkness,
that my suffering poured out in the shadow of the inquisitive night mattered,
the one that got lost in the folds of the moon,
that hid her crying in the middle of a blanket of stars while the breeze covered her with sweetness ...
Heart, rose and thorns pierced by the dagger of pain,
blood flowing through the confines of the body that resists when suffering,
lips drinking the chalice that flows from the eyes,
a sacred poison that slowly kills in every drop that penetrates the pores of the skin ...
Heart, rose and thorns bloody by the pitiful goodbye of a vile who did not know how to love,
and pierced his chest with treachery, shaking the flesh of the unhappy woman who believed in his words of love ...
Heart, rose and thorns,
that mourn the misery of a full moon night idyll in the pampas and plains of lust that unleashed a kiss that the wind carried away to the hidden cemeteries of solitude,
and that rests in an open grave where one day the blackest rose will be born, the forbidden fruit of a lost love ...
I LOVE YOU BLUE
No, don't ask me
why my eyes
I cry with blue tears ...
Don't ask me to admit it
that it's because of the color of your eyes ...
You are my hope and my dream,
everything I do
with blue paint ...
No, don't ask me
why i love you so much
why my heart
so happy for you ...
Don't ask me anything
because I don't know the answer,
I just know that me
blue distances break ...
Everything is blue
lives in my eye
sky, sea, stone ...
And my love shines
in blue ...
It's blue in the heart
my love flame ...
everything is blue
what exists in me.
Plastic bags, bags of trash,
Are piled up like a hill
Sits in a deeply-dug basin
Plenty of plastic bags are dumped there
In the expectation that they will disappear from the world
Just like rotten human corpses
Covered with dust
Rest in peace, the useless bones!
Your voice, my beloved makes song
Your eyes blow sad verses
Your laugh has something fantastic
That shines in every thousand steps
Your lips sink into my mouth water
Your skin, cold blanket that smothers fire in me
I surrender to your breathing that suffocates me
Like someone swimming in a river of jasmine
No my love, it's not being romantic
It's just feeling, the immensity of love
Virgo like the moon, no pain
No my love, it's not being romantic
It's kissing your soul in a dramatic way
Taste world peace and enjoy the taste...
I wish, my love,
to be two drops of dew,
of a serene morning.
Have you ever seen,
how are dewdrops courted at dawn?
They roll, hurriedly, towards each other,
trembling, in the desire to merge.
They combine their vim on the eyelash of the day, for a moment,
in a consensual kiss of death,
they are then given to the dust,
in an eternal embrace.
A fascinating prelude to life.
Let me hug your heart,
I'll catch her in my chest forever!
Tell me I'm your only love,
that we will carry, in the palm of our hands,
the light of eternity!
If I end up dreaming,
you look for me beyond the bedroom of the moon.
Destiny is written in our dreams.
Release your dream, love!
Urge him to run to fulfillment!
Doesn't the cry of my heart ring in your eardrums?
My soul is the voluntary prisoner
of a body that seeks you in every ray of light.
All my gestures lead to your lips,
in an insatiable desire to suck their nectar.
You appeared in my way in a spring breeze
and you have taken root in my heart
seduced by the floral aromas.
Today...I want the sea all to myself
bathe my naked body
On your targets foam sheets
what mermaid ,
enchanting your sailor
Fertilized by your salt kisses
two lovers in sweet reverie
Making of the sand...
Ah! sand... jealous wife
in the face of so much happiness
so much complicity
Today I want the sea just for me
delve into its mysteries
Between splashes I'm your calm
Breaking of its troubled waters
In silence, the breeze that caresses
making me melody,
Poetry without verse,
From this sea...
Of this sea, which today is mine alone....
In the beginning was the Word
The word was the living God.
And would Light.
God gave it to people yes
covers the Darkness.
In his unconditional love yes
Man Thought to learn and progress.
Soon Thought took over.
Man and Woman begin
to ask for more, Anger arose.
He began to attack a little
to all the sacred, the Love of which
are made and the Truth that testifies
about their existence. Cast anger
a stone to the Truth, unable to bear his own
an ugly, crooked, evil face.
Then the Lie appears, wanting to humiliate her
he threw another stone, not knowing
to defend himself, Truth seeks refuge for itself.
It all looks Cunning, lures her
to come out of hiding, offering protection.
Honest, as she was, she believes, made
mistake and come out. At that moment, they appear
Pride and Jealousy, now so distraught
because of his real face, which they could not bear.
The light covers the Darkness, ashamed of the naked,
unprotected Truth. Everyone is wondering, where is God, why
The Creator allows everything to happen before his eyes.
God is love, he gave us free will. The man is inclined
to abuse it, he can do whatever he wants for a while,
but not as long as he wants. Light is stronger than Darkness, Truth will
go out and show up, when the time comes. Until then, date
it is our free will to reconsider our actions.
( Germany )
Where are you ???
Where my beautiful poet flies,
On what paths in the night and you get lost,
And what thoughts are you sinking into again?
I'm waiting for you to write me a verse again.
I look for you every sunny morning,
Don't hide behind the pain again,
Turns love into spring,
And we will live happiness in the summer days ....
I wrote you a letter of lived love,
Maybe you remember me,
You didn't send me your answer
I was hoping to be the flower of love today.
I was looking for you in the wonderful visions,
You are a sad and thoughtful soul beloved,
From the last moments I have every night,
In a dream that always embraces me.
At night I look at you on the full moon,
In your eyes I read the sadness that gathers,
Tears of my longing from afar,
Wishing to be together again.
Wherever you go, a lost soul in dreams
Gather tears and lost glances,
For your divine love, I transform,
In the flock of birds, let me look at you when I fly
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