Friday, 31 December 2021

Happy new year 2022

Ghorsowar
world wide web magazine
2022
Happy new year 2022


Shaswati Chatterjee


I can swim across the oceans of fire
And climb up the icy stairs of moon
To get to you....

I wrote words for you
And they wore strange hues of beauty
To make an artist out of me!

They caged our arms
And barred our sky
Still we never forgot to fly...

           Marlene Pasini

Asuán 

“La caravana ha oteado las umbrías del Aqiq,
los árboles del ben y las mimosas que jalonan sus colinas,
dando a conocer el finísimo aroma que se difunde
de una tierra en la que se asienta la fragancia más excelsa” 

A las puertas del gran desierto nubio
me hablan las aguas del Nilo su añoranza
y contemplo sus corrientes como una procesión azul
sol de la tarde
brillos encendidos
alas de grullas que se pierden al atardecer
El asombro se apresa de mi
ante la fastuosa arquitectura inglesa
de ornamento victoriano
y palabras que en secreto aun cuentan
el ingenio asombroso de Agatha Christie
con su “Muerte en el Nilo”
Las falucas egipcias con sus níveas velas
como nubes soñolientas sobre el río
atraviesan las cataratas de Asuán
yo contemplo alas de sombra
resbalar con su misterio intacto
entre las palmeras de la Isla Elefantina
¿qué sueños reposan en sus rocas?
Sobre las altas dunas
un mausoleo de granito rosa
resguarda memorias sempiternas del Aga Khan
y en el último recorrido de la faluca
aparece el pueblo nubio
con su festín de cuento colorido
entre dunas y camellos
envueltos en sus chilabas grises
con olor a incienso y mirra
los pobladores con su piel turmalina
se acercan con insistencia
con una sonrisa
con pan y miel entre sus manos.

   Madhu Mukhapadhyay

The frosted Heart!

The sheet of white cover the sepia ground
The naked trees, sombre in silver dust,
No birds sing on dried twigs
For days no sun show up!

The eyes travel to miles yonder
The bright landscape smiles
Captured in the mind’s camera
Those stored images flash by!

The chill penetrates through the gaps
Inside the heater blows, yet within 
The chambers of the heart 
Numb pain flows! Interrupting the silence
The firewood crackle, the fiercely glowing fireplace,
Reminiscent of warm loving days!
The falling temperature outside
The sparkling wine’s bubbles,
The tongue tastes the lips, now dry,
Layers of frost spread in the ribs
Intoxicating affection trapped in 
Shattered heart’s rubble!
©️#madmusings❤️

     মহুয়া দাস

উত্তরাধিকার 
           
রেখে যাও রোদ, ছায়া, জল,
বৃক্ষতল
তোমার যা কিছু অর্জন।
আমার শিরা, উপশিরা 
বুঝে নেবে সব।
তোমার অতিক্রান্ত পথ
আমার অল্প বয়সী চোখের ধাঁধা।
পথের নুড়ি কাঁকর, যা মাড়িয়ে গেছ,
আমাকেও অক্লেশে বইতে হবে জানি ।
তোমাকে ভালোবেসে,
ওই দীর্ঘ পথ হেঁটে যাবো ঠিক, দ্বিধাহীন। 
পথের ক্লান্তি ভুলে যাবো, 
তোমাকে মনে করে। 
আমিও হয়তো রেখে যাবো মণিমুক্তো কিছু
এ পথেরই ধারে।
আমার অর্জন যত, 
উত্তরাধিকার বলে জানি তাকে।

      Alice Ileana Gîțan
Let's bring joy to the new year.  My sincere wishes and love to all the poetic readers and well-wishers of  Ghorsowar... world wide web magazine.
  Amina Kublanova
Happy New Year
My sincere wishes and love to all the artists of the world and well-wishers of  web magazine Ghorsowar

  নীহার রঞ্জন দাস 
তোমাকে দেখার আগে
না দেখার প্রবল ইচ্ছে ছিল 
আমার অক্ষর বিলাসতো
কাঙ্খিত কল্পনায় জাগ্রত
দেখার চেয়ে না দেখার 
অনুভূতি যে প্রগাঢ় হয় ।
     Mala Chakraborty

Happy New Year to all 
from Ghorsowar Family

     মুক্তি সরকার

ফাঁকা পাথরবাটি


যত্ন করে পাথরবাটি কিনেছিলে তুমি
পাথরবাটি সবই আছে,নেই শুধু তুমি।
হালকা রোদে তেল মাখিয়ে রাখতে তুমি কত 
বলতে, মাগো শক্ত হবে রোদ লাগবে যত।
প্রথম তুমি আঙুল ধরে বলতে, এবার হাঁটো 
হাঁটা আমি শিখছি ওমা, চলতে পারি না তো!
গা গতরে বড়ো হলাম, বললে তুমি হেসে 
এবার তুমি মা হয়েছ,আমি হলাম মেয়ে।
রান্না করাও শিখিয়েছিলে, শেখাওনি চাল তৈরী 
হাঁড়ি থালা সবই আছে,নেই শুধু কড়ি। 
খিদে পেলে কাঁদতে হবে বলেছিলে তুমি 
একথা বলোনি, খিদে কান্নার চেয়েও দামি।
অফিসে সে বার চাকরি খুঁইয়ে যখন এলাম বাড়ি 
তুমি বললে ভাবিস না মাগো,দুটো বাড়িতে এখনও রান্না করি। 
সন্ধ্যে বেলায় হাঁটতে যেতাম, বাজার যেতাম কত 
ব্যাগ আর সন্ধ্যে দুইই আছে, কেউ নেই তোমার মতো।
তুলসী গাছটা প্রদীপ চেয়ে বায়না করে না আর
জবাগাছের শাখায়  দোয়েল চেয়ে থাকে অফিমার। 
সেদিন রাস্তায় শুষ্ক চুলে ঘুরছি আমি একা
বলল ওরা ক'টাকা চাই!যাবি নাকি ন্যাকা!
পাড়ার মোড়ে কাকিমা বলল ,গা ঘিন্ ঘিন্ করে
তারা-র কাছে আমি শুধাই মা কেন মরে!

  Purbasha Mondal

A very Happy New Year to all poets, writers and readers of Ghorsowar.
Chandrani Choudhuri
Wish all of you a happy new year from ghorsowar family






              



Ghorsowar world wide web magazine Dec issue 4th part


 Ghorsowar

World Wide multilingual 

Web Magazine .


Editor. Nihar Ranjan Das .
Editorial and coordinator team....

 Marlene Pasini 
( Mexico )
Gitan Alice lleana 
( Romania)
Miroslava Panayotovs 
(Bulgaria )
Madhu Gangopadhyay, ( India ).
Mala Chakraborty , (India )
Purbasha Mandol 
( India )
Smita Gupta Biswas , (India )
Subrata Roychoudhury (India ) 
Monju Ghosh Choudhury (India) 
Sujit Baksi ,( India )
Sanjita Das laskar, 
( India )
Kakoli Ghosh( moon),
( India )
Milka J. Šolaja 
( Serbia )
Carmen Silva ( Romania )







আত্রেয়ী  দাস

আকূুল আহ্বান 


রবির কিরণে জীর্ণ পুরাতন গিয়েছিল ভেসে,
সকলে দিয়েছিল সাড়া নতুনের ডাকে, অবশেষে।
বিদীর্ণ ম্লান শুষ্ক নির্জীবতা,
 করে ভেদ তৃণমূল, কাটিয়ে সকল জড়তা।
নির্ভীক চিত্ত ত্রিকাল অজেয়,
করে দংশন সর্পিল ভ্রুকুটি 
ত্রিভুবন জয়ী, ত্রিলোকেতে শ্রেয়।
ঈশ্বরের , যারা শ্রেষ্ঠ রচনা,
হও অগ্রসর, ঘুচাও যন্ত্রণা।
মুছাও চোখের জল, হও আলোর দিশারী,
মনুষ্য মর্যাদা পাক সন্মান,
কিবা পুরুষ কিবা নারী।
অহম, সংকীর্ণতা, বিভেদের শ্রষ্ঠা,
হয়ো়নাকো বাহক, নয় নির্বাক দ্রষ্টা।
রামধনুর তুলির টানে, আনো সুখেরই প্লাবন,
হে চিত্রকর করো নববর্ষ উন্মোচন।







Donya Mirzaei 
( Iran )
Every single day
I leave the part of my beauty 
in a street

And every single night
I come back to my bed
I come back to my bed
I come back to my bed
With a little less of me

Because
I do not want to leave behind 
Any single piece of me 
for death!

( Translated by Fidal Oktay)







Vali Sorea
( Romania )

Sub un colț de pernă
    
      
Sub un colț micuț de pernă
Am ascuns un vis cu tine
Bucuria mea eternă
De ieri, de azi, de mâine

Ți - am lăsat aseară un sărut
Pentru ochii tăi de doruri triști
Sub un colț de pernă l-am ascuns
Să știi că - n gândul meu exiști.

Tu stai pe pernă și ascultă
Ți - am scris azi un poem anume
Inima mea ți - l recită
Bătând, repetă al tău nume.







Chrisa Nikolaki
 ( Greece )


ONLY LOVE

Only LOVE  can warm up a heart,
can fill the gup of loneliness,
can erase the darkness of dark thoughts,
can eliminate the silence
by listening to the music of happiness.
Only LOVE 
can remind you the cheerfull child's laughter
that seeks for sunshine.







GUMI
Irene Guzmán Martínez
(México)


Voy a enloquecer

Aún respiro, mi amor,
no te he podido olvidar
es tan grande mi dolor
no sé cómo voy a aguantar.

Pienso que aún eres mío,
pues tus caricias, no más,
se fueron y siento frío
pregunto: "me extrañarás".

Te soñé conmigo inmerso,
vivías enamorado,
yo era todo tu universo 
estabas embelesado.

Te quiero aún, corazón,
siento que voy a enloquecer,
pues sufro gran conmoción
porque no te volví a ver.







Mihaela Melnic
( Italy )

Blue days


I sit on the edge of my memories
like on the vestige of a temple
wary to not scare my ghosts away

I need each and every one
for, they rekindle emotions
that no longer dwell here today







TÜRKAN ERGÖR 
( Turkey )

TALENT

Talent
It is success
But
To be talented without working
It is impossible
So talent
Also
It is to succeed by working 
Talent 
It is skill 
But 
Greatest talent 
It is to be good person 
Every person is talented 
But 
The difference between people 
It is not their talent 
The difference between people 
It is their degree of humanity.







উদ্ভিন্ন সন্ন্যাস
শিকদার মুহাম্মদ কিব্রিয়াহ

নিশ্চল ছাইরঙা মেঘে বিস্ফোরিত 
মধ্যদিনের আকাশ,
তাবৎ পৃথিবীর বিষণ্ণতার স্তুপ।
আমি যেনো ঐ আকাশের অভিবাসী 
এক সন্ন্যসী চিল,
একাকিত্বের উদ্ভিন্ন প্রতিরূপ।


A Growing up Asceticism
Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah

Today's midday sky is fully covered 
With unmoving ashen clouds 
As a massive depression of the world,
As though I were an immigrant 

Alike a desolate kite in that sky 
As a growing up image of solitude.









Lăcrimioara Iva- 
( Italy )

Memories Have Analgesic Effect

Sometimes I feel
an unbearable
back pain.
I carried too many
doubts.
I doubted too many things:
the power of a smile,
the acidity of a word,
the pride of a fall.
I would not have thought
I could resist
away from my beloved ones,
and behold that
I resist!
Re-sist!
My backache
does not pass
as you clap
and not any painkiller
takes effect.
Only when I take memories
with a glass of water,
slowly - slowly,
my back pain
passes!







Eva Petropoulou Lianou
( Paris )

Star

I believe stars are prayers we say since we were childrens

Man always looking up at the moon as it is his great desire

Moon and stars always shine in the dark
They have a power to give us hope and comfort In our lonely lives

I believe the stars are born with the newborns and they are the spiritual guides of the human

One day we will all shine and make our dreams true
Then we will become also stars.... 
























world wide web magazine ghorsowar Dec issue 2021 3rd part


 ghorsowar world wide multilingual web magazine....

Editor. Nihar Ranjan Das .
Editorial and coordinator team....

 Marlene Pasini 
( Mexico )
Gitan Alice lleana 
( Romania)
Miroslava Panayotovs 
(Bulgaria )
Madhu Gangopadhyay, ( India ).
Mala Chakraborty , (India )
Purbasha Mandol 
( India )
Smita Gupta Biswas , (India )
Subrata Roychoudhury (India ) 
Monju Ghosh Choudhury (India) 
Sujit Baksi ,( India )
Sanjita Das laskar, 
( India )
Kakoli Ghosh( moon),
( India )
Milka J. Šolaja 
( Serbia )
Carmen Silva 
( Romania )






Silvia Ortiz  
( Virginia ) 

Tear me apart if you want
From now on and forever 
I give you my misfortune 
the aurora is already dead 
the stubborn slab look 
divide the dinner like this
Don't the planets emerge
the offering cup? 
do not twist the bushings 
in the gnawing of time? 
I install minute hand 
I am not the eternal owner 
the noise of the seas 
in someone else's lot 
I carry young people 
in my blind spine.
I have the hells 
pending a penalty 
ferment me little by little 
in the lantern of the hole 
my balance bites me 
I await my lying 
cultivate me if you want 
under the gray log, 
do not extend the truce any more, 
some no longer beg 
don't beg the saints 
the entire madrigal.
Tear me off the wall 
forgetfulness 
cut me off if necessary 
pieces of my piece 
and in my innocence orchard, 
the caucuses shoot me 
and come on, I demand it 
pour my blood 
over nothing all bland 
the whole orb ripples 
stillness in the moans 
sparse winter  and poor 
crunch of the boys.
Don't give up my temples 
in eyes that I already excuse 
I exonerate strong airs 
peace is my reef 
my mountain and my cabin 
do not alter my regret 
don't blame the dough 
that sealed me in the womb 
shoot the rage 
I await faithful silent 
do not keep face and card 
the heavens in front of the fire 
give up if you want 
tear if necessary 
the gradual coat.
The light stamp goes 
and the edge of the knife 
death already reaches me 
and at the edge of the bonfire 
hand me over slowly 
with death if necessary 
the strong flames burn 
fear not there is no delirium.
Don't extend another kiss 
that absent leads life 
don't go so strong 
crying is useless 
your fire has been extinguished 
in every dead kiss 
bring me down again.
Rip me off again 
chest 
sternum 
myrrh has already made a nest 
in bedroom appointments 
the raw stiletto 
the lazy innkeeper 
torpedo slope.
The bones in her row 
the meat in the impure skin 
pours me every kiss 
that took my source 
cowardice hurts, my cal 
my sun  
on your waist 
ferment me if you want 
morning, afternoon and night.
They no longer reach the mountains 
neither fires  
nor the stinking madrigal, 
I have enough 
to the God of love 
to the God who is alive 
to the God who attacks me 
to which holiday he goes 
and wait for me to receive.
The human anchor bites me 
and always keep me alone 
that I live full tracing 
the absence of my shadow 
my name was shot down 
in the untouched thicket.





Purbasha Mondal
( India )

Matua 

I saw you 
in the red flag of a temple 

I saw you 
singing your promises
your sorrows float
 in Kamanasagar

I saw 
your trembling hairs 
dancing with the joyous smile
of a lion

I saw 
your shape 
keeping the bliss
of Dhuli

I saw 
your tears 
pouring the mercy
of Hari

I saw you 
among the mundane souls
I saw you 
among the saints

At the end of night
I saw you
in the blood of a revolutionary






Galina Dzgoeva.
( Russia )

To prove how much you love
Don't need a lot of extra words
And dress super stylish
No expensive tents needed.
Just give each other hands.
It is possible to catch a glance
Hear the sounds of the heart
Follow what your feelings tell you.
When mutually "sparkle" -
You don't need to put out that fire.
So love is knocking on you
Drink it like nectar. 

The touches of the hands do not warm up anymore,
In a glance, the spark goes out suddenly -
We'll have to disperse sooner
And become a supporter of separation.






Stefania Miola 
(  Italy )

Letter to my little girl.

Do not ask me why'
there is war,
power, hatred
remorse,
the grudge
violence.

Do not ask me why'
people are afraid
to live without chains.

There are things that
they cannot be clarified
and others that you can
just see by closing the
eyes and opening the heart.

Hear the sound of the snow
that softly covers the earth
and populates the skies in winter.

Feel the warmth of a hug
and the delicate scent of a caress.

Listen to the rain dance.

You feel that flickering in the
your tummy when I kiss you?

Marvel!
Come on, the water has no color
but it's life.

On the night that I won't be there
cover yourself with this thought.






বিদিশা সরকার

দামিনী
শালুক সভ্যতা আদি,জোনাকির পথ
মা'কে ছেড়ে স্বপ্নে হাঁটা যুবতী শরীর
 তুমুল বৃষ্টির ছাটে সাঁকো জড়সড়লো
 হারানো সইয়ের ঘরে আলো কুন্ঠা নেভা -
প্রতিটা বিদ্যুতে ছিল মানচিত্র দেশ
 ভিটের ঘুঘুরা জাগে, ঘুমায়নি ওরা
 পথ শেষ হলে রাস্তা, উন্নয়ন ঢ্যাড়া,
আলোর মিছিল ট্রাক মোবিল পিচ্ছিল।
 কোথায় চলিস মেয়ে? ও মেয়েটি থাম...
একে চন্দ্র দুইয়ে পক্ষ তিনে নেত্র যদি
 চতুর্বেদের জন্মে গর্ভজ যন্ত্রণা
 সেই আর্তনাদ সেই মুহূর্ত মাশুলে
 দুই চোখ বুজে থাকে দুই চোখ জেগে।
 আডেসিভে জোড়া লাগা সমস্ত ধীক্কার
 টহলধারীর চোখে উপার্জণ নাচে
 লাশের ওপরে লাশ তার উপরে আরও
 পাতালের বুকে শুয়ে জননী যন্ত্রনা,
কী দেখেছ? দেখিনি তো, কী শুনেছ
 না না - আহ্নিক গতিতে রাত আসন্ন দিবসে
 কাপড়ে মোড়ানো শব বিদ্যুৎ বাহিত।






Chen Hsiu –chen陳秀珍(Taiwan)

Christmas Gifts

Santa Claus
carried a big red bag
full filled with blessing gifts
sledding through the heavy snowstorms and
sliding down the chimney pipe accompanied with jingle bells. 

Time sounds tick-tack tick-tack
as the voices of heartbeat
I'm afraid falling asleep for waiting too long. 

Modern Santa Claus
emerges out of the internet
with his big red bag
full filled with happy words
wish you, you and you rich. 

People need no longer to spend time
in dressing up a Christmas trees
and also no longer to wait for
the gifts packed with butterfly knots. 
The pocket moneys for celebration will fall from the sky, 
more than raindrops in rainy season, 
more than faded petals from cherry blossoms. 

With the big fortune of great money
you can buy thousands socks to receive the gifts.
Who will care Christmas, 
who will care
the slow motion of Santa Claus. 















Tuesday, 14 December 2021

WORLD WIDE WEB MAGAZINE GHORSOWAR DEC ISSUE 2021


Ghorsowar

World Wide multilingual 

Web Magazine .


Editor. Nihar Ranjan Das .
Editorial and coordinator team....

 Marlene Pasini 
( Mexico )
Gitan Alice lleana 
( Romania)
Miroslava Panayotovs 
(Bulgaria )
Madhu Gangopadhyay, ( India ).
Mala Chakraborty , (India )
Purbasha Mandol 
( India )
Smita Gupta Biswas , (India )
Subrata Roychoudhury (India ) 
Monju Ghosh Choudhury (India) 
Sujit Baksi ,( India )
Sanjita Das laskar, 
( India )
Kakoli Ghosh( moon),
( India )
Milka J. Šolaja 
( Serbia )
Carmen Silva 

( Romania )





Alice Ileana Gîțan
( Romania )

Nu știm...

Nu știm să ne mai bucurăm de viață, 
E-o fugă permanentă după a fi,
A exista într-o lume imaginară 
În care e ușor să ne mințim...

Nu știm să mai privim în urmă,
Cu amintiri ce ne clădesc prezent,
Călcăm pe jurăminte și mergem înainte
Uitând de omenie și devenind absenți.

Nu știm să mai iubim aproape,
Celui de lângă noi, nu îi mai dăm crezare
Și ne mințim cu zâmbetul pe buze
Cu vorbe dulci, spuse de guri-amare.






Valda Fogaça
( Brazil )

NUPTIALS

Dressed in the robes of a saint, light clothes the color of snow,
I stood in front of you...

The inexperience I brought with me I couldn't hide;
Like autumn leaves my garments fell to the ground.
My body shuddered when touched by steady hands.

¬_God help me! What should I do?
I whispered a silent prayer; my hands were shaking.
Confused thoughts got me nowhere.
I then closed my eyes,

I traveled towards the magical world of dreams.
An amazing journey.
Today, a song, old photographs,
Long sighs rip from my chest.






Gypsy love

 Dr Pat Chiyangwa

( Zimbabwe )


In that glow of her silken skin. 
His tender lust soothing her yearning soul. 
In that rhythmic passionate tide. 
In the serenity of clamouring heart song.
Restless romantic gypsy lovers







Miroslava Panayotova, Bulgaria

BOAT
My distant friend, 
do you know how much I miss you!
Summer time was drawing 
the pink songs of the sunrise.
The white string of the south 
was throwing seeds into the ground.
The wind often was looking for us, 
it was carrying us in a lilac cloud.
The old songs of the time, 
the sweet smell of the air,
mixed the breath of pepper 
with the summer smell of the wind,
with a dusty tear of linden, 
were intoxicating my thoughts.
Swans and faithful beams 
were shining l in your words, 
often the faces were sparkling 
in the earthly coziness of stars.
The simple room was shining 
with the few important things,
there was everything in infinity - 
time, sky, light.
Dreams just weren't enough 
to sing in the world our song - 
it was cheerful, 
it was the color of grass.
Our short walks were hiding 
the landscape in footsteps.
We were throwing boldly on the road 
lines, colors, spaces, 
carefree words in the wind,
incidents, crucified correctly or simply killed
with a bow and arrow of irony. 
Then we were laughing happily -
all that mattered was the clue,
but above all - the idea or just the goal.
We were kissing cloudy barrels, 
we were putting everything off, 
for sure in the clear glow in the morning, 
in the cool cream of the night.
Our days - travelling shadows - 
were washing in our native Maritsa.
The fish did not have a name, 
but they recognized our features.
Common, unified and complete, 
river fish and our days
were swimming long in the river 
without longing for a boat.
But now I think - where is the old boat?






মালা চক্রবর্তী 
  ( ভারত )

আমি তন্ন তন্ন করে তাকে খুঁজেছি
শ্যাওলা বেড়েছে স্বেচ্ছায়
বুনোলতায় ঢেকেছে সূতিকাগার

জন্ম ভুলেছি, মৃত্যুও

নোয়া, নৌকা বানাও
ভাসতে বলেছেন ঈশ্বর।






Vasiliki Karatasiou
   ( Greece )

the days of isolation
because of covid 19.

My complaint


  Ι want to fly beyond the  sky,
beyond the horizon!
I want to fly like an eagle, like a bird, like the wind to save my soul from isolation!
I can't stand it any more!
   I want to live on a tree-house
in the mountains beside
a spring where the birds of the sky come and drink!

   I want to breath freely again, to find myself and to  smile again!
Do l ask a lot? Someone, please, let me know!






Tanja Ajtić
( Canada )

That love 

I don't want to talk 
I want to keep quiet 
in this evening of 
lost dreams. 
I want to keep quiet and lisen
silance
to remember the wonderful 
times 
when you 
stood in my heart 
and the soul, the soul felt you. 
I will not talk and 
retell to myself 
or to others 
whether it was or not 
that love
in the silence of the world.
I'm just whispering: 
she could have been 
the right one.







Cristina Serghiescu

( Romania )

Fragility

Hope is fragile
on branches of life,
when the buds struggle
in the fog,
when the shadows lurk
from forests of thoughts,
when I am silent,
at the edge of rows.

The idea is fragile
in the fields of silence,
when the grass burns
under the mist of pain,
when it snows with questions
on the palms of dreams,
when the white wind shouts,
among faded echoes.

Fragile is a whisper,
on the lips of wonder,
when I write arrows of fire,
on the bitter temples,
when it shatters,
on the eyelids of expectation,
when it rains for seconds,
on the shoulders of calls.

The light is fragile,
in the sky of happiness
when they untied the thread
from the ball of deception,
when storm clouds
struggling in his fist,
when the lightning of feeling
it's red and hungry.






Shampa Saha
   ( India )

Title-Purity

Wrapped with nature
With no artificial gesture
They live in lap of earth
After their birth

With all the light of sun
With the serenity of moon
With the music of river
With birds chirping sound

Tribal life is so pure
Far aloof from mimicry
To pretend fake happiness
Detached from all hypocracy

A small hut with earthen smell
With the raw essence of life
Smiles are there so enthusiastic
And bonds are always with positive vibes

They live their own life
From the hustle bustle of city
They are the native son of mother earth
With their own identity

They love together with selflessness
They love together themselves
Tribal life is like live in heaven
With the wholistic  blooming essence.






আলোলিকা

  ( ভারত )

তোমার হাত দুটো দাও
     
দাও, তোমার হাত দুটো দাও
গড়িয়ে যেতে যেতে ধরে রাখি
ছুঁয়ে দিই আলগোছে অন্ধকারে নিমগ্ন সেতার 
গোপন শরীরে নয় আমি যাই অধিক গোপনে
 যেখানে অবচেতনায় তীব্রতা জাগায় হাসনুহানা
 দাও ,তোমার হাত দুটো দাও
 গড়িয়ে যেতে যেতে নিরিবিলি গেঁথে থাকি .....






 Jannat R. A
( London, UK )

The Darkness

A shrieking silence
the darkness pitch-black 
while the sweet valley breeze chokes.

Darkness deceives
conceals the darkest hour
bears no witness
atrocities are unheard, unseen.

Another eclipse of the sun and moon 
The triumph of evil.

The embers will glow
until they reach Eden
paradise will burn to ashes.







Alab Sibel

 ( London , UK)

 Holidays Are Approaching 
  
  Decorations for the holidays kan bulu breeds
  Festive hospitality bell
  The side echoes
  The end-of-year holidays are approaching full of echoes !!

 A fiery echo is enlivening
  Lights and ornaments
  Even the blue sky at night is shining
  Famous Christmas yes this December !!

 Even the soul is ignited by enthusiasm
  I feel a spiritual satisfaction
  These holidays of loved ones are on this day of the day as angels
  Magical time of fndevit
  Even the stars of the blue sky
  Together with us on earth from joy and happiness are dancing !!
  The end of the year holidays are approaching !!
  






Ljubica Katić
(Split -Croatia)

Take me

Take me where the ears are always yellow;
Where the view is clear; where nothing is blurry.
Take me where the thorns do not sting
Take me where the sad ones are led.

Take me where the cherries are always ripe;
Take me where people always rejoice;
Where the birds merrily sing;
Take me if such places exist.

Take me where there is no darkness
I need light after twilight;
Take me even if it lasts a short time,
So I can drive away this grayness.







Dessy Tsvetkova
 (Bulgaria )

The best

Your voice to me is as a song of nightingale,
that wakes me up each charming morning.
Your arms are warm as blanket in the winter.
My days are starting as enchanted game
and I go out to meet the new rewarnings. 
And every step I do on streets, I mingle.
Though it is always best
the moment I come home in evenings,
when I can see you waiting at our living
and we together after, simply rest.






মঞ্জু ঘোষ চৌধুরী
( ভারত )

 অন্তিমক্ষন

ফুসফুসের জানালায় কে‌ দেয়
প্রতিপলের চাহিদার অনুভব,
চারিদিকে আত্মসুখ, ঘরের সামনে দিয়ে হেঁটে ‌যায় সেদিনের শৈশব।

আজ জীবন‌ সায়াহ্নে শুকনো পাতা মাড়িয়ে হেঁটে চলেছি,
হঠাৎ ‌মেঘের। নির্ঘোস।
ফোঁটা ফোঁটা হয়ে প্রবলভাবে
বৃষ্টি এলো।

জলের স্রোতের সাথে কানে সুর তোলে বিদেহী শব্দেরা, অনুভব করি অন্তিম সময়  আগত
শরীরে  জ্বলছে  অনল।







Carmen Silva  
( Romania )
Anchored thoughts

My sweet love,
I wonder if I disturb you
With my thoughts
Which inexplicably,
Wherever I start them,
They are always leading me to you...
I'm trying to order them
Around me
As I don't want to let them touch you
And disturb your smooth road
Chosen by you
At the opposite pole...
Don't worry,
I caught all the thoughts with you
În a baloons bounch like,
Well anchored
In my soul,
Where from they will leave
Only as part of me