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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.
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