Thursday, 14 April 2022

Spring and Bengali new year issue

Cover page artist

Chayanisa Sriwichainan

( Thailand )



Gîțan Alice Ileana 

( Romania )

Spring gives me this feeling, 

That reaches other seasons,

To break buds of love,

To grow high trough times. 

Spring inspires me to write, 

Tender flowers bloom,

It incites my optic nerve,

And it tells me to love.

In Spring I search for my nest,

Bird I am in flight,

To build my nest out of branches,

And I sing to my children all day.

In Spring, I call my love,

Trough singing and rainbows,

Bringing back happiness,

I love you.

Spring, i meet you everywhere,

A woman's parfume, 

Touching infinity, 

On paths and alleys.

( Translated by Gițan David Mihai


Mediterranean Sea

Marlene Pasini 

( Mexico )

Shore of turquoise waters the twilight tile the thirst the yearning hubbub of hearts avid glances at the lonely horizon distance that welcomes loves

babel of languages 

on the shores of the  beach 

and in the Mediterranean breeze 

a fragrant sea song full sonorous voice that pours its joy in streets giant squares of stone lost between zephyrs and wide skies 

dream of modernity 

that wants to achieve its 

false prophecy 


The birth of life

Tanja Ajtic ( Canada )

Optimism that spreads and

beautiful nature that sprouts,

and everyone wakes up,

rebirth of life,

re-creating a new one.

I open all the windows wide.

I'm starting a new beginning 

in the spring,

when the best time is a small step

forward, wanting love to come.



Marija Lazarević ( Serbia)

There where soul sleeps you wrapped her in a blanket,

You gave all it needs, watered and heated,

Alone, alone she sings to herself:

God, dear God, peace, peace, peace

Outlaw souls, started taking dream that her souls was dreaming,

A raven loudly caws in her desert,

He was saying, he was dying, peace, peace...

They were taking grain of her sky with sword,

Drop of water shines in her pot,

She fed a lot on crumbs,

Only peace God, give her peace, peace...


Bunches of poem 

Milka J. Šolaja

( Belgrade )


It shines

bathed in dew,

peeking through long lashes

morning of sorrow...

He asks for my tears

we are alone again,

morning and me.


Echo echoes everywhere

there are gaps.

It's raining non-stop,

I tremble a step from sleep,

in the darkness of night we hide tears, you and me.


You were my light

I was your darkness

you are gone forever

I was left alone. 

You were my fire,

flaming arrow of the heart


Beyond prayer

Sabrina De Canio

( Italy )

The mind is a vigilant sentinel

when hay and asbestos

plot fire

against industrious bees,

mothers who watch over their nests,

old people scarred by loneliness

queuing up at the supermarket checkout.

Beyond prayer

among drifting polar bears

whales swollen with plastic

men trapped between sheets of corrugate future.

The knack of daily life

has vanished

all performances

are sold out.

The melody of clattering roof tiles

accompanies the launching

of weary ships

toward ports that are save

but only for us.

People pile up

in cities and in cemeteries

like cheap rugs on a market stall.

There is no accolade

for the cortege

of exertions.


The Shadow

Stefania Miola  ( Italy )

A swallow splits the blue in this hazy spring. In this (no) summer .While in the cavity of a roof the shadows lie (my shadows) Everything touches me to go to stay 

with these wings away from you.



Valentina Novković (Serbia)

Fleeing from the crow's wrath, 

the dove collects

 twigs of memories 

of last spring.

In the waiting membrane, 

ground  dream of a flower, 

a fruit and a lip bite.

Spring knows the corridors 

where miracles happen.


Spring March

Alab Sibel ( London )

  The air is getting warmer every day

  Youth hearts ignite flame

  The fire of feeling

  That river does not extinguish it either !!

  All the good in the world

  If they show it to me

  I love spring

  Like light in the eyes !!

  Golden mornings and I want love

  Spring March gives me

  A fire of love in the bay !!


Your voice

Eity Mithila ( Bangladesh )

The most pleasant thing of this world

To me it's your voice,

Scarcely had you start talking

I feel inside a pleasant ringing.

I wish if I could shut your mouth

With mine and swallow your words,

And could store inside for long,

They could ring when I am alone.

Wheneve you keep talking

I loss my desire to response,

Because If I interrupt,it will stop

The ambrosia that I am having.

Your voice feed my soul

That was thirsty for a long time,

One kind of heavenly peace spreads

Around me and in every vein of my body.


Bunches of poem 

Chen Hsiu-chen

( Taiwan )


I miss the way

within the zigzag labyrinth of your language.

I turn to read a lot of lofty mountains range 

at last 

I catch the white deer 

in the forest among faint cloudy mists with flower scents.


My door

is prepared for you to open.

What secret is hidden under the magician red scarf?

What God resides in the temple?

What hidden behind the door

is an astonished scenery.

(Translated by Lee Kuei-shien李魁賢)


Without hope

Victoria Sorea

( Romania )

There is no hope for peace on Earth

The brothers are all enemies right now

The weapons are not quiet either

The crying orphans, look at them!

Nations with same language and same blood

Are fighting, the war is above them!

Watch the spring cry,

The white snow drop is red,

An entire world is in turmoil

And the hymn of peace is not sungt yet!



Cristina Serghiescu

( Romania )

All the butterflies of hope are flying,

through the astonished eyes of spring,

The zephyr of the resurrection weaves

thick silks in the heart,

Made of raw green and pure blue,

i'm trying to steal lights again,

Through the frame, the flower lace

they begin to swarm at dawn

And I snow the petals in my palms,

with pink whispers, with calm flames.

A dream blossomed in the clouds,

the heart of the gate opened,

The echo hums in the distance,

the light sings on the path,

The wind blows through the valleys,

my gaze is in your eyes.



Galina Dzgoeva

( Russia )

How wonderful spring dawn is!

The new day begins.

Special and sunny footprint,

And how the dawn is inimitable!

Snowdrops island bloomed,

Tulips and violets at the start.

In the valleys of mountain snow came down,

Changes the wind speed in March.

Love spreads its wings.

Soars like a dove above the ground.

Fairy tales become a reality.

The spark begins to burn with a candle.


The handkerchiefs in the wind

Lăcrimioara Iva-

( Italy )

Twilight’s thigh burns! That's where birds, butterflies and feelings are migrating!

Rainbow on the horizon - colourful slope for the eagle! 

A mother's words are like butterfly tears: they cannot be comforted!

I bound my dreams to the wind’s trail and now I understand why birds fly! 

The sky is not crashing on flowers because it is supported by the poplar from grandfather’s garden. Oh, if only it could support my age too!


The bench

Xrisa Nikolaki 


Frosty sadness of the glass

runner will melt on the bench of Spring when the chickadee will sing again.

All it takes is a cigar and a kiss to break the loneliness of flakes.


A Tiny Bud

Gerlinde Staffler 

( Italy )

A tiny bud, holding the summer light

Once opened, a jubilation of the sight,

Spilling a colourful smile in world's eyes

Admired by humans, bees and butterflies

Spring is more than a seasonally word 

It outpoors the desires of a lively heart

Love filled air, rendezvous in mild wind

Nature's power is ever so fancy and kind

Nothing can supress what is meant to be

Earthly delights elate the spirit to poetry

Gleamy days capture weary limbs and soul

Forgetting in given grace our steady toil

An evidence of cheerful celebration

When all appears in unconfusing relation

An insoluble statement of what I feel

A vast universe of imagines unfolds the real.



Miroslava Panayotova, 

( Bulgaria )

In order for the colour spots

 above the hill

to spring up in the morning,

to read the message 

in the sidewalk tiles,

for to believe

 in the white wind 

blowing once a year,

sun, youth and greenery 

are needed.



Dr Patience Chiyangwa


Enticing heartbeat song of beaming smiles

Souls searching for the strive

Rhythmic joy of gyrating dance triumph

Listen to the loud sound of silence

Echoes of voices of decent



Snigdha Shivangi

Showers of love , smell of humanity

What do we call these??

They're the life's positive reality

Blow of anger , roots of jealousy.

It's nothing,,,,,

But the saddest virtuality.

Myriad emotions that flows through the human blood

It's not the almighty but us , who created on these earth 

these inhuman flood.

Our brain turns into an evil.

 Unlike our heart which is anodyne and posses the strongest will.


Ewith Bahar (Indonesia)


We build dreams every night

from the stones of hope

which gradually grown as massive towers

From the height

profoundly looking down to see the past

for constructing a future.


Artist . Mahua Das ( India )



Nihar Ranjan Das . India

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