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Poem by Terez Peipins
on the corner street
I sing for the soldier,
my lullaby brings back
the distant north.
savour the cool taste,
On the rooftop,
we name planes
flying low to LaGuardia,
Duchess, a bright blue,
Belvedere, fast and short.
In the bar in Queens,
the Irish boy
into his back pocket.
The Potato Eaters *
Poem by Gayatri Devi Borthakur
The Potatoes are wearing the caps of the civilization.
The aristocratic society moulds if the caps are n’t there.
A belch of hunger = Basic need
To wear the caps = The Primitive habit.
*The famous painting of Vincent Van Gogh.
Unfortunately, I lost to be a Mimesis!
Confessional Poem by Kruti Desai
Though the little I have adopted,
I called it mine accept the norm though forgotten,
I charged of being insincere,
Let it be, thought I, am the only Crayon mere.
Virtual sense enforce blissful lost in reminiscence,
But painted colours with artificial apparition,
Taking all as mine, observed all the parameters, seems of no right of care takers,
Realized later, have crossed the measures of bind.
Feigned source replaced with another interpreted mourn & crime,
Flying like an Eagle so high,
Forgot worries of fall with no survive.
I am the law, witnessed illustration with deep flow,
A sudden rise leads me somewhere in keen blow,
A blindfolded shine dagger deep into my mind to show,
It has started my Doom’s Day, when I felt that Change Undergo!
Yes unwittingly, I become the Mimesis,
Menace leads you too to be another Decius,
Any Luck, unfortunately can’t save us from a deliberate Jealous!
Red on the Flag
Poem by Kolawole Mathew Ogundipe
Blood-stained streets everywhere,
Of God’s precious creatures
Covered all over the houses, streets,
Market squares and motor parks.
Souls lost every day,
One class of birds against another
Still, the leader of all birds
Turning hearing ears
Away from the chaos and violence
Among all birds.
Any emerged Samaritans
Among one class of birds,
Willing to save their class,
Open their eyes in prosecutions
From the leader of all birds.
Any self-willing messiah
That intends to iron out
The chaos and violence
Among all birds
Pours water into a basket.
Its integral part, the white
Splashed with the red!
Colourless flag it became!
Flash Fiction by Christopher T. Dabrowski
When immortality was invented, great joy reigned. Unfortunately, for a while. Not everyone could enjoy the infinite prospects of life. As it happens, this luxury was reserved for the wealthiest and noble. Only then geniuses joined the respectable group. Well, how can such potential be wasted?
With time, there was widespread robotization, and immortality became a common good, available from birth. Everybody enjoyed endless life, condemning Death to eternal unemployment. The living kept coming and going, they were born and multiplied like rabbits.
And they all intended to live forever!
And only Death committed suicide, thus giving up inborn immortality
Poem by Moses Emehinola
Deadly gentle beasts
Prowling peaceful forest path
Subtly snare the preys.
Strangely silent voice
Only speaking through whispers
Reveals many whys.
Drawn by beautiful flowers’ glows
Fly from plant to plant.
Poem by Ashok Kumar
What’s written for our life?
Live in present wait for beams bright
Don’t destroy present
Why do invite strife?
He knows what’s suitable for life?
Why do we spoil valuable tears?
Work hard, nothing is in our hands; don’t fear
I saw the poors to be brands
History is full of tales
If we enter into ocean why do have fear from large gales?
Let me see from the dust to the sky
Challenges are tough;
accept them try to cross all hurdles before die
Poem by Kapardeli Eftichia
I wander on earth
And the flame of the lamp
In this century that is passing
the white winters it marks
The river that mirrors
In the waters of life
He speaks slowly and whispers
And in the unknown seabeds
It is always lost at dawn
Soft souls, your two closed eyes
They give the return done
Out of virtue and love
The dream carves the sky
And he weaves the stone
The moon is always late
But the fat red pomegranate
Your tender body
Water on a rainy night
Fill the memory with you
You became sound, you became pulse
Praise and treasure
The most beautiful flower
In the icy juice of the earth
Thou Enlighten Thyself from Within Thyself
Poem by Debabrata Das
The night is shrouded with darkness everywhere-
With nearly nothing to see anywhere,
Floating we still as though on flying something
Floating- floating and still floating-
But whither we go we know nothing,
All crowding, fumbling and stumbling
Screaming hollow meaningless and groaning
With chest swelling all we boasting
And bragging and scheming all the while
Groaping blindly as all as a guile
In up above the deep dark sky
The distant lone star twinkling high
Grumbling in grave gracious voice there-
“Enlighten thyself enlighten with sense superior
Look at thyself in slow meditation,
Discover thou thyself even in busy motion
Thou all enlighten thyself from within with inner sense
And perceive truths yet unravelled with conviction intense.
You Have Not All
Poem by Onipede Festus moses
When I consider our journey on earth,
Joy runs down my heart,
That I enjoy the right of childhood,
Mother carries me; she nurtures me
And she feeds me whenever hunger comes
I cry but she lulls me to sleep
The more I enjoy; the more I grow older
But as time flies,
You have not all.
When I grow up to be myself,
The opportunities I enjoy cease to be
I then wonder what could be the bane
I decide not to be a worrywart
Father and mother will say:
We have played our part, you can do yours-
This makes me to have a rethink
That I enjoy childhood may be a right
But adulthood comes with my personal efforts
Here I wonder,
You have not all.
Work they say is an antidote of poverty
I toiled throughout the day to bring food to my table
Though not through sanquinolency,
But the more I try to have more,
The more challenging it becomes
Many desire riches but landed in danger
Must I not reap the fruits of my labour,
After I have toiled the whole day?
Must we say again work is not money?
Now I realize,
You have not all.
Many were born with golden spoon in their mouths
They enjoy the goodies of life
What money cannot buy make them weary
The fruits of the womb make them nothing
They search the nook and cranny for help
But no help comes their way
What the mensches cannot get with their riches,
The smatchets get them on a platter
Now I realize,
I have not all,
You have not all,
We have not all.
Article by Ndaba Sibanda
Messages come in many shapes, sizes and colors but what is crucial is how we interpret and implement them.
If friendships, relationships or marriages were scripted like plays and movies, life would not be as dramatic and enigmatic as we know it to be. We write and practice our scripts as we live, love and transition.
I love the sky. How magic it is to marvel at that celestial dome as it towers above the Earth. I begin to visualize daylight and the delight of sightseeing birds and insects as they fly in their sky; l bask in the cordiality and cuddle of the sun, and wander away in a trance into the wonder of the clouds, lightning and rainbows before arriving at the constellations; l then go clubbing with the night and its stars, and the moon (though the stars hog the limelight!); finally l decide to hang out with precious Precipitation’s dear family and friends, l mean lovely and lively chaps like Rain, Hail, Drizzle, Sleet and Snow. What fun! No company beats their watery warmth, harmonies and hospitality, l swear!!
I love the wilderness in the form of wild animals, forests, vegetation, rocks, rivers and beaches. These amazingly beautiful things go about their business despite human intervention. Bravo!
People, the preservation of the universe — which is the natural, physical, or material world—is essentially the preservation of life, and this cause is close to my heart.
I want to go Back
Poem by Subhankar Das
I want to go back… leaving the era of Modern Industrialization in that ice of thousands of centuries,
I want to go back… leaving the air conditioning of this Modern Metropolis in the caves of the mountains,
I want to go back… leaving today’s arrogant civilization to the raw meat civilization,
I want to go back… leaving the glittering restaurant of the city to the hotel in the deep forest,
I want to go back… leaving the modern permanent livelihood to the nomadic life,
I want to go back… leaving today’s modern concrete paved highway to the paved road of civilization,
I want to go back… leaving today’s various stones flying palaces to the burnt brick palaces of civilization,
I want to go back… leaving the ‘arrogance’ of the glittering world to the ‘humanity’ of ancient civilization,
I want to go back… leaving the noise of the city in the solitude of civilization,
I want to go back leaving today’s the competition of power everywhere in the ‘equality’ of civilization.
Reviewed by Sabuj Sarkar (Editor)
Published by Akshay Kumar Roy (Editor)