sabato 17 settembre 2016

Scriptures - Chandra Prakash Sharma


Scriptures

I wonder,
God ever wrote scriptures!!!
He posts them over
land, ocean, and sky
where animals wander,
fish swim in water, and
birds fly to far off places
for food, shelter and breeding.

He pins His ever new errands
on the pearly dew drops,
the cool morning breeze,
the flower’s bloom,
the hums and hoots of fish,
the chirping of birds,
and beetle squeaks.

Knowledge flows
in the melting ice
from snow capped hill
trickling through seepage
turning into rivulets and brooks
gathering its momentum into the river
passing through vales and hills
spreading its verdant hue
maturing into planes
to nurture life
finally
close to the basin
meanders to merge
into the ocean

 

A MUSING - Madan Gandhi



A MUSING

When attuned to infinite
you realize
every ending
but a beginning.

That life is but
an unfoldment:
a process:
of self-discovery.
Cultivate a positive mind,
have a loving
relationship with all.
It makes life livable.
It lets you to acquire
the inseeing eye
that lets you to discern:
what binds, what liberates.
Dig deep within,
and you find
treasures hidden.
Knock and knock
the door’ll open
only to reveal:
the caller and called are one.
(Yayati)

Collecting the Scattered Self - Mohinderdeep Grewal



Collecting the Scattered Self
I see my heart scattering
The mind in hurricane
Every piece of my heart and mind
Trying to recollect with trembling hands
Asking with beseeching eyes
Wandering here and there in search
Where to my soft part flown away
Riding on winds to you in flight
Turbulence shake and scare me
But a pull and thrust keeps stable in move

Looking through dark
My eyes seek your guiding light
Your presence which my heart longs for.
Concentrating my mind to mindful measures
Too collect my scattered mind and heart.
Where to every part is flying with flight not in control.
Where from a voice calls to throb my heart
Mysterious ray touches strings of my soul.
I see my heart scattering
But trying to recollect
To have emotions in control
I see myself in drizzles
But your sunshine peeps through clouds
And hanky of air wipes wet drops from my face!!!!
Mohinderdeep Grewal. (c)

I REGRET... Seema Devi



I REGRET...


I saw a thick wall growing
between you and me.

There I struggled to demolish
and dismantle the thick wall
between me and you, day and night
I laboured.

As one wall collapsed,
was astonished to see another wall
Erected immediately,
I worked hard with more spirit.

When I succeeded at last,
Went into shock to see
It's you who was creating
The iron wall and none.

My being shattered.
I hate myself for demolishing
The wall and seeing the truth
I wish I was ignorant of it.

I should have spent my life
With the wall , my faith
on you intact, my love for you
undisturbed, ignorance a bliss.

Seema Devi


 
Painting ..courtesy
Herman vanden

Dopo la pioggia - Larah Lei



Dopo la pioggia

Orme smemorate nel fango
sdraiate ad aspettare
che il passo tuo lontano
non sia più sogno
sotto un cielo al finir del suo pianto ,
tra gli odori che di umide speranze
riempiono le cose ....
Ancora uno scroscio di gocce ,
l'ultimo ....
e il tocco lieve di una foglia vinta
sul mio capo inabissato...
carezzevole , fresca
sull'idea che non disperde .
Cantano ora più lontane
le nuvole settembrine
e tacciono i miei passi sul selciato .
Attendono l'uccidersi pigro del tempo
ch'avanza e un po' s'arretra doloroso,
nel tremulo sospiro
di un destino vago .
_ by Larah Lei ______





_ Artista Wangjie Li ____

USNULO PERJE PLAMENACA...Alen Laura



USNULO PERJE PLAMENACA...

Pod usnulim perjem plamenaca
ti skupljaš krhotine sjećanja,
vežeš ih za mjesečinu,
pjevaš im davno ugasle bajke,
jedva čujne,
pod valovima užurbanih svjetova,
tamo negdje,na ivici svemira…
…na posljednjem zrnu pješčanoga sata…
Negdje,gdje ti stanuješ…

Na krilima savršeno bijelih labudova
prosipaš sićušne čestice izgubljenih čežnji,
nekada zarobljenih pogledima sumnjivih osoba…
Potpuno si se stopila…
Sa zvonkim pjevom zlatnoga fazana…
Potpuno si uronila…
U safirnom jezeru mojih zanesenih misli…
Alen Laura

 

CÂNTEC DE TOAMNĂ - Doina Bezea

 

Toamna-ntoarse obrazul de prin cetini, arsă, 
palmele-i de humă cară-n brațe mirii 
umbrele-i de aur strâng pământu-n coasă 
ceruind sub frunze moartea-n cartea firii. 
 
Munți-și pun năframa coaptelor fecioare 
ascunzând năvodul gerului prin spini 
flori de colț nuntesc peste-a toamnei zare 
adunând în scorburi colbul din ruini. 
 
Blând, izvorul șterge umbra vechi-i coase 
rătăcind prin suflet ca un cântec lin 
umbrele tăcerii șterg priviri duioase 
adâncind natura într-un somn divin. 
 
Cerul strânge-n bucium doina-n fir de ie 
odihnind suflarea îngerilor mii 
epoleții toamnei țes pe cruci de glie 
cântecul acesta, mir de păpădii! 
Autor Doina Bezea

SILENT EMOTION - Saraswati Poswal


SILENT EMOTION

Being broken..
When the knots are open..
Makes you feel lonely...
Take away all your emotion..

The one you trusted the best..
Escape out putting in stress...
You cannot collect yourself..
You become silent and trustless..
Emotion try to flow you...
Though the eyes...
You growled all ..
Salty water...
Without showing your hurt..
Engulfing all what made you caress..
Made you lonely...
You think to make a river flowing..
But the delima..
You are going...
Makes you silent...
Emotions out of your senses..
No matter what happen to you...
No matter who call or caress for you.
When someone your..
Ditch you in zigzag ways...
@Saraswati Poswal

 

Refugium Peccatorum - Francesca Barnabei



Refugium Peccatorum (in memoria delle vittime del sisma)
Si e' abbattuta
forte
la falce
su quella terra
che ora
solo polvere
culla
per sempre.
E scivola
lento
il dolore
tra lembi
di vesti abbandonate
a questo pianto.
Ma l' ape
ha galleggiato
nella botte
intrisa d' odio
senza rammentare
alcun' azzurro
delle tue promesse.
Tu sei Rifugio Eterno
ai sassi
Tu sei Divino Specchio
Sede Perpetua
di Codesta
Santa Divinita'.
Francesca Barnabei,t.d.r.

venerdì 16 settembre 2016

In a summer day - Ayoub Kimo




In a summer day
Dawn lifts up his clouds
High enough
To let the moon miserable
Beneath the sun, your love
The shadow chases my body
A divine spectrum
He can’t follow me
I am like a child,
Widely throwing his extremities
Your light runs in my veins
Strengthen my soul’s dance
My head is spinning into orbits of you
Overwhelmed by your love fragrance
Your radiation is warming my thought’s oceans
As your thoughts dangled from your ears
Temperate and full of vital colors
A tree could grow because of you
In a summer day