LOVE WINS ALWAYS - Ranjit K Sahu

 

Life maybe spent waiting for someone close

Or days may pass without a glimpse of love

Vain may seem the cause that a lover chose

Ending in the calls of a lonely dove

What happens with time to men who can say

In the journey among the waves of life

No one has ever knows  fate or it’s  way

Anthology Of Ozbek Poets In Hindi And English.

 Whispering ' Anthology Of Ozbek Poets In Hindi And English'

Edited by:  Zohru Eshonkulova

Translated by

Ms. Shobna Jindal

Dr. Aarti Kumari

Dr. Sangeta Singh

'Gloomy Future' A Poem by Manmohan Bhinder

They are standing 

near the park to get a work

for the day,

wake up early morning 

And cook some food 

and a cup of coffee 

they standing every morning 

corner of this park.

they spend lot of money to reach 

this beautiful country for there bright future but they still fight there destiny, 

'Yours Untruly' Prof.Suhas Patwardhan

I just can't erase this incident from the canvas of my memory even after a long span of more than five decades.As teachers Mr.Madhukar and I had worked together in a far off remote country side secondary school in Maharashtra.Both of us were new to the job.Naturally we used to compliment each other to boost up our morale.

     Both of us being bachelors we walked together,talked together,ate together  ,laughed together.We lived together both in sunshine and rain.

Not wonder staff members referred to us as twins.

    Our happy and envious association, however,came to an abrupt end as I was selected for a  job in a nationalised bank.I left the place for ever having

I am lit 'Shelleyandra'

My aim is defined,

I am lit and inquisitive,

I want more light,

I want to be charged to

Remain devoted in my life.

My fears evaporate,

As i walk on path of truth,

I feel more humane 

and compassionate,

I feel humble and like this trait.

I have learnt about the books,

These creations are full of life 

reshaping

 Outlook,

 They inculcate never die approach,

 From grandparents and the past they

 Are carry forward the Eternal truth.

 I am greying day by day,

 I am becoming tolerant day by day,

 I am opening up in life now,

 I am sharing and becoming caring

 In the coming life going to stay.

 I am lending my hearts to poor souls,

 I am lending shoulers to listen to all,

 I am allowing everyone to satisfy their

 Eagerness,

 I am not tall , but want 

to be a tall figure

For comforting the souls.

Shelleyandra

Poems Of Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Ranjit Sahu, was born in India and is a doctorate in biotechnology. At present he is employed as a Research Associate in the University of Virginia, Charlottesville, USA. He is an artist painting using oil and acrylic as media. His interests include portraits and landscapes as well a mother natural elements. He has recently developed an interest n photography. He has published three collections of poemsf in English ( 2005: A Year of Love (2005) and Drunk (2006) ) , volume in KDP (Bits of Childhood). And comapnion (2008). He also has published a volume of poems in Hindi ( Kuch Lamhe Kuch Jazbaat

(Some moments some feelings) 2014). His first collection of Odia poems, "Raati" was published in 2017 with another in 2019 (Jeebanara Sourabah).. He is a free lance columnist and writes semi- technical articles for various magazines other than his routine research Presently he is working on several volumes of poems with different themes in English and Odia. He has traveled to different countries and included this experience in his collection of poems titled “ Drunk”. His forth coming collection of poems is “ The

Bronx to Boston and Back", a collection of English poems in free verse.

Ranjit K. Sahu, currently residing in Charlottesville, is a free lance, self taught artist who uses oil and acrylic media. His past works had been exhibited in the ‘Whimsical Winter Wonders’ events held during 2017 and 2016 at the Poe Park Centre, The Bronx, New York. He also had a solo exhibition of his arts in 2017 in Bhubaneswar, India.

Apart from his profession (Medical research), he is a published poet, author, short story writer and a columnist writing in English, Hindi and Odia (Mother tongue) and a Photographer.        (Presented by: Jatinder Aulakh)

A Dreamy night

 This never ending fire is misspelled love,

Buried so deeply in the hearts within,

It Erupts as required for its behove,

Burning the marrow penetrating skin.

I listen to my heart beats growing loud,

As the flames of passion entangle me,

Which volcano can be doused by a cloud,

However dark and clammy the cloud maybe?

Poems Of Eva Petropoulou Lianoy

 

Eva was born in Xylokastro where she completed her basics studies. She loved journalism by small and attended journalism lesson at the ANT1 School. In 1994 she worked as a journalist in French newspaper "Le LIBRE JOURNAL," but her love for Greece won and returned to her sunny home. Since 2002, she lives and works in Athens.She works as a web radio producer reading fairy tales at radio logotexniko vima every sunday. Recently she become responsible for the children literary section in Vivlio anazitiseis publications in Cuprys. 

She published books and ebooks: " I and my other avenger, my Skia publications Saita." "Zeraldin and The elf of the lake" in Italian and in French as well as “The daughter of the Moon” in 2 languages ​​English and Greek. The Moon Daughter published by Ocelotos 4 times, received best reviews for author's writing and writing style.

She is a member of the Unesco Logos and Art Group, of the writers of Corinth, of Panhellenic Writers Association. Also her work is mentioned in the Known Greek awarded encyclopedia for Poets and authors, Harry Patsi, page 300.

Her books have been cleared by the Ministry of Education of Cyprus.

Eva’s recent work includes: "The water Amazon fairy called Myrtia" ,illustrated by Vivi Markatos, dedicated to a girl that become handicap after a sexual assault and the translation of stories of Lafcadio Hearn, "Fairytravel with stories from Far East", an idea that she worked more than 6 months illustrated by MsNtinaAnastasiadoy, very known sculptor and sumi e painter in Greece. 

 Blog: http://evalianou.blogspot.gr E-mail: eviepara@yahoo.fr

 

Contact

 I forgot what a kiss is The taste of an afternoon coffee.

So as the waves pulled from the land, I feel like a desert ship.

 

Contact I forgot what that word means, Shipwreck for months In books I look for a meaning to embrace me, to tell me everything will be fine ..

‘ Kunti’, A Eminent Confluence Of Fine Art

Kunti was born in 13/4/1957 in Alampur, Distt: Bhind of Uttar Pardesh.  After completion education from Ujjain and Bundelkhad Universities she got diploma in arts from Bombay and also studied journalism from New Delhi.  Kunty is a poetess, painter and president of Bundelkhand Literature Academy. She has been published in several national newspapers and magazines. Her works published in dozens of national and international anthologies.

Kunti came in limelight with three poetry books ‘ANDHERE ME KANDEEL’,  ‘ PANCHVAN MAUSAM’,  ‘ TYTLIEON KE SHARAP’.

She is a well known painter and her paintings exhibited in many national and international exhibitions. Mostly, she represented divine form of ancient Indian mythological Goddess through her art works.

Her books and art works got many national and state awards and she honored in many national literary functions includes ‘AKHILYA BHARTYA HINDI SEVA SANMAAN’, ‘BUNDELKHAD RATAN’, ‘INDIA INTERCULTURAL INSTITUE HONORED HER WITH SAHYATYA SHIROMNY’, ‘ SHAAN E SHABAD’ FROM UDEYPUR UNIVERSITY’ AND MANY MORE PROUDS ARE STROED IN HER BUCCKET’.

SHE ALSO GOT ‘LAKSHAMY BAHI VEERTA PRIZE’  by Chief Minister Shri Akhilesh Yadav’.  We are glad to presented her poetry on our pages.( contact: kuntyhs@gmail.com)

                                                    (Jatinder Aulakh, poetaulakh@gmail.com)

Anavart Ho Sakungi (Will I Come to Life ?  )  

Hidden in a stone, there lies my face

Will I ever come to life and unveiled?

 

Those life's songs and verse

I am longing to hum and sing

Will my voice ever be heard?

 

Buried deep, in the depths of my mind

are the dreams that are still alive

Will those ever, return once more to life ?

 

The silenced words and a soul,

Struggling, trapped and fraught