Two Poems By Rajesh Joshi

anding on this side of the river
I didn't think for a second
I couldn't cross it
I didn't sway
I didn't budge
The only visible thing was the ferry
That had to carry me further
The bridge was thin and small
I took one step at a time
Lightly , delicately
Eyes all on my feet
One step at a time

Three Poems BY Gina Ancheta Agsaulio

Life Is A True Adventure
Life is full of challenge before us,
Like the earth, we know that it is round
Is to wait and take a ride with the bus
Our inner senses help to answers found

Have a pictures of ideas and dream
Needs a strong spirit to commit with
When the sun goes down in reddish gleam
Radiantly sure and come up, like a myth

Just open your heart and eyes to the fact

Two Poems By Sadia Arman

When you went away

When you went away
You could have left an excuse
For a pleasant memory
To miss you by.
The breezy afternoons
On weekend parks,
The restless, active nights
That ended with
The cruel toll of the mobile alarm
On sleepy mornings,
Last minute outbursts
Of unrelenting passion,
the phone-call

To the office to say you can't come-
At least not in the morning.
The typhoons agitated

THROUGH EUROPEAN EYES... INDIA..--Ewa Simebida

Finally! After few years of waiting for the perfect moment I have made the present moment the perfect one and within one week I have arranged two weeks off of work, bought tickets and applied for a visa. My dream became a reality and my soul couldn't stop laughing, singing and dancing. Since the very first moment about 2 months earlier, when I have made my decision about going to India ASAP I felt enormous joy and happiness flowing from my soul. Nothing could make me upset. Either, nothing was going to stop me! The whole universe supported me and I was going to India!
Except tickets and visa, nothing was planned. I was actually specifically told not to dare to plan anything as India supposes to be discovered with your own eyes as real life
experience. So I took my dear friend Sandeep's advice to heart and gave up planning for pure joy of being here and now.
 My adventure firstly led me to Mumbai airport, which is huge and beautiful in such Indian way of course. There are beautiful carpets covering almost every centimetre of all floors, maybe except toilets... I felt a bit lost though, as the organisation of going through is completely different than I have experienced in European countries. Besides, immigration formalities aren't something I meet very often. Every one entering India is

Interview With Helen Sarita (Some Poems By Helen Sarita) : By Jatindr Aulakh

1- What is poetry? Why did you choose poetry for self-expression?

Poetry is a lyrics of a cascading emotion flowing like a music of every expressive soul. It is an artistic creation within that touches, inspires and uplift the spirit of both, the writer and the readers. Good poetry for me is not measured on how deep every word being put together but how much emotions one's heart speaks into writing.
I have lately discovered beiing bestowed of such a wondrous endowment and after doing my first few creations I found out that it could be a way to depict my oozing emotions, to let myself burst of all my feelings untold to splendidly touch some souls considering my humble being has gotten the wisdom brought by humility and life experiences. People who love to read and write poetry are passionate creations in the name of love and art. It is wonderful to share with these kind of individuals.
The other reason why I am choosing poetry

Festival Of France : Christine Hamaze

New Year’s evening
The first one is New Year’s Eve. It’s often with friends. We have colored balls and we throw them with kind of tube and streamers. At midnight, we kiss each other even if we don’t know the other. Till the end of January, we say happy new year to others. Before, cards were sending. Now, I receive more  by internet.

Epiphany
These days it’s king’s cake. It’s a famous feast for Christians. The mages kings went to see Jesus with presents. In  North of France. For Epiphany, we eat in North of France “galette des rois” , a cake made of almonds cream ( frangipane) or apples compote . There is in it a small “feve”, a small thing  in it  and which had it is declared queen or king for the day

Chandeleur et Mardi Gras
We eat pancakes. The best region is in Brittany West of France. There are pancakes with sugar and cassonnade a kind of Belgian sugar.

Poems Gurpreet Kaur Bhogal

STRIKE A POSE.....

Strike a pose.....
that to life you owe,
come out, come on and show....
Strike a pose
like that lightning's streak
in which finally shows itself uncladded,
a night meek......
Strike a pose...
as the waves bizarre,
at their wildest best
like an unhinged ramping star......
Strike a pose
like a rose,

Roland Garros'tournament / Christine Hamez

June 2014

I went to Roland Garros tennis tournament with my old colleagues from "Paris". I saw three matches, two of men and one of women. I saw playing Gaêl Monfils; It was pleasure to see him he even did a split. Afterwards we went to a Greek restaurant in Saint German des près a famous place in Paris. I have often visited this place. when I slept in Paris because sometimes I worked there. Afterwards, I slept in my daughter's flat. We arrived at 3 and the outlying was closed. A happy journey; 

 On ascension’s day it was the clearance sale. People sell old things. With

my group, we sell beauty products for a lottery. We also sold coffee but it was not for us. On end of the week , our son told us he wanted to be married in 2015. A busy week, isn't it?