The Swan August 2024

The Swan August/October 2024

Am I Alien? Dr. José Luis López

Introspective viewing inside,

who am I losing my mind or who am I going to be able to live?

last night I was blocked into a unsounded cage, surely I couldn't get a scream,

my being was recalled to actively a new evaluation,

I was thinking how to be someone else where the world would have been different, where I could breathe a renewed fresh air,

I looked around me, every year always confirmed the same, we can't apply what we preach, and there's a facade in all we behaved.

Am I Alien? Am I losing my life?

Probably I'm not properly defended from the enemies I can't believe neither opponents who might think the contrary of me,

All I can say or all I want to do is reinstate into a new universe where I could let out this battle of uncertainty this world is capture me on.

Am I Alien? I can't meet my own portrait, because I felt inadequate of who I would have been or should I have moved according to everyone else.

Am I Alien? Or, I have to think, am I not what the world has become because they don't fit my best resources nor my desires.

©® Dr. José Luis López

Puerto Rico

Ripples Of Fall : JATINDER AULAKH

 

These days autumn in full swing and winter at its peak. Sometimes mind taste sadness and loneliness. 

Today was freezing day but dim sunshine breaking the predominance of winter waves as sunlight giving healing spells to day's wounds. 

    On this winter day, I decided to take some photographs of autumn trees, watch the ripples of fall and talk with autumn trees.

    I took my bike and went to spend one day with autumn trees. Although I am not a sage who is under rigorous austerities in the wilderness and can understand language of trees. But if you love the trees and try to talk to them they sense your gesture. Trees can be your friend, you can tell them distinction of inner mind and they never betrayed.

    Whenever! I passed through the roads I often became the friend of trees which are rising on edge of paths. Often I stopped and talked to them I seem that they often give a reflex.

    Four years ago I was traveling  across the solitary area of Himachal. I saw huge banyan tree grown by the roadside, and I stopped to know about him. It seemed that he silently vibrant  toward me. I still remember  that tree, and when I will pass through that way I will stop there again, and revive the friendship, will spend some memorable moments with that tree.

Today, I came out to meet and talk with the despondent trees of autumn.

Fade, dry branches without leafs were experiencing the rude changes of weather. Crisp dry trees presented a vulnerable view of life. They reveal the story of life’s uncertainty.

    They bear all the percussion of weather in remaining peace without conflicts, and always make friendship with every season. Trees can change their nature of existence in the unwanted situations and makes themselves tolerate.

I came to know at today's photography tour that trees always remain in hope. They always enthusiastic that spring will pervail on their  Dry twigs, and they will taste the pleasure of satisfaction of joyful life…….

(Photos by: Jatinder Aulakh)

              

              

SWAN IN LILY POND : Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Silently he glances at the lilies

Wading among the fresh livid flowers
Another season of wait and willies
Never ending lengthy summer warm hours

In his  songs  are filled tales of misfortune
No less tragic are his search for a mate
Looking at the flocks, calls with importune
Insisting on his  will to  beat his fate

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