Eternal Echoes: Philosophical Verses by Sudhakar

 

Sudhakar Gaidhani  is a M.A.M.F.A.(Honorary Litt.D.)Date of Birth - 18th September Place of Birth - Khapa, Dist. Nagpur-India.Former Part-time lecturer at Government BFA College, Nagpur for nine years, before that Assistant Postmaster in the Post Office In 2017, the World Academy of Arts and Culture-USA/World Congress of Poets in Mongolia awarded him the honorary doctorate "Doctor of Literature (Litt.D.)". Along with this, he has received honorary doctorates from three other world-recognized art and literature institutions.

* Honorary title of Knight from the Imperial and Royal House of Indonesia. He was awarded the William Blake International Award from Romania's 'Contact International' journal, the Silver Cross for Culture, the World Medal from Italy. In addition, he received awards of one lakh Rupees each from the Hindu Research Foundation and the Krishi Vikas Pratishthan. The Gyanyogi Award from Sahitya Vihar. The Vidyavachaspati Prof. Ram Shewalkar Award from Nagpur Municipal Corporation-Maharashtra. He is the author of the play 'Raibai Bhulabai' and has received the Maharashtra Government's Best Music Direction Award for the music direction of this play. The Maharashtra Government's Best Literature Award for the epic poem DevdootThe Angel. This book has been listed in the UNESCO List. Participation in a painting exhibition along with world known painters B.Goswami and Prof.Prakash Kawale.

A POETIC ODYSSEY OF DR JERNAIL SINGH ANAND' BY RUPA RAO RELEASED

 

Rupa Rao's A Poetic Odyssey : A biography of Dr Jernail Singh Anand was released at a function organised by International Academy of Ethics, at Bahai House, Sector 8, Chandigarh, chaired by Dr Anand, President of the International Academy of Ethics.

Dr Manju Chouhan, who moderated the event, in her review of the book  described it an excellent tribute to Dr Jernail Singh Anand, a Nobel Nominee,  who  has  authored 200 books, out of which 18 are epics of lasting  literary value.  Dr Anand is Laureate of Charter of Morava, Seneca, Franz Kafka and Maxim Gorky awards, whose  name is etched on the Poets Rock in Serbia. He was conferred Hony Membership of the Association of Serbian

Juraeva Aziza Rakhmatovna: Whispers of Eternal Bloom: Seasons of the Heart

 

My Daughter

You are my angel, your face full of light,

My sunshine, my queen, my soul, my delight.

For the pain in my heart, your words are a cure,

With you, every moment feels joyful and pure.

I wish you a future of happiness and grace,

May bright destiny always shine on your face, my child.

May you understand life’s meaning so deep,

Three poems by Timothee Bordenave

Timothee Bordenave is a French author of essays, fictions and poems. He has published about 25 books today, in France and internationally. He is also an international artist 

He used to work directing libraries in Paris, where he was born in 1984.

Gratitude

How could I express o Mary,

How dedicated and grateful,

I am to your son, mercyful,

To you Queen of the Skies, Glory ?

Dasharath Naik

         DASHARATH NAIK  (23.06.1964 ), the eldest son of Late Madan Mohan Naik & Sabitri Naik , hails from Bijadihi in the Sundargarh district, Odisha . A student of English Literature, Sri Naik likes all the genres especially poetry. As a bi-lingual poet, he writes both in English and Odia for his  own pleasure and Humanity is his main concern .

I AM ME

I am me

In flow of time

A silent river.

I am me 

with my mud walls 

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi: A Voice of Nature and Peace

 

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi, born on November 16, 1975, in Khuian village, Tehsil Kahuta, Islamabad, area of Pakistan, is an internationally recognized poet, writer, and educator. Writing primarily in English, his literary works focus deeply on Nature and Peace, themes close to his heart and central to his lifelong mission. From a very young age, Dr. Abbasi faced profound personal loss—his mother passed away when he was just three years old, after a tragic fall into a ravine. This early life hardship shaped his resilient spirit and inspired his poetic voice, which now echoes the message of peace, humanity, and emotional resilience across borders. He has won multiple awards and has consistently secured top positions in numerous national and international poetry competitions. His poems have been published in anthologies, literary journals, newspapers, and magazines around the world. Dr. Abbasi is also a vibrant member of over 30 global literary and humanitarian organizations. In 2024, Dr. Abbasi earned 3rd place in the prestigious Friedrich von Schiller International Literary Competition held in Germany, marking yet another milestone in literary journey.

The Parting 

Whiteness was separated from blackness.

 The intensity of the cold had reached its peak.

 The day was in its early stages.

 There were many crows flying over my head.

 Some of them were on the ground and some were in the air.

 They  were writhing in agony.

 I felt like they were grieving someone.

 I took two steps forward

Poems Of Xasanova Aziza Kumushbek qizi

 

Home

When I arrived with tearful eyes,

No place but home could ever suffice.

Its warmth and joy — a special blend,

With tea and talks that never end.

The time with parents, calm and bright,

Would fill our home with extra light.

No dearer corner can I find,

That home holds all I left behind.

From childhood to my very start,

It keeps the memories in my heart.

To My Teacher

Within my heart still live the words you said,

The poems spoken since my youth was led.

With eyes so kind, with care in every glance,

You taught me life — its wisdom and its chance.

The flame you lit still brightly burns in me,

Each step, each word, a gift I learned from thee.

Today I stand a teacher in my role,

You taught me life — you shaped my heart and soul.

From heart to heart you spoke, my dearest guide,

With sincere love you taught, you lived, you tried.

To thank you now is more than just a phrase,

Harmit Vidharthi's Poetry: That Stir The Readers's Mind

Feet

Since morning

Four times have I been to the terrace

Twice to the porch

About a hundred steps have I walked in the lobby 

Once or twice, I have peeped 

Out of the gate too

I am tired

A tub filled with lukewarm salt water

And I sit dipping my feet in it

Suddenly, 

in the mind, grow

many feet

I watch closely:

They are swollen,

Heels cracked,

Blood oozes from the ankles,

The nails

As a result of stumbling,