Saturday, June 20, 2026

"EUROPE, WHERE ARE YOU GOING! " ​By Don Francesco Alfredo Maria Mariano

To speak of Chivalry and nobility in an era when even their memory has been lost, in times when every ideal is inexorably overwhelmed and bent to the most hedonistic satisfactions of life, is an undertaking that is not only highly arduous, but perhaps to some, strange and anachronistic.

​Everything progresses dizzyingly through inventions and discoveries, while in the field of ideal values man, turning his gaze toward the conquest of the immensity of the skies, completely neglects the path of "nosce te ipsum" ("know thyself") and that of a closer investigation into the vast, unexplored world of the human soul.

​It must be stated, however, that even today, while absurd theories of human leveling assert themselves and the space available to homo spiritualis is inexorably reduced, a Chivalry continues to exist that does not die and can never fade away: it is the Chivalry of the Spirit, which is substantiated and perpetually blossoms in an ideal of justice and beauty—so exquisite and rare that it morphs, almost, into a dream-like ideal, yet one that retains its peculiar social function even in this end of the millennium.

​Even though times have changed and certain metamorphoses have become logical and necessary, the ancient ideals maintain their validity and relevance, managing to perpetuate themselves as the expression of a profound ethical system.

Modern Knights, who do not differ much from those of antiquity, share the same mission, the same noble heritage to carry in their blood and hearts, and the same duty as of old to "lend an ear everywhere to catch cries for help."

​Everyone must fight for the reaffirmation of the perennial values of life and, through personal industriousness and dedication, continuously revitalize the torch of love, fraternity, friendship, justice, and peace—for these are the values, and they alone, that make life sacred and worth living.

​The heritage received from our predecessors is not enough; continuity is also required—that is, continuing on the path of commitment, goodness, and valor so that this heritage does not exhaust itself, but survives, enriched by new lifeblood.

​Chivalry was born with the rise of Feudalism which, by privileging primogeniture, left all the cadets of the feudal family—meaning the sons born after the firstborn—to fend for themselves.

​These younger sons either resigned themselves to living under the authority of their older brother, embraced an ecclesiastical career, or fought in the service of some feudal lord. Even this last option was not simple: the road to becoming a professional warrior was long and hard: first training as a page until the age of fourteen, and then as a squire. Finally, around the age of twenty, he would receive his full armor: breastplate, helmet, sword, and golden spurs. During the investiture ceremony, the Feudal Lord would proclaim him a knight.

​But these knights did not yet possess the characteristics of those who would later distinguish themselves in defending noble virtues. The Church thus intervened to provide a moral direction to their activities. In this way, an unhealthy and dangerous segment of that society was reshaped through a religious and charitable ideal.

​Chivalry thus became a great force, an aristocracy of valor and gentleness, a bulwark against the tyrannical, a defense for the Church in the struggle against infidels, and the symbol of loyalty and honor. The code of honor of every knight exalted dedication to the weak and their needs against the injustices of the powerful, the defense of children, the protection of orphans and widows, the veneration of women, and the fight to safeguard the noblest ideals of faith.

​Christianized Chivalry was one of the greatest triumphs of the Church, and proof of this lay in the great crusades, the ultimate expression of the chivalric ideal. In its blossoming and splendor, Chivalry was a body open to all, nobles and non-nobles alike, especially since from its origins it had been shaped by the principle that "the supreme reason for excellence, among all those who belonged to it, was not birth, but personal merit."

​Thus, all knights were equal to one another, including those of royal blood! Furthermore, chivalric dignity was a personal and non-transferable matter, though one Knight could dub another. The Church later transformed the investiture ceremony into a religious consecration, preceded by the vigil of arms; awaiting this second baptism, the investiture was accompanied by solemn religious ceremonies such as the blessing of weapons, Holy Communion, and the oath.

​In fact, the aspiring knight would swear on the Gospels in public to the one granting him the investiture, promising to always be faithful to the Church and to the laws of honor, to behave courageously and loyally, to keep his word, not to betray his Lord, to fight for the Christian faith against infidels, to "right" wrongs, to avenge injustices, and to protect the oppressed, orphans, and widows.

​Thus, from the 11th to the 14th century, Chivalry developed across Europe, especially in France, Spain, and Italy. Various Chivalric Orders arose, carrying everywhere, along with Faith in Christ, those new concepts of humanity and generosity from which a new social justice emerged. They fostered industries and commerce, founded hospitals and leprosariums, and left the mark of a new civilization that was simultaneously chivalric and Christian, writing pages of an immortal epic upon the fiery battlefields and across the bleeding seas of Lepanto.

​Chivalry thus became a sort of religion, as appears from the ceremony of its "arming," which was rich in liturgical and military practices. Similar to a consecrated person, the aspiring knight had to serve his novitiate as a "page"; then, just as a novice becomes a "cleric" and then a "priest," so the page became a "postulant squire" and finally a "knight."

​And while the military rite was quite simple, consisting of the presentation of the sword and spurs, the religious rite was highly complex and deeply liturgical. The "bath" and the "white robe" of the postulant symbolized Baptism; the sackcloth he wore represented "penance" and "confession"; the piattata—that is, the tap of the sword on the shoulder—the accollata (the touching of the shoulder and the kiss on the left cheek), all occurring after the oath, signified confirmatio.

​Finally, there was the priest's blessing, the "sacred unction." And this mystical rite did indeed create a spiritual kinship between the one who "armed the knight" and the one who was "armed."

​It was much like the cognatio spiritualis provided for in Confirmation by Canon Law, inter confirmatum et patrinum (between the confirmed and the godfather). To "arm a knight" was a high privilege of the knight himself, almost a sacramental chrism.

​"I will not invade a church in any way. I will not attack a cleric or a monk unless they carry the weapons of the world [...] I will not take their horse. I will not assault the peasant man or woman, nor the merchants; I will not take their horse; I will not ruin them by taking their money; I will not ruin them by taking their goods under the pretext of their lord's war, and I will not beat them to deprive them of their livelihood. I will not burn down or tear down houses, unless I find an enemy knight or a thief inside them [...] I will not attack noble women nor those traveling with them [...]; I will behave in the same manner toward widows and nuns."

​These are just a few passages taken from the oath document of the medieval knight, reported in the book The Year One Thousand by the French medieval historian Georges Duby.

​It would be interesting to list all the places, people, and assets that the knight swore to respect, shielding them from violence, with the exception of circumstances where self-defense was legitimately required—according to a principle of elementary and understandable common sense, of natural self-preservation when faced with an imminent threat.

​A threat which, alas! Is repeating itself through a silent invasion masquerading as immigration, except for those poor souls fleeing from wars.

​Thus, our traditions are once again in danger, our Europe is in danger, our children are in danger, as is our economy; our demographic growth is in danger, not to mention social order and discipline.

​Unfortunately, the values that our ancestors achieved with such great effort, sometimes even with their blood, are crumbling, attempting to alter our generation for the worse.

​Upon that code of values—based on the contempt for danger, the defense of faith, the protection of the weak, and the devotion to the beloved woman—rested the Knight's sense of honor and the title itself, which could be revoked at any moment for an act of felony or cowardice.

​The Knight, therefore, is not someone who flaunts just any cross, whether merited or not, but someone who succeeds in embodying the elevation and ethical refinement of life; one who stands as a true paladin of law and faith, of the weak and the oppressed, an enemy to all that is futile and vulgar.

​A Knight is only one who carries in his blood, mind, and heart that yearning for loyalty, justice, generosity, and altruism for which Chivalry has been, is, and will be in all times and in any social system the forerunner of every noble action, at the service of one's neighbor, but above all of God Our Lord. Whether "warrior" or "religious," it always constitutes a noble institution instrumental to human evolution. Saints and Knights are the apostles of the spirit, and they often end up merging into a single militia. It is no coincidence that Saint Francis of Assisi called his poor friars "knights," who in modesty and poverty stood to stem a century of luxury and corruption.

​In our testimony, therefore, through Faith and example in a Truth that wants us strong, loyal, generous, and courageous in defending Christian principles, we must recognize the meaning of the insignia, the merit, and the value of Chivalric Orders and Associations: an award for rectitude, to modern Knights, messengers of a new conception of international relations that are understood as a noble contest for the conquest of the highest ideals, in ever-living respect for one's own and others' culture.

​Every Homeland is an expression of this, becoming the sacred guardian of its precious roots, without which every identity is erased, every historical event rendered vain, and its profound teaching lost. The greatest of all Evils is the loss of memory.

​Hard is the path for us Europeans to ensure that the bond with our ancient Fathers is not lost and that Chaos does not prevail, but our patron Saints are always by our side to sustain us in this fight that only true knights can wage without losing heart! The supreme Celestial will will ensure that we find each other again and help one another in the defense of our august tradition and two-thousand-year-old civilization.

​Already in the Middle Ages, the concept of the Homeland was well-rooted and took shape through attachment to the land, in the love of the territory. One need only think of the daring Joan of Arc, certain in her heart of the mission to be accomplished by divine appointment, who was placed alongside the commanders of the French army against the invaders.

​But even prior to that, as another great French medievalist, RĂ©gine Pernoud, reminds us, back in the distant year of 1124, when the armies of Emperor Henry V attempted to invade France, a strong national sentiment blossomed everywhere, causing a general rush to arms throughout the kingdom.

​Even the rebelling barons forgot their disputes to rally together under the royal banner, the famous red oriflamme bordered with green, which Louis VI had taken from the altar of Saint-Denis.

​The emperor, after invading the county of Champagne and reaching Reims, caught off guard by such spontaneous and unified resistance, marched backward.

​Let us never forget that without justice—the virtue par excellence—no peace is possible since, as Gandhi, the founder of the sacred principle of non-violent struggle, taught us, "no civilization can be considered as such if it seeks to prevail over others." It is well known: the sun is closer to its rising the deeper the night is. Thus, the forces of the spirit, often mortified, strengthen within themselves their greatest energies for rebirth, precisely when "matter" seems to overwhelm every ideal of life.

​This is why, in days like ours, when profit succeeds in clouding the moral world, we must lift our eyes toward the light, looking toward that "Knight's banner"—luminous and bleeding from the suffering of martyrs and heroes—as a sun for the rebirth of ourselves and of all Humanity; but particularly today, more than ever, we must safeguard our Europe.

Feliciter and may God help us!






Thursday, April 16, 2026

SUDHAKAR GAIDHANI THE PIONEER OF THE MODERN COSMIC EPIC - Safaa Dawood, Egypt.

 

India's pulse in Rehab Nile. "

*Sudhakar Gaidhani*: the cosmic poet who raised the man with one word

In Rehab (Lighthouse of Serenity), we believe that souls are enlisted soldiers, and that light, when it leaves the heart, does not need appeal to illuminate another heart in the ends of the earth. And from this start, we are pleased to introduce you to a global literary stature who has been able to transform the letter into a bridge of peace: the cosmic poet Sudhakar Gaidhani.

Sudhakar Gaidhani is an epic poet and a contemporary Indian philosopher, whose works have been translated into more than 35 universal languages. He is the pioneer of the modern cosmic epic, where his genius manifested in his famous work (Angel Devdoot); the "Messenger of Care" who descends to mend the brokenness of humans and wipe the tears of the deprived in a cosmic language understood by all with a good heart. Gaidhani did not only arrange poetry, but made his poems a humanitarian project called "*The Restoration of Man*"; and he is Seeking to rebuild the human spirit through values of love, beauty, and inherent purity. In view of this noble sincerity, I have lifted international accolades, including the "Silver Cross for Culture" medal from Italy, and the "William Blake International Award." 

A footprint that blooms in the heart of India

Sudhakar Gaidhani

Sudhakar Gaidhani

When the poem turns into a paradise and paradise. Poet Sudhakar Gaidhani has not only ceased to the world fame, but his country has honoured him with the most beautiful man alive; the Municipality of Khapa has inaugurated a huge park bearing his name (Epic Poet Sudhakar Gaidhani Garden) in his city of two acres.

It is a green space that gives people tranquility, just as its poems give them reassurance; to be a living witness that the good word that comes out of the heart, turns into a paradise that shelters the tired souls. 

*Symphony of Serenity*: Music in the Gidehani World

"Sudhakar Gaidhani's music is not just a melody that is heard, it is the 'language of the soul' that rearranges the chaos of the world within us, and gives us the calmness that we chant in the region of light:"

*Letter Music*: is the rhythm originated from "honesty issue". For every letter is a cosmic musical bell, which is understood by everyone with a sound heart; where Gaidhani plays the serenity with his words, so that man can understand whatever his language is.

In his philosophy, the universal music, the whole universe is in a constant state of playing. 

A man's restoration begins when his soul is in tune with this divine rhythm, and his pains are transformed from a "noise" to a "silent prayer and tones of light" that lifts the soul towards its Creator.

The sound of stillness is a state of ‘auditory stillness’ that overwhelms the reader; where the noise of the outside world is silenced to make room for music of inherent purity that fills the souls.

The Lost Soundtrack: As described by critics as "the soundtrack of life"; an original rhythm that gives us hope and serenity even in the most difficult circumstances, just as this rich garden gives us peace of mind.

“Behind every letter in Sudhakar’s poems lies a deep existential pain; he does not write about the tragedy as a watch, but as a heart that bleeds with every orphaned child or a faint cry under the ruins.” This 'cosmic' poet carries the pains of humanity over his kahlia, turning his personal suffering and struggle with the ugliness of wars into a 'sacred cry' that shakes consciences. He burns with his sincerity to be a witness to the tragedy of man, proving that a true poet is one who suffers to give others something of hope. And a little bit of healing.

Why are we meeting him in the *Zone of Light**”?

Voice of the voiceless: Gaidhani grew up in an environment close to the suffering of people, which made his hair saturated with the smell of the earth and the sweat of the laborers. He does not write from the "Ivory Tower", he writes from the heart of pain to transform it into the energy of light, and that is *why he is called the "poet of the poor*".

Cosmic Consciousness: His poetry is characterized by the philosophy of "no-borders"; it refuses to be limited by race or religion, and sees that (*the language of tears*) *is the only language that does not need a translator* the pains of humans are the same in India as it is in the heart of Cairo.

Angel Devdoot (Messenger of Care): In his grand epic, Gaidhani depicts the angel not as a distant celestial being, but as a symbol of the awakened human conscience descending to uproot the fragments of men and wipe away the tears of the deprived.

*Dante the East*: Critics call him by this title for his superb ability to portray the soul’s journey from the torments of “earthly hell” to the horizons of spiritual serenity, making his poems an “antidote for the soul.”

    HOLD THE CLOSING

We are in Manara Safaa, we do not meet the "knowledgers" by chance, but we meet with them on the table of purity, to prove that the differences dissolve and the noble impact remains. We publish this dia to be a "*prayer of light*" that gives lost souls their lost knife.

When the circle is complete, we realize that the soul's journey through letters and nobles is the only journey that knows no end; we do not write to end, but to meet souls like us in serenity. There, where a word becomes a prayer and sincerity becomes a covenant, we find our lost knife.

When I read the words of this cosmic poet, I realized that what connects us is not the geography of place, but the shared humanity and the light that lies deep in our souls. It is an invitation to liberate the soul; the butterflies of our souls were created to cross all boundaries, break the yokes of despair, to seek freely toward the divine light that envelops the universe.

May the soul return filled with serenity and light. Our wishes are all to live, to spread love and peace; and it is the noble call shared between us and our humanitarian poet Sudhakar.

«Let our words be letters of light, echoing our pure souls that desire good. When letters give light, souls become the lighthouse. »

Who got his hair cut out

"Don't ask about my language..

And look at my wounds, you will know that we are brothers.

I dont write ink on paper,

I used to raise a person with a sigh, it became a prayer. "

...As we conclude our journey today in the area of light, we leave you a 'flower of light' that perfumes your souls with serenity and love." 

Closing glow ( Sudhakar Gaidhani ) :

When the voice of the soul rises with love, the noise of the world disappears.” We are not strange bodies met by chance, but we are ancient lights known in the sky before letters were incarnated on the earth. "

A glimpse of the cosmic poet's thought:

“When the voice of the soul rises with love, the noise of the world disappears.” We are not strange bodies met by chance, but we are ancient lights known in the sky before letters were incarnated on the earth. "

Written by : *Safa Dawood*

( EGYPT )








Friday, March 6, 2026

Grant Brissett : War And Human Phyche

 

This poem began, quietly, as a
reckoning. I wanted to understand why, in every era, the same fever spreads under different banners. 

It never starts with generals; it starts with longing — to be certain, to belong, to mean something. And so the bravely foolish rise again, convinced that dying well can redeem a world built on fear.

Each war, I think, is a mirror. We keep mistaking the reflection for the enemy. The battlefield moves, but the impulse doesn’t; it lives in the heart’s suspicion of its own good.

I wrote this in Melbourne, in the cool air of early Autumn 2026 — a season of calm light and quiet foreboding. The leaves turn to flame without a sound, and you can almost 

believe that beauty, too, remembers what it cost.

------

What Causes Bloody War

“Every age begins with hope and ends with reason’s rust.  

Man makes his meaning from the dust.”

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

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.

Thursday, February 26, 2026

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

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

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,

Monday, February 23, 2026

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 ?

Saturday, February 7, 2026

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 

Sunday, February 1, 2026

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

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

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,

Saturday, January 24, 2026

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,

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Parvinder Nagi: ​Symphonies of the Soul: Verses of Peace and Passion


Parvinder was born and brought up in Mombasa, Kenya, East Africa. Parvinder has dedicated her career shaping the minds of future generations as a Principal. Parvinder is a national award winner from NCERT, New Delhi.

Parvinder is an author of a poetry book, “UNFATHOMED SECRETS”, a heartfelt collection of 100 poems from the abyss of her heart.She is a recipient of many literary awards.* An Ambassador for peace in the world poetic fraternity,* The Global Peace Ambassador Awards, * Literary Ambassador Awards* Honorary Doctorate Awards

*An Ambassador for Indian Culture Insight Magazine *An official member of CIESART *Bestowed upon with Honorary doctorate degree Parvinder’s poems are --Published among 231 great noble world poets, 

in the book “ WORLD CONTEMPORARY POETS VOLUME 2”-Published in Turkish in “ Poets From The World “, -Published in “ Global Change Makers” -Published in “The Women - Global Poetic Gems" a collection of lyrical poems by International poets -Published in “UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND HUMANITY”A Special International Poetry Anthology For The Disability.-Published in, THE GRAND ANTHOLOGY OF WORLD LOVE AND PEACE POETS VOL.I

Parvinder is a translator and has translated a historical chronological book, from Kosovo, written by Dibran Fylli “Prekazi Brezni Trimash-HE IS ALIVE“ And another poetry book of selected poems “ A caress in the soul “ of a renowned author, writer and editor Angela Kosta from Albania, into her mother language Punjabi.

She has also translated the book, THE GREAT WARRIOR ( Klisania and Trifilia )into Punjabi by the editor/poet Agron Shele  from Belgium. Parvinder’s poems are music to the heart that express different aspects of life, using different styles and themes giving pleasure to the readers.


 IF YOU CHOOSE TO 

If you choose to read through 

The poems of my heart;

Walk by me through the 

Roughest storms 

Wading through the 

Saturday, January 17, 2026

​Voices of Peace and Resilience: The Poetic World of Jyotirmaya Thakur

Jyotirmaya Thakur born in India, is a retired Principal of Cambridge affiliated school, bilingual author of around fifty books in five  genres with many waiting to be published ,translated into over 43  languages and is a co-author in  many International Anthologies. Her poems , stories , articles and research papers have been widely published and translated in many languages in highly acclaimed journals and reputed magazines. Jyotirmaya Thakur is an illustrious author and poet, Peace Ambassador and a veteran academic. A voice to adhere to in our tumultuous times. Her academic experience and intellect combine to make her books a very useful companion to anyone seeking a path in a maze of confusion. 

Jyotirmaya  earned a Bachelor’s Degree and Masters Degree in English language and literature from Indian University and  London University. She also has earned GrandMaster Degree in Reiki Healing and Karuna Reiki as well as HFDE Healing Degree.  She is a Multi-Genre Award Winner, Academician, Columnist, Editor, Motivational Speaker , Philanthropist , Reviewer, Environmental, Social and Cultural activist. She is a Hindi translator for the Ithaca Magazine of Spain circulated globally.  She serves on various prestigious Committees as Ambassador and Adviser for literary and humanitarian organisations. Brand Ambassador for National and International magazines. 

She is the first Indian origin woman to be Vice -President of the parliament of the World Union of Writers and Poets , Italy from January 2019 to 2022.  President of the Indian National Group and Ambassador of SAP , Poland .She is the International Ambassador for Global Peace Lets Talk, UK. 

She has been featured as "A Woman of Essence " by Dotism Journal, Australia. "Woman of Excellence " and in the 'Gems' series by the World Pictorial Poetry forum, Daman. She has been featured in -'The World Contemporary English Poets' anthology by Paschim Bangla English Academy . Featured as Modern Poets in Silk Road  Anthology Ancient Egyptian. She received the 'Super Granny Award' from the Indian Inspiring Women group in London in the Parliament House , Westminster. 

After graduation, she took several writing and communication classes that inspired her to pursue creative writing opportunities. She enjoys spreading positivity through her work and hopes to encourage her readers to reach their highest potential. Since 2010, she’s written hundreds of articles about spirituality, mental health, and the power of positivity. Her Journal series explores and reinterpret the physical, mental,emotional,relational and spiritual benefits that mindfulness and meditation can bring. Her easy, understanding counsel takes us to a comfort level where we can relate to her guidance and adopt her invaluable guidelines in our efforts to excel.  As a veteran Principal in a Cambridge-affiliated school , she was a mentor of young minds. Her extensive reading

Monday, January 12, 2026

Five Poems by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer stands as a towering figure in the landscape of contemporary literature, acclaimed internationally for his remarkable versatility as a poet, critic, reviewer, editor, and literary scholar. Originating from Fatehpur, India, his name has become synonymous with intellectual depth, linguistic mastery, and aesthetic sensitivity. With an exceptional command over language and poetic form, Dr. Veer has carved a distinctive space that unites classical sensibility with modern thought. His celebrated collection Kab Tootengi Chuppiyan epitomizes his creative genius, exploring themes of societal decay, moral erosion, human endurance, environmental awareness, gender sensitivity, spiritual introspection, and the eloquence of silence. His verses carry a quiet intensity that transcends boundaries, speaking to the shared conscience of humanity and reflecting an unwavering belief in the transformative power of literature.

In his role as an editor and curator of literary culture, Dr. Veer has played a pivotal role in shaping the ethos of 21st-century Indian letters. Having edited nearly two dozen literary books and numerous national and international magazines, he continues to redefine the art of publication and critical inquiry. As the distinguished editor of Micropoetry Cosmos and The Fatehpur Resolution, he has created inclusive global platforms dedicated to literary innovation, brevity, and aesthetic experimentation. His editorial leadership extends to acclaimed anthologies such as Samkaleen Kshanikakaar and Sonchiraiya Maun Hai, which spotlight contemporary poetic voices and creative movements. A keen literary critic and essayist, he blends rigorous scholarship with empathy, guiding countless emerging poets and writers toward refinement and originality. Through his mentorship, he has cultivated an entire

Friday, September 5, 2025

The Libertas Avellino Provincial Committee Establishes Scholarships for the First National Poetry Competition

The Libertas Avellino Provincial Committee, in collaboration with the Imperial Order of the Knights of the Grand Cross – Dynastic Magistral Order of the Antinolfi House, known as “di Collana,” has officially approved the awarding of scholarships to the top winners of the First National Poetry Competition. This initiative serves as a tangible recognition and support for youth culture and creativity.

This project is part of the second edition of the 2024/2025 "Raffaele Mancuso" Scholarship, promoted by FISI Benevento/Avellino – Libertas Avellino, reaffirming the

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Poems Of Anupama Kadwad

 

joys of life

In our quest for wealth, power and happiness
We forget to enjoy the little joys of life
So caught up in the day to day routine
Don't realize how days are passing by.

When the mind is full of chaos and in a  turmoil
For a moment divert your attention and look around
Sometimes simple things also provide immense joy
Instead of waiting for the end result, enjoy the

Saturday, May 31, 2025

Poems Of Ivan Pozzoni

Ivan Pozzoni was born in Monza in 1976. He introduced Law and Literature in Italy and the publication of essays on Italian philosophers and on the ethics and juridical theory of the ancient world; He collaborated with several Italian and international magazines. Between 2007 and 2018, different versions of the books were published: Underground and Riserva Indiana, with A&B Editrice, Versi Introversi, Mostri, Galata morente, Carmina non dant damen, Scarti di magazzino, Here the Austrians are more severe than the Bourbons, Cherchez the troika. et The Invective Disease with Limina Mentis,Lame da rasoi, with Joker, Il Guastatore, with Cleup, Patroclo non deve morire, with deComporre Edizioni and Kolektivne NSEAE, with Divinafollia. He was the founder and director of the literary magazine Il Guastatore – «neon»-avant-garde notebooks; he was the founder and director of the literary magazine L'Arrivista; he is the editor and chef of the international philosophical magazine InformaciĂ³n FilosĂ³fica; he is, or has been, creator of the series Esprit (Limina Mentis), Nidaba (Gilgamesh Edizioni) and Fuzzy (deComporre). It contains a fortnight of autogĂ©rĂ©es socialistes edition houses. He wrote 150 volumes, wrote 1000 essays, founded an avant-garde movement (NĂ©oN-avant-gardisme, approved by Zygmunt Bauman), with a millier of movements, and wrote an Anti-manifesto NĂ©oN-Avant-gardiste. This is mentioned in the main university manuals of literature history, philosophical history and in the main volumes of literary criticism. His book La malattia invettiva wins Raduga, mention of the critique of Montano et Strega. He is included in the Atlas of contemporary Italian poets of the University of Bologne and figures Ă  plusieurs reprized in the great international literature review of Gradiva. His verses are translated into 25 languages. In 2024, after six years of total retrait of academic studies, he return to the Italian artistic world and melts the NSEAE Kolektivne (New socio/ethno/aesthetic anthropology) [https://kolektivnenseae.wordpress.com/].

                     


HOTEL ACAPULCO

My emaciated hands continued to write, 

turning each voice of death into paper, 

That he lefts no will, 

forgetting to look after 

what everyone defines as the normal business 

of every human being: office, home, family, 

the ideal, at last, of a regular life.


Abandoned, back in 2026, any

Saturday, May 24, 2025

Poems Of PRAGYA

 

The Fan On The Ceiling

She kept looking at me

Eyes drained, throat dried,

Maybe she just wants to switch me on...

Or maybe she's just looking at my dust,

Thinking I need to be cleaned...

I really hope that's what she's thinking

Her eyes talked to me every day,

Telling me how tired she is,

Tears slipped down like a stream of water,

Saturday, April 26, 2025

Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai: A Literary Luminary from Odisha

 

Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai is a renowned English writer, critic, and scholar who has made significant contributions to English  language and literature literary landscape. Born in Odisha, Dr. Dalai's literary journey is a testament to his passion for Odia language and culture.

Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai was born in a small village in Odisha. He completed his early education in his native village and later pursued higher education in English literature. His academic excellence and love for literature led him to earn a doctoral degree in English literature.

Saturday, April 19, 2025

Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer: A Luminary in Contemporary Literature

 
A towering figure in the realm of contemporary literature, Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer is a name synonymou-s with creativity, authenticity, and passion. As a prolific poet, critic, reviewer, editor, and award-winning literary icon, his journey through the labyrinth of literature has illuminated paths for countless aspiring voices.

▪︎ A Visionary Wordsmith-

Dr. Veer's poetry is a symphony of rich imagery, emotional depth, and profound universal themes. Each piece he pens carries the weight of lived experience and the lightness of creative exploration, painting pictures that linger in the reader's mind long after the final line has been read. His unique style has cemented his place as a literary icon, and his ability to blend linguistic skill with emotional resonance has earned him widespread acclaim.

▪︎ A Champion of Literary Innovation-

Dr. Veer's influence extends far beyond his own writings. As the editor of over two dozen literary books and numerous magazines, he has become a cornerstone of contemporary literary culture. Through his work with platforms like _Micropoetry Cosmos_ and _The Fatehpur Resolution_, he has championed the cause of literary innovation, offering a stage for both emerging talents and established voices to shine.

▪︎ A Bridge to the Broader Audience-

Dr. Veer's poems, translated into multiple languages, are a beacon of the universal power of art. They traverse borders, cultures, and languages, speaking to the shared human experience in ways that are both profoundly personal and deeply collective.

▪︎ A Legacy of Literary Excellence-

Dr. Veer's dedication to literature is not just about creation but also about fostering a vibrant and inclusive literary community. His role as an editor and critic is underpinned by a genuine desire to uplift others, to share the spotlight, and to ensure that the literary world continues to evolve and flourish.

▪︎ A Humble Icon-

Recognition has followed Dr. Veer throughout his illustrious career, but it is his humility and grounded nature that endears him most to those who know him. While the accolades and awards he has received are numerous, it is the quiet, unwavering commitment to his craft and his community that truly defines his legacy.

▪︎ A Guiding Light in the Literary World-

As the literary world continues to change and grow, Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer remains a guiding light. His work reminds us of the timeless power of literature to reflect, challenge, and inspire. In every poem, every editorial, and every endeavor, he invites us to see the world through new eyes, to find beauty in the ordinary, and to embrace the complexities of the human condition.


Poems by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer 


YOU'RE UNIMAGINABLE 


Your soft heart attracts me all time

Your holy mind calls me again and again

Your pious soul communicates with my soul

Your intense brain creats positivity in my brain

Your tongue fills fragrance in the atmosphere

Your intellectual beauty makes me crazy

Your vision gives me new philosophy about life

Whenever I see you,

thinking towards life becomes

more powerful and beautiful

You're Shloks of great Indian epics

You're Verses of Kalidasa

You're poetry of Rumi

You're Sonnets of Shakespeare

You're Haikus of Basho

You're so amazing so gorgeous

so magnificent so marvellous

so

so

so...!!!


My heart says again and again

You're unique creation

whom I was looking for centuries

You're more wonderful than-

My each and every dream

My each and every desire

My each and every thought

My each and every fiction

You're enormous

You're prodigious

You're unbelievable

You're unimaginable...!!!


A UNIVERSE IN HERSELF


Her sound is 

as sweet as 

the voice of a cuckoo,

The words spoken by her 

keep echoing in my heart 

like the song sung by the nightingale,

Her innocent gestures 

keep the whole house smelling 

like a rose garden,

Seeing her cute mischiefs 

the heart becomes 

like a Gulmohar tree,

When she comes to me 

like the waves of the sea 

and clings to me

and whispers in my ear 

in her euphonious voice

"Dad, you're best 

in the entire world",

That time I touch the sky 

even while standing on the ground,

everything is beyond the imagination

My daughter is a universe in herself...!!


WITH WHITE CHIFFON DUPATTA


The brightness of her eyes

adds to the beauty

of the world,


The redness of her lips

makes twilight romantic,


The aura of her cheeks

thrills the mind,


The sound of her ear-rings

makes the whole environment

resonate,


The magical smile on her face

adds more fragrance to the flowers,


When she walks in an ocean green dress

with white chiffon dupatta,

It is very difficult for me to say that

The beauty of the world is

contained in her beauty

Or her beauty is contained

in the beauty of the world.




CANNOT BE COMPARED


Whose glory is greater than 

the expanse of the sky,

Whose love is deeper than 

the depth of the ocean,

Which is 

the cause of 

motion!


Whose touch turns 

despair into hope,

Whose presence fills 

nature with elation,

Which cannot be 

compared to any other 

in the entire creation!


The one who is 

supernatural 

in the cosmic world -

A Mother!!


THE LONE WARRIOR 

The sky is shaking

The sun is horrified

My name is

on each and every particle of creation

Pin drop silence is spread throughout

I have won the whole world!


Still, I'm so lonely

Wandering in search of her

in all directions!!


Without her-

All victories are

purposeless

pointless

useless

senseless

meaningless!!!


Don't want the whole world

Wish she would be with me!


WHY?

Without conversation

Leaves do not move

Birds do not tweet

Flow of rivers stops

Fragrance decreases in the flowers

Brightness of the stars gets dim

Atmosphere is-

not glorious as before

Weather is-

So sad...

Very difficult to write poems!


You can understand, my dear

Why is it necessary to talk to you!!


IN THOSE MOMENTS 

Deserted pathway and yellow sunshine

My heart was shivering like leaves

When I held her hand

The leaves were broken by the trees

Eager to welcome us with open arms

In those moments, she whispered

I love you

In my mind began to blossom

Innumerable buds of hope

Autumn was in full swing!


SHE LOOKS AT ME

My life is smelling like flowers

Feel the world is a beautiful garden

Then I become the luckiest person

When I kiss her left hand

And see there small tattoo of my name

Then love begins to emerge

In every particle of nature

When she looks at me blushing

Love cannot be expressed in paper

Wish that she live with me whole life!


I WILL WAIT 

When I said to her

What do you think?

She replied-

Wait!

I waited...

After a long silence

She replied again

Wait more!!


I will wait for her for centuries!


CREATE A NEW WORLD

I have my own world

You have your own world


I am in my world

You are in your world


Come with me

We create a new world!


World of cooperation

World of trust

World of love

World of happiness

World of peace

World of harmony


That world will neither be mine 

nor yours 

but will be ours,

Come on...!!!


EVERY SPRING

Rapid stream of the river

causing upheaval in the mind

Heartbeats accelerating

Emotions floating 

Pink dreams shining 

Feelings becoming increasingly dense

Birds singing

Bees buzzing

New crops being sown

The magical season of spring has made me crazy

I am falling in love with her

How do I get her 

I have a red rose of expectations

But I can hardly give it to her

I also have a ring of emotions

But I can hardly put it on her index

Knowing that I can't get her

How be it I dream about her

In view of the fact that

My dreams are my own

This is enough to make me blissful

If I get her, yet

The river is sure to go ahead

The birds and bees will fly

The crops will ripen and cut

But my love will never be less

I will wait for her every spring.


ARE YOU LISTENING?


You're sorrowful

Sorrowful

Each and every particle in the universe!


You're joyless

Joyless

Each and every particle in the universe!


You're sulky

Sulky

Each and every particle in the universe!


You're tearful

Tearful

Each and every particle in the universe!


You're talking

Talking

Each and every particle in the universe!


You're smiling

Smiling

Each and every particle in the universe!


You're laughing

Laughing

Each and every particle in the universe!


I wish that

Each and every particle in the universe

Always smile

Always laugh!


Are you listening?

What am I saying...

Yes

Smile and laugh!!!


LIVE AND LET LIVE


Planets, sky, stars, terra, moon, sun

All of these are for everyone!


Beacon, water, air, everything

Happiness to us, always bring!


The Lord never discriminates

So never should fight, dear mates!


Come on, unity's van, let's drive

Broadcast message: "Live and let live!"


WE WANT REAL FREEDOM

Freedom from-

casteism

communalism

extremism

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

racism

regionalism

colorism

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

untouchability

poverty

gender inequality

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

prostitution

discrimination

corruption

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

violence

virulence

intolerance

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

drug addiction

alcoholism

crimes

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

terrorism

rioting

stereotyping

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


Freedom from-

illiteracy

unemployment

antisocial behaviour

Yes, now

We want real freedom!


WHEN I SAW THE SUN 

When I saw the Sun,

Thought this is mine!

When I saw the Moon,

Thought this is mine!

When I saw the Stars,

Thought all these are mine!


When I saw the Sky,

Thought this is mine!

Then I wanted more…!

I was dissatisfied

I was very unhappy

I was almost Goth!


When I realized that

All these are for everyone,

Then humanity awakened in me!


Now -

I am satisfied

I am blissfully!!


WE HAVE TO STAND FIRM

Actual or virtual 

world is world-

At both places 

we will find 

good and bad people,

We don't have to be desperate,

we have to stand firm!


Actual or virtual 

world is world-

We should 

never be disappointed,

and always do our work honestly.

Some people 

will push us 

and try to knock us

down,

We don't have to be desperate,

we have to stand firm!


Actual or virtual 

world is world-

If here are 

some people jealous of you, 

some people also love you.

If some people here 

don't think good for you,

some people never want your  inauspicious.

We have to try to end 

the dominance of evil,

We don't have to be desperate,

we have to stand firm!


Actual or virtual 

world is world-

The battle between 

good and evil 

continues for centuries,

Good always wins

goodness proves 

itself right 

in each and every hard time.

Almighty God is always with Good

we have seen always.

We will win again 

again and again

we will never leave the truth,

We don't have to be desperate,

we have to stand firm!


IN THE MOONLIGHT 

I looked out the window

The fog was spreading its wings

and the dew was dallying

It was too cold in the moonlight

I missed her so much the whole night!


YOU WILL WAIT 

When I see your pictures 

Feel like-

You're made for me,

When I see your pictures 

Realize-

The presence of sunshine in the day 

and moonlight in the night 

is not accidental,

When I see your pictures 

My heartbeats and breathing become very fast,

When I see your pictures 

Feel that- 

A supernatural fragrance has spread everywhere 

in the atmosphere,

When I see your pictures 

My heart wants to kiss your hands

and to hold you in arms forever and ever,

Someday, I will get down 

on one knee and say to you...,

Your cheeks will turn pink

and eyes will say, "Yes!"

Have hope-

You will wait!!


DURING THE CONVERSATION 


During the conversation

Suddenly she asked me

Do you have any other talent,

Which I don't know

I answered

No, my dear!

Then she said to me

Tomorrow you will tell me

Five things about you

and said further

with a mischievous smile

"This is your homework!"


Thought a lot,

But I couldn't complete my homework

Now an idea in my mind...

When I'll meet her today

I will say humbly -

Will you do my homework?

I know very well

She will do this in a great way,

Because she knows more than me who I am!!


AT THE TOP

Never blame the fate

Never be disappointed

In whole life

Ever you win, ever lose

Human beings always

have to become steadfast

Frustrated mind can't do anything

Stand with full strength

Go ahead and fight

Walt Disney said -

"If you can dream it,

you can do it."

Dreams never should be

against humanity...be sure,

You will be

at the top!


© Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

(Editor: Micropoetry Cosmos)

Fatehpur, UP, India

Email: editorsgveer@gmail.com






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