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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 13, February, 2022 Biblioteca Cronopedia & World literary forum for Peace and Human Rights year I, no. 12, June, 2021 ISSN 2458-0198 ISSN-L 2458-0198 Founded in Constanţa, June 2020 Revista de scrieri şi opinii literare Taifas Literar poate fi citită online pe site-urile Cronopedia (lenusa.ning.com) or: Taifas Literay Magazine (shorturl.at/hqrO5) The magazine appears in Romania editorial office Founding President Lenuș Lungu & Santosh Kumar Biswa Director: Lenuș Lungu, Santosh Kumar Bhutan, Ioan Muntean Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru Technical Editor Ioan Muntean Covers Ioan Muntean Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc, Ioan Muntean Deputy Editor: Amb Maid Čorbić, Olga Arandjelovic, Ion Cuzuioc Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Abel Violeta Birla, Imdadul Islam Editors: Olga Arandjelovic, Punya Devi, Amb Maid Čorbić, Imdadul Islam, Husseina Ojochenemi Abubakar, Vasile Vulpaşu, Sahadev Behera
Taifas Literary Magazine No. 13, February, 2022
Biblioteca Cronopedia & World literary forum for Peace and Human Rights
year I, no. 12, June, 2021
ISSN 2458-0198
ISSN-L 2458-0198
Founded in Constanţa, June 2020
Revista de scrieri şi opinii literare Taifas Literar poate fi citită online pe site-urile Cronopedia (lenusa.ning.com)
or: Taifas Literay Magazine (shorturl.at/hqrO5)
The magazine appears in Romania
editorial office
Founding President Lenuș Lungu & Santosh Kumar Biswa
Director: Lenuș Lungu, Santosh Kumar Bhutan, Ioan Muntean
Deputy Director: Paul Rotaru
Technical Editor Ioan Muntean
Covers Ioan Muntean
Editor-in-Chief: Ion Cuzuioc, Ioan Muntean
Deputy Editor: Amb Maid Čorbić, Olga Arandjelovic, Ion Cuzuioc
Editorial Secretary: Anna Maria Sprzęczka, Abel Violeta Birla, Imdadul Islam
Editors: Olga Arandjelovic, Punya Devi, Amb Maid Čorbić, Imdadul Islam, Husseina Ojochenemi Abubakar, Vasile Vulpaşu, Sahadev Behera
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Damburudhara Behera
Sunil Kumar Sahu
India
A glass nothing else girls
India
The Inadvertent Love
I am silent
Not in silence
But in the word
I don't anything else
If there is evidence with me
I am unable to open my mouth
There are many desires
No more hope
I am raped and Prisoner
Like the bird inside the
cage
Within beyond range
To injured bandage...
I am a piece of glass
Never break
The pain is evaporated
No more death ..
I sleep nearby
Says in the ear
When needed
Despite the negligence
I am not weak
But, I am a piece of glass not girls
Life is concept
Nothing else...
Beyond the girls
Path of aspect....
Inadvertently I lean at you
Unknowingly I apprised you
Curious, the dream of the day
That evoked beneath my heart
Inadvertently you gaze at me
Unknowingly, you
waved at me
Curious, the dream of
the eye
That exposed your
euphoria
Heedlessly, I missed the
bus
Sleepily, I missed the
synthesis
Curious, the connection
of the soul
That lost by chance
Seriously, I dream at night
Desirably, I pry at thine
Curious, the loss of the dop
That lost by the sop
Certainly, My volition quest
Precisely, My dream don't go waste
Curious, We will lump again
That day will attain
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editorial 3-4
Ana Smiljanic
Serbia
Making a pledge
It was summer and the heat burned her
shoulders and melted her make-up, while the
silky dress revealed her bronze thighs as she
walked. She herself stared at her body curves
and felt dizziness while walking.
Anna Fonteg would soon pass a shop
selling fine crystal vases, porcelain figures, silk
tablecloths, and other wonders, of which some
people’s hearts beat
stronger. And, if the vase
she liked was still in the
shop window – so
magnificent and tall – she
imagined it in the hallway
on her grandmother’s old
rustic table with plenty of
white roses…If the vase
wasn’t sold, it would be
theirs! And she wouldn’t
stop loving, she wouldn’t
stop giving herself and
daydreaming of life in two. The beauty of the
soul was reflected in a crystal glitter this time.
She stood for almost a full minute,
catching air, breathing in the splendor of the
imagined space and smelling the intensive
scent of hundreds of roses that she could not
get out of her head. She nourished her eyes
with beauty, invigorated her heart and
accelerated her pace. She noticed the
passersby’s gaze fixed on her and spoke to
herself over and over again…Yes, I love! Don’t
you get it?! I love!
“I’m in the shop. I’ve just stopped to buy
Bajadera sweets, and I will be home in half an
hour.” – I’ve just texted her. Whenever she
heard that CLICK, which meant a new text
message, her body shuddered, her thoughts
wandered away and she remembered the
previous night and the deep breakthrough.
The face of a woman in love was like an
open shell. The pearly glow in the sclera
revealed her heart secret. Could this love last
while I was alive?! The CLICK followed, and
this time I got a photo. Out of the open bag
came a box in cellophane – that of the Bajadera
sweets. I knew it!
The mutual feeling of besottedness
fascinated and amazed us at the same time; it
lifted us to unprecedented heights and
provoked laughter followed by gentle, long
kisses whose strength
made us feel exhausted.
I’d never kissed like that.
Anna’s kiss was special.
And I didn’t expect it to be
like that, but it was, it fell
on my lips like a
hurricane, like a tune, a
bite of the lips that made
you lose yourself in it and
made your blood freeze.
The kiss was like a
tug, hundreds of tugs
falling on the corners of
my lips and then slowly prickling, followed by
a gentle licking resembling a balm that healed
the wound. When lust reached its peak, when
it almost started to torment both body and
soul, there was a period of those deep, real
kisses that touched the palate and made me
wonder whether her absorption into me
excelled my penetration into her. Choking, yes,
it was similar to choking. And I never stopped
screaming with excitement in my head and
checking whether our lips were warmer and
wetter than the thing I was looking for with my
hand under my navel.
“It’s sharp five now. So the alarm would
sound in an hour. I’m afraid I’m going to have
a crazy day and that I’m going to fall asleep at
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work again”, she said.
“It’s only five. So we still have a lot of
time. Besides, this is one of the first days in
May. We still have an afternoon for Zemun and
a walk by the river. We won’t be able to do this
in front of the passersby. Do not complain.
There’s no reason for it. Please.”
The white nights of St. Petersburg
experienced in an apartment, the white bed
sheets instead of street lamps, the feelings
riveted in the senses of two bodies and the
simultaneous invocation of God or the devil,
resembled a double stake in poker. In the
moments of complete madness, I started to
remind her how good we
felt, by drawing her
attention to the looks of
the passersby directed at
us or even by taking the
lyrics I wrote to her and
reading them aloud over
and over again, only to
leave them on the night
table beside my
headboard. The feeling of
constant love hunger
engulfed us like a furious
wind that whooshed,
pulled, tore us apart and threw us at each
other in such a way that we were unable to
breathe.
The dreadful, indecipherably deep
chasm we used to drag along with us was
almost filled. I saw her tremble and I just said,
“You’re eager.” I saw her crying and losing the
ground beneath her feet the moment I
mentioned that it was too late for one thing. It
was too late to have kids. Upon hearing this,
she opened her mouth, as a silent expression
of pain, and a tear streamed down her cheek
as she moaned heartbroken with the thought
of her offspring being irretrievably lost, while
her eyes gave out an expression of such a deep
sorrow that it seemed as if someone had
started to tear her hand off. At the time when
it seemed the world’s end was approaching
she smiled at me in a manner she did twenty
years ago – there she was, unbreakable and
loyal, repeating my name until she became
overwhelmed with happiness and laughter,
increasingly adamant to receive this summer’s
gifts and flourishing nights.
Although she fearfully climbed the steps
of my soul every day, as if facing execution by
shooting or waiting to be crowned, Anna
decided to give it a try, to believe, to give our
relationship a chance. And I carried her from
one room to another, kissing her body so
carefully as if I sanctified the place and telling
her that she was more
beautiful than any woman
I had met. In moments
like these her happiness
was so great that she
could barely stand on her
feet.
Sometimes I found
her on the balcony,
worried and thoughtful,
staring at the linden tree
outside the window. She
could remain silent for a
long period of time and enjoy the shade, as if
she had some special sense of symbiosis with
the nature reflected in her eyes. And the linden
tree, the linden tree seemed to extend its
branches towards her as if they were hands
trying to reach her, and it seemed as if they
together made a golden number.
I believe she could have been an
inspiration to a fantasist who could paint her
or write a few chords in her glory. And it
would happen during the summer rain. Since
one could not imagine Anna without the rain
and the wind. The rain as a symbol of the
shadow resembling a barbell over her eyes
and the wind as the pursuer of her restless
spirit and the freedom she enjoyed. She did
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not like injustice, she believed in prophetic
powers of lightning and loved Tesla. One night,
while we were sitting completely naked in a
linden’s embrace, I asked her if she would ever
cheat on me. She shook her head decisively
and was out of breath for a moment before she
could ask me the same question. I laughed and
said to her, completely convinced in what I
was saying, “How could you think of that? And
who could I possibly want beside you?”
It has been many years since then. My
hair has already turned gray and I have made
my first million. This was how I explained my
reasons to her, as I recall. The event has fallen
into oblivion. You ask if I loved her? Yes. I did.
But time has inevitably
done its part, it divided
the memories into the
good ones and the bad
ones. And life went on like
a waterfall - its water
washed the stones as so
many summers washed
away the stormy clouds of
her eyes and so many
winters made the tingling
sensations disappear
from my skin. Anna had
several loves after that. Her kisses were never
the same again, but I knew they were not
losing their strength. And all would have been
long forgotten if it hadn’t been for the old
linden tree watching old movies and
persistently hitting my windows once and
then at night.
And me?! I, gray-haired and older, do not
know now why I kept telling her stories of our
living together, why I joked and made
pledges…
Translation: Milena Nikolić
event
PANORAMA INTERNATIONAL
LITERATURE FESTIVAL 1-30
Januray 2022
We are excited to announce the
launching of the Panorama International
Literature Festival 2022, one of the signature
programmes of Writers Capital International
Foundation dedicated to humanity.
The festival will feature thousands of
writers from across the world who will
present their works virtually. The works will
be featured on various
social media platforms
and on the world wide
web.
Apart from this,
there will be symposiums,
expert lecturing, cultural
exchange, Panorama
Golden Literature Awards
and much more which
will collectively make
PILF a grand global
festival for writers and
literary enthusiasts.
Join us in this grand festival of literature!
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Italian - Panorama International
Literature Festival 2022
ABOUT THE EVENT
January 1-January 30, 2022
The Writers Capital Foundation's
signature program, dedicated to spreading the
powerful values of humanity through
literature, Panorama International Literature
Festival (PILF) is primarily intended to aid
cultural exchange and enable writers to
broaden the horizons of understanding the
world.
Unlike other
literature festivals,
PILF is conceived as
literary sanctuaries
where delegates have
the
unique
opportunity to visit
various places in the
area where the festival
takes place and have
an in-depth experience
of the place and the
cultural liveliness that
we believe they will help shape a writer's
future.
Due to the pandemic, the PILF 2022 is
conducted in virtually most countries,
however it is designed in such a way as to
ensure a greater impact among participants.
Also, this year will be a multilingual event,
meaning poets will have the chance to recite
their poems in their native language.
THEME
PILF is thematic, in which the topics are
carefully chosen to prepare a writer for
significant works in his profession. PILF
2022's theme is SHOONYA: The Celestial Void
SHOONYA: The Celestial Void
Sometimes we feel a sense of emptiness,
perhaps looking at the clear morning sky,
looking at a beautiful sunset or even when
someone leaves us! We often recognize that
this is the emptiness from which we come and
to which we all return: the nothingness from
which everything evolves! This has been a
favorite topic of past poets and there are a
number of classic works inspired by the same
sense of emptiness that the writer
experienced at some stage in their life.
Poets must delve into the depths and
unravel the mysteries of creation itself,
sharing their ideas and conclusions in the form
of a poem that will convey their personal
approach to this absolute mystery of the
beginning of life.
We invite you to meditate on the theme,
compose a work for eternity and send us a
video containing your introduction to the
theme and your magnificent poem.
The works will be presented on our
social pages and will be available on the world
wide web ensuring your visibility also in the
future.
A jury made up of eminent writers will
evaluate your works and announce the grand
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prizes at the closing ceremony of PILF 2022.
SPEAKERS
The event will be attended by eminent
writers from all over the world, who will also
include speakers who will lecture on the
subject. Therefore, if you are a writer, you
could write a speech on a related topic and
read it as you record it.
AWARDS FROM THE PANORAMA D'ORO BOOK
Part of the Panorama festival is the
opportunity given to writers from around the
world to showcase their books and claim one
of the awards that will guarantee them global
prestige and recognition.
If you have already
published a book, in any
language, please send it in
PDF or e-book format for
evaluation
to:
wcifcentral@gmail.com
(Golden Book Awards).
REGISTRATION
Participants can fill
out the online form
available on the PILF official website
www.panoramafestival.org and make a
payment, securing their place in this great
literary festival.
WHAT DO YOU GET?
● A great opportunity to participate in a
globally recognized literary event.
● Feature your job presentation video
on all our social media pages and ensure your
presence on the world wide web
● Get a beautiful certificate of
participation
● Receive a nomination for the
prestigious 2022 Panorama Literary Awards
● Expand your horizons of knowledge
by enriching your understanding of literature
● Meet intellectuals from around the
world and exchange your ideas
● Receive notifications on various
events conducted by Writers Capital
Foundation around the world
FROM
Writers Capital Foundation is a nonprofit,
non-political and non-religious
international literary organization for writers
and creators from around the world.
The foundation's main goal is to bring
writers and others who
are in the field of creative
expression under one
umbrella to share their
experiences, skills and to
further inspire their
caliber. We also aim to
provide writers and
artists with a great
platform for their vivid
expressions.
The organization
represents creative
people around the world and is dedicated to
promoting qualities that will ensure their
overall development to help them create their
footprint in the world.
We believe it is our primary
responsibility to take action for social causes
and aim to strengthen values for humanity
that would benefit the whole world.
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poetry 5-24
Eva Petropoulou Lianoy
Greece
World
Is not about
Who cares more
Who loves more
World
Is who can survive
In a lockdown
In a breakdown
In a difficult situation
World
Is not who has the power
But who has the ability
To overcome
The possibility to
understand a situation
and continue to fight
World is not being together
Poetry
And so new to fit in the present
Need to have one truth
Justified and accepted
Need to write a new story
A new book about the life
Every single day is a new discovery
People become evil
Failure earn in so many levels
And love is replaced with food
People are divided
Between those who love
the food
Between those who love
the humanity
Need to write a poem
about the fear
And the dark
But many of stars are
shining
So must not affraid of
darkness. But definitely need to re organize in
our mind what the unknown is like?
But being apart and continue to respect
To support
To hope
For a better future
2.
I need to write a poem
A poem that will serve as peacekeeper
Between the God And Humanity
Between the brothers and sisters
Between my self and my mood
I need to find the verses
Be completely different from the past
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People are divided
Between those who love the food
Between those who love the humanity
Is so, difficult to think with the stomach full
People forgot to love and they become
Slaves of their stomach
Little servants of this great stomach
That cannot filtre anything
Poetry unites people
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Poetry travels more fast than the unknown
words, that remain unborn
In the mind of an author...
Need to write a poem
About the happiness
The smile of the childrens
The journey that never ends....
Who is the captain of the boat??
3.
My dream of togetherness
The sun has fallen
Behind the mountain s
face
Looking at the horizon
I see your shape..
The sky had so many
colors
Orange
Pink
And some green
In the middle
Mahanaj Parvin
Bangladesh
"Rain Tune"
The rumble of rain brings back my childhood!
The sound of soft anklets in rain returns my
emotions!
The rumble of rain writes my name on the
steps!
Rain walks along the path of village!
The perfect rhythm of the rain increases my
passion!
On a stormy night,
whispering
and
complaining!
Rainy night is my good
sleeping pill!
The rain cools my mind,
One name for peace.
As a painter I mixed up
The cold and the warm colors
Making yours eyes with a black pencil and
your lips with a light red
– I ask the sky
– Did my sun, will come back again?
The sky responds:
If you believe in Light
Sun will always shine for you!!!
Biography: Mahanaj Parvin from Bangladesh.
She's government school teacher. She loves
her job. She writes poetry and stories in her
free time.She has own published book. Many
of her poems and stories published various
newspapers in her own country and abroad.
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Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
India
A look - 227
Be good to yourself and others.
Nothing is as good as being good.
It will see you through
the darkest phase of your life.
Be honest to yourself and others,
be the same both outside and inside,
you will never struggle with yourself,
will have fewer problems
to handle.
Return hatred with love,
vanity with humility,
jealousy with admiration,
negativity with positivity,
the whole world will be
yours.
Nothing but love only can
conquer the world.
A look at life-157
Love in motion is life.
If you want to live
love yourself and others.
Without the latter,
the former is so incomplete
Love at rest is death
You die the day
you fail to love yourself.
You succumb
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the day you fail to reciprocate
and love your surrounding
The vast universe,
the ever-expanding universe
stands on bonding.
It rests on love and mutual attraction
without which it will collapse in minutes
like a house of cards
Love is life
For love, you are here
Love gives birth
Love nourishes
Love sustains
For love life is so beautiful
in this beautiful earth
Bio-
Smruti Ranjan
Mohanty, O.F.S, son of Raj
Kishore and Shantilata
Mohanty is from Padmapur, Jagatsingpur,
Odisha. He works as Finance Officer in Govt of
Odisha. He is a multilingual poet, essayist and
writer whose write-ups are published in
newspapers and in more than two hundred
national and international magazines, journals
and anthologies.
He writes extensively on life and its
intricacies which are widely acclaimed.His
write-ups are regularly featured in Atunis
poetry.com, Our Poetry Archive,
poemhunter.com, GloMag, Setu bilingual
magazine, Different truths, The year of the
poet, Destiny poet International,
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Spillwords.com, Youtube.com etc.
He is a featured poet of the PENTASI B
World Friendship Poetry and Year of The Poet,
U.S.A. His collection of poems and proses are
published in his blogs under the heading A
LOOK AT LIFE, SOMETHING I LOOK AT, A
LOOK, THE RIVULET, THINK ONCE MORE,
THE JOURNEY, AU THARE, AU EKA GAPA,
SROTASWINI, JATRA, THE JOURNEY etc. Two
of his collection of poems, 'A Look at Life and
Something I Look at' are published in U.S.A
and U.K.
He has been
conferred with hundreds
of accolades in the
international arena which
includes Order of
Mahatma medal, Kairat
Dussinov Medal for poetic
excellence, Haven
International Muse award
in 2020, Order of
Shakespeare, Double
Cross gold medal from
World Union of Poets, Certificate of honour
from Inked with magic, Poetry Planet, Prose
and Picture with January Khan etc.
In the year 2019 and 2020 he has been
consecutively awarded with the medal of
International Faith Poet of the year by Destiny
Poet International Community of Poets,
Wakefield, U.K. For last four years he has been
adjudged as one of the highly commended
poets in U.K and U.S.A.
Maheswar Das
Divine Determination
Here everything is determined by the divine
This world belongs to the Divine.
His determination is the universal laws of the
world
He is the changeless soverign master of the
world
Nothing is expressed here on earth without
the order of the divine.
The entire Universe is his
design.
He is the master creator
of everything.
The whole creation is his
play.
It is his leela.
For his Leelas he makes
and unmakes everything.
He destroys everything
for a new creation.
Since change is the law of
his Universe, everything co-exist in a single
pendal.
In a single pendal, when someone is singing,
the other one is laughing or crying, some other
person is living in some other ways.
Here sorrows, sufferings, laughter,
darknss and light all have their play on man..
Even in a single platform all are playing their
role on man.
Mysterious are the ways of the creator.
We bow to the ineffable sweet master of the
world.
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Ion Cuzuioc
Romania
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Biografie
S-a născut la 16 septembrie 1949 în
familia intelectualilor Valentina şi Pavel
Cuzuioc din comuna Ţareuca, judeţul Orhei,
Republica Moldova. A absolvit Universitatea
de Stat de Medicină şi Farmacie, , N.
Testemiţanu”. Eminent al Ocrotirii Sănătăţii.
Medic specialist Sănătatea Publică şi
Managementul Sanitar (categorie superioară).
Distins cu Ordinul, , Gloria
Muncii”și Medalia
„Nicolae Milescu
Spătarul”, Titluri
Onorifice:, , Ambasador al
Păcii (ONU) și
„Ambasador al Culturii
Păcii”(Asociația
Europeană a Societății
Civile); Distincţia, ,
Coroana Păcii”(ONU);
Premiul
Uniunii
Scriitorilor din Moldova
(2000), (2009), Uniunii Ziariștilor
Profesioniști din România (2014, 2015, 2016,
2017, 2018, 2019), Premiul UNESCO şi
numeroase premii şi menţiuni la Saloane
Internaționale de Carte, Concursuri și
Festivaluri Literare Naţionale şi
Internaţionale. Cetăţean de Onoare al comunei
Ţareuca, Rezina, Orhei. Membru al Uniunii
Epigramiştilor, Uniunii Scriitorilor și Uniunii
Ziariștilor Profesioniști din România. Membru
al Uniunii Cineaştilor, Uniunii Umoriştilor,
Uniunii Epigramiștilor, Uniunii Jurnaliştilor şi
Uniunii Scriitorilor din Moldova. Membru al
Asociației Naționale a Oamenilor de Creație
din Moldova. Membru al Senatului Asociației
Oamenilor de Știință, Cultură și Artă din
Moldova. Membru al Confederaţiei
Internaţionale a Cineaştilor, Membru al
Federaţiei Internaţionale a Jurnaliştilor.
Membru al Asociației Canadiene a Scriitorilor
Români. Membru al Academiei Româno-
Australiană. Membru al Academiei Națiunii
Române. A editat peste 40 de cărţi de
epigrame, aforisme, proză (romane, nuvele,
poveşti şi povestiri pentru copii, schiţe
umoristice), versuri lirice, poeme stil nipon,
publicistică. În toţi aceşti ani publică cronici
literare, eseuri, sfaturi medicale, articole
ştiinţifico-populare. Selecţii din creaţia sa
literară au fost incluse în peste 200 de
antologii şi culegeri din
România, Rusia, SUA,
Austria, Australia, Franța,
Canada, Coreea de Sud și
Muntenegru, Macedonia
etc.
Poemele de sorginte
niponă (Haiku, Senryu și
Gogyohka) semnate de
Ion Cuzuioc au fost
traduse în limbile
japoneză, engleză,
franceză, rusă, muntenegreană și
macedoniană, fiind publicate în diverse
antologii, culegeri și reviste de profil de peste
hotare. Ion Cuzuioc s-a învrednicit de peste
100 de premii și mențiuni la Concursurile
Săptămânale și Lunare de Haiku, Senryu și
Gogyohka organizate de către Romanian
Haiku, Lyrical flashes, Dincolo de retină,
Gogyohka România, Gogyohka SUA etc.
Recent, scriitorul nostru român
basarabean, Ion Cuzuioc, care a participat la
Concursurile Internaționale Literare
„Planetopia 2020” și „Literatopia 2020” din
Macedonia s-a învrednicit de premiile I la
secțiunea Aforisme și Haiku.
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Haiku
***
inel de nuntă –
mâna soldatului
pe câmpul de luptă
spre sânul mamei –
șirag de mărgăritare
din ochii pruncului
***
***
copilul orfan -
în pat cu geamul deschis
cuprinzând luna
în largul mării –
desprinsă de mal barca
transportând luna
***
***
aburi spre cer –
în urma plugului
brazde arate
căpița de fân –
trecută în căruță
luna cu furca
***
***
singur pe prispă –
în palmele bunicului
răsare luna
noapte cu nouri –
stelele căzătoare
peticind luna
***
***
flori scuturate –
bunica prin livadă
în pantofi noi
azil în flăcări –
dintr-o odaie păpușa
rostind mama
***
***
ticăit de ceas –
în pianul părăsit
carii măcinând
pălăria tatei –
în pânza paingului
cuibul de molii
***
***
citire în taină –
filele pomelnicului
gălbejite de vreme
vrăbii în scrânciob –
datina strămoșească
legănată de vânt
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roadele toamnei –
luna și soarele pe rând
în carul mare
pe amurgite –
soarele spre orizont
cu dealul în spate
***
***
daruri de Crăciun –
păianjenii țes pânze
la orfelinat
postul cel mare –
cerșetorul și porumbeii
din același colac
***
***
dor de moș Crăciun –
din curtea orfelinatului
plânset de păpuși
picuri de lacrimi –
copacul își petrece
ultima frunză
ninsoare în toi –
vecinii de peste drum
se bat cu pernele
târgul de Crăciun –
cu zdrențele în stradă
sperietoarea
Regina nopții –
îmbrobodită după
prima ninsoare
***
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***
***
copilul orfan –
pe – o filă de hârtie
desenând chipul mamei
moștenire –
ocrotită de – un paing
icoana mamei
***
pădure în flăcări –
plânsul puiului de cuc
înecat în fum
lacul fără pește –
paznicul de serviciu
dus cu pluta
pe prispa casei –
un scaun și o cârjă
doar amintire
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Maria D. Reis
Portugal
Two important tips
for our well-being:
A smile of gratitude
when the day is over.
A smile of hope
when the day begins.
The expectant consequence
is a blessed night
and a promising day.
It's so easy to train a
smile.
It's a grimace of the
mouth,
trained with love.
The smile is an invitation
to our inner world.
If you go in,
leave the door open,
everyone can fit in here,
those with a good heart.
Make yourself comfortable,
don't be in a hurry,
here time has stopped at the door.
Inside, love reigns.
If you have any doubts,
ask Love.
If you need anything
ask Love.
Love will satisfy all your desires
and longings,
enjoy while it lasts.
Pay with a smile,
thank with a smile,
reciprocate with a smile.
Never forget to smile!
Two tips
I always have a smile
dancing in my mouth
although I also have setbacks,
but I believe in the power
and benefits of smiling!
Sunilkumar Sahu
India
The Inadvertent Love…
Inadvertently I lean at you
Unknowingly I apprised you
Curious, the dream of the day
That evoked beneath my
heart
Inadvertently you gaze at
me
Unknowingly, you waved
at me
Curious, the dream of the
eye
That exposed your
euphoria
Heedlessly, I missed the bus
Sleepily, I missed the synthesis
Curious, the connection of the soul
That lost by chance
Seriously, I dream at night
Desirably, I pry at thine
Curious, the loss of the dop
That lost by the sop
Certainly, My volition quest
Precisely, My dream don't go waste
Curious, We will lump again
That day will attain
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Broken
Golden moments already in grave since long
Ask me not how they got lost or disappeared
How they missed their status in
Time's broad street
I know the knowledge is far-fetched beyond
my reach
How I can trust them in this thick shades of
distrust
Clasping me hard from all
corners
The helplessness of the
soft flowers seems unfair
With the updated status
sans practical sense to
defend themselves
Me an unchangeable soul
changing with the pace of
time
Now shattered into
pieces…
Totally lonely in this vast world of mankind
In absolute darkness devoid of Humanity.
Suresh Chandra Sarangi
India
Do you know what love is,
If you don't then listen to me
Those who love are
Present at all times
Whether it is good or bad
It doesn't matter.
When there is love
Caring love
everything is perfect.
And should have feeling
In the heart for beloved.
It is only when love invites
your fellow man
Who takes care of you,
Who loves you
Values you and
makes you feel special
How good it is to Love
And feels emotions
From the core of his heart
There is nothing wrong.
Who loves makes a little movement
In to a great movement
Love is like a flower,
It must be watered
Cared and conquered
in everyday life .
But if you are careless
Love withers and fades to
death.+
Bogdana Găgeanu
Romania
Inclusion
What people see as a handicap
It is actually a different perspective
Inclusion is the best chance
Of not choosing only one colour, but the whole
rainbow.
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Bukurie Binjaku
Greece
Mirësia në shpirt!
Dhe pse e vuajtur unë di të fal, mjaft lehtë
Si konkluzion, e bukur më erdhi kjo jetë,
Por kur më soset durimi,
S'ka vënd në shpirt, më trishtimi,
Kthehem e shoh drejtimin tim në jetë,
Aty në mrekullinë, udhës së vërtetë,
Çdokujt i jap për meritë, çmimin,
Ballë përballë, çdo të vërtetë, pa ngushëllimin,
Mundet të të vinë
përgjigjet, si bombë,
Por për mua janë, fakte pa
gomë,
Nuk vras askënd, por kur
më vrasin,
Bëj be në Zot e Perëndi,
shpirtin më plasin,
Unë uroj, se kurrë s'di të
mallkoj,
Lyje o njeri ballin, me të
bardhë bojë,
Të kesh krenari, këtij
brezi të jesh soj,
Të dhëntë Zoti mirësi, por dhe mend,
Mos të mbetesh, kurrë në atë të errët vënd,
Mes ligësisë, kurrë mos jetofsh,
Udhë e paqes, përherë të sos,
Nëse ti më uron, mua njëherë,
Unë të adhuroj, e të uroj njëmijë herë,
Si do që shpirti yt, ma jep urimin,
Pesëfish ta ktheftë, Zoti shpërblimin,
Nëse shpirt yt, me mallkime i mësuar,
Mëso! Se Zoti peshoren e ka në duar,
S'e them për vete, e kam për të gjithë,
Lum kush uron, me shpirtin të mirë,
Në gurrën e paqes, rrjedh uji si kristal,
U bëftë kjo botë, të dijë të falë,
Falja me origjinë, nga Zoti e Perëndia,
Çdo gjë e shenjtë, është perfekt e mirësia,
Nëse fëmijët tanë, paqen në zemër u fusim,
Punët e mira kanë rezultat, kur nuk i ngusim,
Në dekada e shekuj, që do të vinë,
Brezat do kenë paqen, Diell në shpirt,
Mos mendoni, që nga të ligët, po vuajmë sot,
Se fatkeqësisht dimë, se të shumtit po derdhin lotë,
S'është kurrë mirë, pa paqe e dashuri,
Pse kaq i zhveshur për pak mirësi, u bëre ti o njeri,
Ti lakmon rrezikshëm, rezistencën tënde e për
pushtet,
S'je i përjetshëm, jo kurrë në këtë planet,
Zoti na dha të drejtë, të vdekurin ta shohim,
Me dhëmbsuri, zemrën tonë ta ngrohim,
Prandaj na dha, mrekulli
dhe hapësirën e qiellit,
Dhe pse me sy, s'e shohim
dot më engjëllin,
Me siguri atje, është jetë e
përhershme,
Vetëm atje ka, përsosmëri
të përjetshme,
Kush do që kësaj bote, u
hoq gjigand,
Fytyrë e trup një ditë, ia
mbuluan me lopatë,
Një grusht dhe i hodhën,
për ngushëllim,
Jo kurrë para gjyqit të Zotit, nuk bëhesh trim,
Sa je gjallë, në vagonët e jetës,
Me moshatarët e shekullit të jesh përherë, i besës,
Mos lakmo kurrë, për pasuri e as pushtet,
Se një Zot në dorë, të tërëve na ka vetë,
Beso përherë Zotin e ndjeje qarkullim energji
pozitive, mirësi në shpirt,
Me paqe njerëzit s'do vuanin, se Zoti përherë
dëshiron barazim,
S'janë kurrë kolltuqet, që shpirtin të ngrohin,
Por rrezet shpirtërore, që dhe errësirën e shohin,
Ja nxjerrin të vërtetat, sado gënjeshtrat të kenë
hovin,
E vërteta me Diellin, si një pasqyrë e
mrekullueshme, çdo gjë e shohin.
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Omar Nassar
the self...
Kenya
(peace and productivity)
A leader's best legacy
– Education For Peace –
IS
a leader's
greatest legacy to a
NATION
as universal education for
all to understand the
values of
peace,
peaceful
coexistence,
hard work, self-reliance,
civility,
unity, utilitarianism,
altruism,
and shared progress
in a compatible society
aware that learning as a
tool of progress is always
indispensable
to self-cultivation and
self-authentification
of a person as
both human and
humane...
NOW
let's look at the nation
as a person walking stark
nacked into the future
as a badge of reality
and not judge of
In a peaceful nation
Expecting the best for all
FOR
no nation dies
except in the past or
indeed by accident if its
processes of reproduction
have deficits
of a human
factor...
Synonimous with failure
IF
a leader
allows a nation
to live a lie while the
corrupt have their fingers
in every national pie
without creating
any more for all to
share....
IF
a leader does little
with the gift of power
to uplift the people's
standards of living
having done nothing
to show as thrift
except theft that
leaves a nation cleft
in rafts of corruption
and a rift between
rich and poor
And nothing is sure
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NO
pragmatic
leader plays innocent
while using others as
pawns and screens to
disguise involvement in
various misdeeds or
unplesant things done
through third
parties....
Without productivity
Harish Pradhan
India
It is all colourful
The lush green hills
The swaying Meadows
The silver streams
The wild flowers
It hurts
To hide
anomalies
NO
nation can afford
stagnation while losing
its pulse tipped into the
dustbin of insecurity
unable to move forwards
or backwards
IF
the best gift
a leader has is not how
to keep enemies off
balance and to find
a chink in their vanity
through which to rattle
them while holding
the strings..
TO FOSTER PEACE!
The heart is full of
Pure blood as if drawn
From nature fresh
You and me
And the songs of love
The music of moon
The symphony of stars
Then the agony of
Drifting away with
Strange sense of
Hurting memories
The tear drops
Swell and swell
And then
An ocean between us
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Sunita Grover Raina
India
Love and war
Is the other person a bit jittery
and looking at me in wonder
And does not know what to do
an emotional wreck
I am a wandering thought
and wondering
If so then my work is done
I have got all his attention
Why do I behave oddly at times
that I become a stranger
To the other person
who knows me well
Behave in a manner
which though
not offensive
Offends the other person
Behave unresponsive and
quiet
Quite contrary to my
nature
Avoid looking and glance
elsewhere, anywhere
even when I have peeped deep into his soul
Eat the wrong things, behave not a shrew
But do anything to irritate indirectly
Speak an alien language that sounds shocking
surprising your own vocal cords into getting
fits
Bathe and sleep at wrong time
Even God wonders if he is going to get his due
Yes I am a wandering thought
And I wonder have I got the message through
For everything is fair in love and war
Let his thoughts wander around
like mine and clash in mid air
Let his thoughts hover over me
Like a bumble bee over a
flower
My job is successfully
done
I behave so only with the
one I love
For being treated
indifferently
hurts more than being
hated
For being taken for granted also hurts
For being misunderstood and laughed at
is like an arrow being shot at your heart
My wandering thoughts have come back to me
and no longer wondering
I am at peace
sitting on my throne
Like a Queen
And the throne less King still
wandering and wondering
when will the punishment
be over.
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Obasi Ikechukwu
Nigeria
There comes a dream
There comes a dream at night,
Imminent bloodbaths and war,
War for survival, war for the sunrise,
Self determination punctured by sword,
Second struggle to keep the torrent,
At night, there was war and onslaught,
At morning, comes the joyous sunset,
Our dreams came like a
drought.
Suddenly air started
detonating bullets,
I heard explosives
sounding like trumpet.
Freedom is war, war is
peace,
We want this bondage to
cease,
If not let the humanity erase
Trees and trees become
the next race.
For nature is unfair, it bestows no right,
Pre-pre- natally, we would've our clime
Chose! Nature should have been easier,
But it'll devalue! Freedom will be bondage,
For we all are in the life of glacier!
Our soul is a mortgage!
I saw war in my dream,
Gunshots silenced my thunderous scream,
There comes heavy silence heard,
Tingling the ear, souls falling to the earth!
Death has no friend, it started with
Those against self actualization,
I saw their body become stiff and breath,
Ceasing! There comes the actualization,
When it was no longer sweet,
Heroes lost, legends gone. Heat! Heat!
Heat of passion!
Freedom is our pride, let's make it a fashion!
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
India
A look at life
Love in motion is life.
If you want to live
love yourself and others.
Without the latter,
the former is so
incomplete
Love at rest is death
You die the day
you fail to love yourself.
You succumb
the day you fail to
reciprocate
and love your
surrounding
The vast universe,
the ever-expanding universe
stands on bonding.
It rests on love and mutual attraction
without which it will collapse in minutes
like a house of cards
Love is life
For love, you are here
Love gives birth
Love nourishes
Love sustains
For love life is so beautiful
in this beautiful earth
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Maheswar Das
Divine Determination
Here everything is determined by the divine
This world belongs to the Divine .
His determination is the universal laws of the
world
He is the changeless soverign master of the world
Nothing is expressed here on earth without
the order of the divine.
The entire Universe is his design.
He is the master creator
of everything.
The whole creation is his
play.
It is his leela.
For his Leelas he makes
and unmakes everything.
He destroys everything
for a new creation.
Since change is the law of
his Universe, everything co-exist in a single
pendal.
In a single pendal, when someone is singing, the
other one is laughing or crying, some other person
is living in some other ways.
Here sorrows, sufferings, laughter,
darknss and light all have their play on man.
Even in a single platform all are playing their
role on man.
Mysterious are the ways of the creator.
We bow to the ineffable sweet master of the
world.
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Prasanna Bhatta.
India
Life longs last with real love
Real Love longs last in glee
Full of meaningful and
fruitful verve.
Apart from love, life becomes
baseless and charmless .
Love is in action, not
sensation
Love is a bounty of
blessing of
Almighty
Filled with humanity,
humility &
benignity.
Garlanded with kindness,
and
clemency
Praised with compassion
and
charity.
Admired with affection
and
amiability.
No right to enter into love
monarchy
For antipathy and cruelty, hate
and enemity.
Pious and noble love
doesn't admit and admire
Sensual and sensuous
pleasure.
So love is in action,
but not sensation
** Real love is a Heavenly gift of perfection**
*** E N D ***
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Nagwa Lashin
Egypt
Teachers
It is honour to be teachers
Honestly, sincerity, patience, discipline, hard
working and
kindness are our features
We plant sciences sun in Galaxies
Come with fresh ideas, widen
narrow roads, grow love fields,
carry knowledge candles
Have the qualities to
bring up
generations minds, water
rose
buds to catch fasteners
As the earth we have
layers of all knowledges
As rivers we have reborn
sciences
As the sky send blue
clouds to survive swards
We carve the glory of all
nations in
past, present and create future
Fatherly, motherly treat our
learners we are preachers.
Damburudhara Behera
India
Ho! Rain come and come
With smiling face and drazzling voice
We wel-come you
By our soul and heart
To our home of Earth
For watering in dry field
RAIN
For ever green for ever seen
We get sufficient crop and harvest
Tell to anyone about...
You are the best and guest
We wel-come you
Come to the earth
From East to West, and North to South
It is the passion of the truth...
Bagawath Bhandari
Bhutan
Romance...
Every time you kiseed me,
I was flooded in the sea,
The sea of your supreme
love,
In the warmth of your
hugs.
I loved when you touched
my bosom,
Feeling was so incredible
and awesome,
Emotions ran deep down
my heart,
When love became an art.
Every time you fall asleep,
I used to peep,
Raising head from my pillow,
Love used to grow akin to willow.
But, faith dragged you away from me,
And I miss you like a flower missing a bee,
I will keep loving you for eons of time,
Till sun drinks the dew and kills its shine.
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Santosh Kumar Biswa
Bhutan
Eyeless Love
Eyeless love, why do you come?
You look nothing but the fabricated look
To move deeper with no sense to make
Of infatuated love to wear, that's insecure.
You beam like a candle too fast at peak
And breathe the rainbow of hopes to come
With dreams as though real that happens
That burst like a balloon with a small nip.
Better, I tell you, come
with an eyeglass
To see through at once,
ne'er to regret later
And like a ruby you
remain firm in shape.
Let your love be as hard
as diamond
Not so fragile that breaks
easily and suffer
To remain firm that can
see dream happen
Ne'er to vanish after a while like a rainbow
For happier end, not to blame or be blamed.
We are Same, we are One
Clouds in the sky seem cheerful
With flags of peace to march
Over the hills and through the valleys
As the messenger of love to address
During the hot summer daytime
To cool every head on the dirt
With the song of kinships to be sung
And let everyone to put up their hands
With gentle clap to produce a tune
"We are same, we are one,
Let us build the castle
Where we all can accommodate"
The smiling wind ready to join
With its gentle chants of dearie
Freshness in itself to bestow
And all high birds chirping
Flapping their wings in rhythm
Waking up all those sleeping deep
Again for a change to join their hands
To sing the song that awakes all
With gentle clap to produce a tune
"We are same, we are one,
Let us build the castle
Where we all can
accommodate"
The Mysterious Love
The love
that dreamth high
appears cryptic
Like Medea,
so tricky in mind
for vex to gain,
To jab Jason to bleed
and dewy eyes to see.
Thence, the deceit should go,
to free, guiltless.
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror, you're my dateless guardian,
You show me black and blue invariably,
When I weep, you wipe off my sadness clean
To give me strength for the other day
Napping the smile on me to grin again.
You're my lone mate to give your hands to cry
And pay your smile to cherish my good day.
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You mediate me to tidy myself for fondness
For your love is as lily-white as the glacier
And your thoughts so pragmatic and sane.
You're my pleader when I go namby-pamby
With your civility to seize my truculent mind,
My pique to freeze and to mellow my psyche
To amend me, not be overhauled by wrinkles
Off the hook, for normalcy to fall out in hand.
You're my scout when I'm ripped by Mosel,
My limbs to stumble on the velvety floors
Dim in vision to locate and repent my deeds.
Like a medico to rede me for my wellness
And to tittle-tattle for my
agony to cast away.
Mirror, mirror, I see
angel's mind in your aid,
The reflections, as bright
as a new penny
That can take hold the
angry storm's claim.
Bartering 'tween us,
buoys up my head modal
To affix, for the
chastisement to come at me.
When I’m gone
What would the day be like, when I’m -gone?
My dear, the sun's rays may bend
permanently,
The moon may not be in form over the night,
The river may stop flowing to rest in serenity
And you ‘re in dejection with handless hope.
The spirit may seem hopeless in my absence,
For your step may not ponder upon you,
You being left alone to struggle for survival,
And to fight the right fight for the life to lead.
But, I shall be by your side, even if I'm gone,
As a pathfinder for the sun to shine brighter.
Your loneliness be filled with the singing birds
And I shall send the brighter moon for you
To make your darkness to shine eternally
For the knowledge you possess isn't vague,
It shall cause you stand even if I'm gone.
You shall lead in purpose to prosper in spirit
Not to keep me in mind and to get distracted
For life has to move on even if I'm gone
With the great noesis ever granted to strive
In peace, never to fall whatsoever the matter.
The Blind Love to
Witness
The sweetest language of
love,
initially you get through,
the most loved partner,
you find,
anything, you can never
realize.
You pass by, the blind
love to witness
of hopes and promises ever
that appears not to be at all honest.
The love itself will pose to be phony
that of lust and pleasure, so temporal,
hatred later to be superseded by,
at the remnants with mindful regret.
'Cause love is to be examined from many,
simply not by how one looks,
but to be serious about precious life
to secure it, the character to consider
liveth within them, in mind
for brighter sun to arrive for heaven's gate
that last until the final breath.
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Saiprakash Kuntamukkala
India
Where are those maples!
Those succulent, shiny greens, losing their
sheen
The advent of human greed, encompassing
each leaf
No lessons learnt, hell bent upon to destroy,
the pristine glory
From where can the Maples grow, their seeds
and shoots eaten away at
a tender age
Trampled beyond repair
Their survival nipped at
bud, their growing beds
weeded
Concrete floors, high-rise
roofs, obstructing the
Sunrays
Trickle rains, reaching the
gutters
Motorized roads spewing soot
Eaten away by ants down from the root
Tender saplings, devoid of their sap
A lifeless plant, falling down to earth
Each time it rose, the same story repeats
The very greed and neglect coming to fore
How can they survive, this gigantic force
What is left, a question with no answer
Where are those Maples once stood upright!
With their canopies spread wide and across.
Clive Norman
United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Forever Bright
Lord and Master, please guide and teach us
Guiding our thoughts ever-deeper, to the
centre of our individually perceived universe
While seeking the Kingdom of heaven,
dwelling there, deep within us;
Awakening the consciousness of Self, the
continuously streaming consciousness, the
pure essence of one’s soul;
Teaching us, to love and
respect all life,
irrespective of form, as if
it was our own
Opening our inner eye of
insightfulness, of
knowledgeable wisdom
Seeing through refreshed,
unclouded vision
As the wondrous
unending beauty, of the
world, and the universe,
unfolds before our very
eyes
To listen to the miraculously beautiful dawn
chorus to the birds singing, melodically with
the angels, eternally watching over us
Listening to every heartbeat, in uniquely
pulsating, resonating signatures
Opening our hearts, minds, and souls,
observing newly awakening perceptions
Rediscovering the unimaginable,
incomprehensible complexities of humanity’s
ill-conceived, egotistically self-absorbing lives,
in acceptance of the truth and the light, forever
shining; forever bright!
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Ashokchakravarthy Tholana
Introspect oh human!
India
On the path of life, be careful
Try to be almost faithful,
Try to be almost truthful,
Life seems lovely and cheerful,
Exciting and immensely heartful.
So… be always mindful
At times, timely be unmindful;
Life... always is not
playful,
Yes, be righteous and
dutiful,
To experience a life
delightful.
Alternate option
Yes, the fickle mind ….
Keeps whirring around,
With thoughts abound,
Tries to prepare a ground,
To force us to depend,
On its laid path and bond.
Creating thus a vexation
With steep fluctuations,
And deep frustrations;
Mind leaves no option,
Either for exhilaration,
Or to opt for motivation.
Caught in the deception
Ignoring life’s destination,
The fathoms of dejection,
Drown our life’s passions.
The only ‘alternate option’,
Balance the mind with action.
So…
Uprooting the basic pillars of peace, no one can
No one can boast of being called a peace icon,
Bloodshed can never bring peace, but bread can,
Destruction cannot bring peace, but harmony can.
In the name of caste, creed, race and religion
Clashes and conflicts are ignited for a
rebellion;
Between self-centric forces, victims are
civilians
Where are we heading to, introspect, oh
human!
Mutual trust and
harmony are powerful
weapons
They can keep at bay, the
forces of destruction;
To fortify the bond of love
and friendly relations,
Unity and understanding
are the reliable options.
Let the superiority
complex diminish in humans
Let bitter thoughts replace with love and
concern;
‘Peace’ is a mighty weapon to avert all
conflicts,
May righteousness reign in every human
thought!
Peace exists if we succeed to uplift the
downtrodden
Peace prevails if we overcome, difference of
opinion;
Peace stabilizes progress and progress to
prosperity
Yes, together why not we give peace, a top
priority?
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About the poet
Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana is a
writer, poet and reviewer, hailing from
Hyderabad City, Telangana State, INDIA.
During his 30-year stint with poetry, Ashok’s
message-oriented poems have the unique
distinction of getting published in no less than
90 countries. He relentlessly contributes
poetry on themes viz., Universal Peace, World
Brotherhood, Environment Consciousness,
Protection of Nature, Safeguarding Children’s
and Human Rights for promoting world
harmony, literature and culture etc. He is
conferred with several
prestigious national and
international awards that
include FIVE Doctorates,
lots of laurels,
commendations and titles
etc.
In recognition of his
writings, Dr. Ashok
received commendations
from Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam,
former-President, India,
Shri Atal Behari Vajpayee,
former-Prime Minister, India, Bill Clinton,
USA, Queen Elizabeth of Britain, Princess of
Wales, President and Prime Minister of
France, Prime Minister of Switzerland, Senator
Viktor Busa, The Lord President, Italy, United
Nationals Organization, UNESCO, UNICEF etc.
As of now, NINE poetry compilations,
viz., ((1) Charismata of Poesie (2) The Chariot
of Musings (3) Serene Thoughts (4) Twinkles
(5) Reflections (6) Altitudes (7) Outlet (8)
Horizon (9) Kaleidoscope)) out of 18 volumes
of English poetry have been published and
received wide readership acclaim all over the
world. And, 12 spiritual-related books have
been translated so far from Telugu (local
language) to English language.
Ismail Ali Abu Mosallam
What
– What did Wael_Kfoury say when he started
dating??
I love you so much, my love, keep looking at me
– And when you strengthened a heart and
moved away from it ... He said:
Oh, let her go and tell me I miss you so much
And when nothing was known about her ...
Your love is a torment. You endured the
absence of your heart and looked at it
And he tried to convince
them and said:
If our love is a mistake, let
us be wrong ...
He got tired together, too,
and she didn't
understand his feelings,
so he said,
Now, I've decided on the
last one in this story for
Wein and Aslin.
"And when he knew she
wouldn't change her
mind, " he said.
Oh, my shadow, souls, my soul is tired of you
Finally, he concluded that he was patient and
said:
One page and I folded my life and threw it
away ... What a loss, my love
– And when you felt right now and decided to
come back, they said ...
You came out of love and you were not created
to live with your heart
– And finally, they finished the story and said
...
Now I have made peace, there is no loss or
gain, because you and I have been wounded by
a wound
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Shabir Rather
Love I want to be with you
I will come to you
I will reach to you
I need your love,
I need you forever
I can't bear your absence too
distance do not matter in love
language do not make any difference
I know you are deep in my love
I love you too madly
my heart and soul is
always with you
you are my life, you are
my happiness.
you are my last
destination
I am only for you my soul,
I love you,
I love you,
I love you
though you are not with
me
I feel myself with you
you are in my heart beats
because I love you
because you are my soul
Imdadul Islam
Love
We want "peace" for consistency.
The entire world needs stability,
Man seeks safety and security.
The quarrel comes from antipathy,
Battle cames from zealotry,
We want peace for everybody,
Let's promote peace carefully.
Let's work for peace universally.
We're bard of peace certainly.
None can protest us forcefully.
Peace will be stablished doubtlessly
God makes the world equally
For rich people and the
needy,
Let's be hearty to
overcome poverty.
Ill jingoism destroys us
badly.
Work to stabilize human
society,
Refrain from war and
discrepancy.
If we want to see all
cordially,
Let's care the whole
universe lively.
Tapan Roy
Rosy picture
India
If 'P' denotes pacificatory,
'E' robustly denotes equality.
'A' certainly means amity,
And 'C' indicates commensality,
Again 'E' means expediency.
Peace
How will I raise the rosy picture!
There's stony situation.
There's no rain, there's only sun.
The rivers flow towards the sea,
but don't make fertile the land.
In the spring the nature becomes
beautiful but not the human life.
There's lack of softness, in the stony
Situation of hardness how will I be
able to raise the rosy picture!
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Parthita Dutta
Malak Nora Hammadi
Poland
Algeria
I came time and again
sky crying
When you were drenching
dolefully in the rain of despair,
that day as a mote of peace
in the white pigeon’s beak, I came
And you were struck, spoiled
by the feather again
There, I melted on her
tongue.
When you were breaking
in the clamorous ravine,
between the heart and life
I, in the fist of solitude
appeared
and you got ghastly
terrified
of your inner silence
there
the crowd swallowed me.
When your cogency became supine
by numerous tyrant blow
You groped for an imperial spire,
being a spark of Tanzanite
I fell on your diadem as a light
nonchalantly you breathed me out.
The tragedy of the sun bathed in beautiful eyes
The murmurs of the chest flattened the sky
Spring slept on the surface of the earth, its
drums beating for peace
Offerings of dreams poems floating on the
river of immortality
Deliberately leaving the
world
The dimensions of the
void shook in
astonishment
These doses of Poetry are
not enough
To reduce desertification
of ideas
Silence broke out crying from the horror of the
pain
Your parts are dead...
And you're lying on a bed succumbing to this
displacement
The smell of boiling pots of human meat
pervaded the place
Mouths demand their strength...
O you who sleep in this blackness, loosen the
bonds of life
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Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim
Tandra Mishra
Senegal
True love
How beautiful it is to die every second in your
smile
How beautiful it is to love life while listening
to your sigh
A true melody that sounds in my aged heart
A semblance of happiness that could destroy
my nights
A love and a great fear but
a will and a true desire
An adventure too
beautiful that brightens
my sky
And your face that stalks
me with the beauty of its
rainbows
A fury too beautiful an
unconscious flame
An undefined destiny a
fascinating story
A golden heart of inestimable value
You are inked in my soul, an inescapable
intoxication
A love like a baby taking its first steps in
wonder
A doctor from nowhere who checks my heart
and then leaves
The road to our kingdom is full of pitfalls
But a rare confidence in you I move forward
even in unconsciousness
A music too beautiful is drawn for us day and
night
I am the heroine of your majesty, my king, your
love is madness.
India
Două inimi care bat cu ritm
Ținând mâinile, privind la ochi,
Eliberând durerea, înflorind credințele,
Încrederea în viață, crește căldura; crește
vibrația.
Făcând viața mai demnă,
oferind bucurie și senzație înaltă.
Plăcerea de a vorbi, de a
sta față în față,
Arăta că timpul se oprește
să simtă harul.
Oh, acea căldură! o, acea
supunere!
Acele inimi iubitoare bat
unul pentru celălalt fără
nicio condiție.
Vântul este răcoros,
soarele este fraged.
Uite ce fericiți sunt!
Păsări ciupind, într-un ton lent;
Chemându-se unul pe altul să cinstească
comuna.
Momentele pentru a uita limitele,
Doar pentru a simți extazul, beatitudinea.
Ținând de mână, desfășurând emoția,
umplând miezul inimii cu adorație,
Oh! iubirea ta! Căzând O picătură de extaz în
inimile trandafirii,
Credință înfloritoare pentru viață,
Oh! Lasă-l să curgă și cu artele mele, cu
versurile mele.
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Monika Venusia
Italia
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Brividi caldi sulla pelle:
Marica e Marco si conoscono fin da
bambini e sono stati sempre migliori amici, ma
ad un certo punto della loro amicizia Marco
comincia a sentire nuove sensazioni verso la
sua più cara amica. Cosa sarà? E Marica cosa
sente per lui? La loro amicizia si rovinerà
oppure si approfondirà trasformandosi in
qualche altra cosa?
Intanto Marica che non si
era mai innamorata di
nessuno comincia a
provare dei sentimenti
molto forti per Robin,
ricambiata. Robin, uomo
più grande, uomo
navigato, drogato,
alcolizzato, puttaniere,
abituato alle orge, cosa
nasconde?
Tendenzialmente solo
affamato di amore come
uno spettatore che guarda una vetrina ma che
sa che non può andare li dentro, non appena la
incontra viene affascinato dalla sua ingenuità
e comincia a provare una forte brama che gli
darà l'input per una difficile risalita da suo
inferno, cercando di crederci, ma sapendo che
sarebbe stato inutile.
Ritrovarsi: Un incontro in una
terra straniera ed è subito
amore
Bryan e Sarah, un incontro improvviso in
una terra straniera, un'attrazione immediata,
un appuntamento mancato e poi ritrovarsi
dopo 6 anni per puro caso. Cosa succederà?
Lui non sa che lei ha sofferto moltissimo, non
sa che seppur per un solo appuntamento si era
innamorata follemente e che avrebbe voluto
instaurare un rapporto con lui. Aveva avuto
paura ma si era lasciata andare, lei che non lo
faceva mai, proprio mai. Da sempre chiamata
timida dalle sue amiche. Da sempre sostenuta
da una amica speciale anche nei momenti in
cui soffre di più e che pensa di non riuscire a
farcela. Eppure anche se con fatica si riprende.
Riesce a sopravvivere, riesce ad andare avanti.
La cicatrice però sanguina ancora anche
quando si fidanza con Francesco uomo serio
che vuole sposarla. Cosa
ne sa il mondo di quello
che lei ha vissuto a causa
di quella cicatrice che si
porta anche sul corpo?
Che si porta anche sui
polsi? Lui non potrà mai
sapere il cumulo di agonia
sofferenza che ha provato
e che le ha portato ad una
nuova rinascita. Una
donna che pensa al futuro
con il cuore certo ma
soprattutto che costruisce tutto gradino per
gradino in modo da soffrire di meno.
Bryan non appena la rivede al pub dove
si incontrano rimane nuovamente abbagliato
da quella donna stupenda che per motivi di
salute aveva dovuto abbandonare. Aveva
sofferto moltissimo perché lui uomo dalle
mille avventure si sarebbe voluto mettere
seriamente con quella piccola ragazza
incontrata per caso.
Lei non vuole più soffrire e
testardamente desidera continuare la sua vita
abitudinaria con il suo fidanzato anche se poi
tutto crollerà come cenere.
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ŠAHDO BOŠNJAK
Bosnia and Herzegovina
CAPITOLUL 11
Roman Autobiografic
(Emergente)
Dimineața, înainte de a merge la școală,
m-am jucat și am glumit cu fiica fratelui meu,
pe care au numit-o după răposata mea soră,
Shada. Era trează dimineața devreme. Tocmai
mergea cu picioarele și ortografia primele
substantive: „mama”,
„aba”, „seka”, „bato”... Din
țipetele, râsetele și
zgomotul ei, toată casa
bâzâia și se frângea. A fost
bucuria imensă a tuturor
membrilor familiei, în
special a mea. M-am jucat
cu ea, a invatat sa
pronunte multe cuvinte,
expresii faciale, miscari,
grimasi si altele
asemenea. Dintre toți
colegii de casă, eu am petrecut cel mai mult
timp cu ea. Ea era ca lumina ochilor noștri.
Pentru prima dată, frumusețea satului
Šehrija a intrat cu profesorul ei Mirko. Era
cunoscută tuturor pentru frumusețea ei
încântătoare, aproape supranaturală. Era o
vecină îndepărtată de-a mea și o cunoșteam
destul de bine. Nu este prima dată când vine la
cursurile noastre și de multe ori rămâne până
la sfârșitul cursurilor. Ea a devenit complet ca
acasă în sala noastră de clasă. Nu era
profesoară, așa că de multe ori ne întrebam ce
va face acolo. Dar conversațiile ei șoapte,
confidențiale cu profesorul și privirile lor
amoroase le spuneau tuturor celor care voiau
să vadă. Erau îndrăgostiți unul de celălalt.
Avea o față rotundă, sprâncenele arcuite, iar
părul îi era încâlcit în jurul capului sau într-o
împletitură groasă, pe care o purta apoi acum
pe spate, acum pe stânga și apoi pe umărul
drept. În clasă au fost alături de noi elevi
extraordinari, care au însușit materialul
conform programului scurtat.
Profesorului i-a luat mult timp să-și
îndepărteze privirea de la frumoasa Shehriya,
să vadă mâna ridicată a lui Husref și să o
întrebe:
– Există vreo problemă, Husref?
– Da, profesor!
– Și care e problema, spune-mi?
– În tine și Šehrija...
– Pentru ce, dacă
poți ști?
– Pentru că flirtezi.
— N-ar trebui să
flirtăm?
– Ei bine, nu cred.
– Și de ce asta, dacă
poți ști?
– Pentru că nu ești
de aceeași credință. Ești
un creștin, un șocant, iar
ea este... Eh, și ea este... musulmană!
Profesorul a privit-o o clipă, apoi a
izbucnit în râs. Era comunist, ceea ce însemna
ateu la acea vreme. O astfel de gândire a lui
Husref i s-a părut nu numai ridicolă, ci și
înapoiată și stupidă. El a întrebat prin râs
forțat:
– Dar nu suntem amândoi oameni mai
întâi?
– Nu, nu ai făcut-o.
– Cum? De ce?
– Nu poți fi om, pentru că tu ești bărbat
și ea femeie.
Mai întâi profesorul, apoi Shehri și apoi
toți elevii au izbucnit în râs amuzant. Dar
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Šehrija nu părea să râdă. Era roșie ca un bujor,
toată confuză, doar că lacrimile nu-i curgeau
pe față. Din acea zi, ea a vizitat profesorul
nostru, profesoara de „șoc”, din ce în ce mai
puțin. Curând n-am mai văzut-o la școala
noastră. Și dacă Husrefa nu ar fi reacționat așa
în ziua aceea, cine știe ce s-ar fi întâmplat între
profesoară și frumusețe. Astfel, s-a căsătorit
într-un sat de lângă Doboj, pentru un
„musulman”, bineînțeles, iar profesoara
noastră s-a căsătorit cu Nevenka, profesor, și
cu siguranță „catolic”. Din câte știu eu: ambii
au trăit în căsnicii armonioase.
&
V-am povestit și
despre această perioadă a
școlii mele în cărți
publicate anterior.
Despre cum mi-am
petrecut tot timpul în
afara orei cu vite și cai,
îngrijindu-le și îngrijindule.
Cum a trebuit să fac
multe alte meserii. Despre
cum am mers la școală în
haine și pantofi rupte și chiar în cizmele mari
ale mamei. Din această cauză, copiii mei au râs
și au făcut mișto de mine, iar eu am simțit o
durere psihică aproape insuportabilă. În timp
ce am împrumutat o carte de la profesor
pentru a o citi, Shada a rupt-o și a rupt câteva
foi și am ezitat să îi returnez profesorului o
astfel de carte. V-am povestit deja despre
multe alte evenimente. Ca să nu mă repet, de
data aceasta le voi omite, de înțeles. Dar vă voi
povesti o altă experiență, legată de acea
perioadă a vieții studențești, care m-a
impresionat atât de timid.
Era aproape de sfârșitul clasei a patra. În
clasă, eram neoficial cunoscut drept cel mai
bun elev și „animalul de companie al
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profesorului”, deși în clasă mai erau patru sau
cinci elevi excelenți. Și apoi profesorul mi-a
dat o misiune din învățământul tehnic, sau de
acasă, îmi amintesc mai vag, să fac acasă
câteva pătuțuri din chibrituri. Nu am avut
accesorii. Fără lipici, fără acuarele, fără bandă
adezivă, fără foarfece sau chiar cutii de
chibrituri goale.
Nimic de-a face cu ordinul unui profesor.
Nu am îndrăznit să-i cer tatălui meu să-mi
cumpere acel accesoriu. Așa că am mers la
școală fără pătuț, cu neliniște, dar și cu
speranța că nu mă vor cere să-mi fac temele.
Sau se va uita printre degetele mele și de data
asta. Având în vedere
statutul privilegiat pe
care l-am avut cu el. Dar
nu a fost așa.
De data asta
profesorul s-a supărat
foarte tare pe mine. De
fapt, era furios. A înțeles
asta ca pe un semn al lenei
mele, al neglijenței față de
obligațiile școlare și față
de sine. În aceeași zi, a
încheiat patru cu mine din
acel caz. Alte note finale
au fost toate cele cinci. Când a fost sfârșitul
anului școlar, a venit la el Adnan, fratele
profesoarei Alja. În acea vreme termina liceul
și dorea să-l ajute pe Mirko să aranjeze
Jurnalul, să completeze broșurile elevilor și
alte documente. Venind la pagina mea din
Jurnal, a întrebat: „Cine este Shado?”
M-am ridicat de pe scaun. S-a uitat la
mine și apoi la profesor. El i-a spus: În acea
vreme termina liceul și dorea să-l ajute pe
Mirko să aranjeze Jurnalul, să completeze
broșurile elevilor și alte documente. Venind la
pagina mea din Jurnal, a întrebat: „Cine este
Shado?” M-am ridicat de pe scaun. S-a uitat la
mine și apoi la profesor. El i-a spus: În acea
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vreme termina liceul și dorea să-l ajute pe
Mirko să aranjeze Jurnalul, să completeze
broșurile elevilor și alte documente. Venind la
pagina mea din Jurnal, a întrebat: „Cine este
Shado?” M-am ridicat de pe scaun. S-a uitat la
mine și apoi la profesor. El i-a spus:
– Și de ce nu încheie Shadi a cincea din
acest subiect când toate celelalte subiecte sunt
toate cinci?! E pacat!
– Nu - spuse Mirko. - Din motive de
principiu. Când nu a vrut să facă o sarcină, ceea
ce nu este dificil, nu poate avea un mare cinci
acum.
Deși Adnan a insistat cu insistență ca
profesorul să aibă milă de
mine și să-mi încheie
toate notele excelente, el a
rămas totuși fidel poziției
sale, ferm ca granitul.
Astfel, la finalul clasei a
IV-a, mi-a lipsit
recunoașterea „elevului
generației” și în același
timp modeste laude și
daruri. Pentru că ce fel de
student aș fi și nu am
toate cele cinci închise?!
Nu aveam dreptul să fiu
supărat pe profesor. Nu puteam decât să mă
gândesc: „Iartă-l, Doamne, nu știe ce face!”
Profesorul Mirko avea o viziune
marxistă și atee asupra lumii, pe care, potrivită
epocii noastre, a încercat să o învețe pe noi,
elevii săi. Am învățat multe de la el, care a vrut
să învețe, desigur. Pentru că era o persoană
foarte pozitivă, progresistă, de la care erau
multe de învățat. Deoarece locuiește în
cartierul meu, este de înțeles că îl văd
ocazional. Să ne luăm rămas bun în treacăt și
cam atât. L-am respectat și am ezitat. Asta mia
fost lăsat de când am școală. Dar mi se pare
că el a simțit același lucru pentru mine. Poate
de aceea nu am devenit niciodată apropiați,
am devenit prieteni. Este pensionar de multă
vreme și locuiește fericit în casa lui alături de
soția sa exemplară, care este și ea pensionară.
&&
Când au venit vacanțele de vară, părinții
mei mi-au pus din ce în ce mai multe
responsabilități pe spate. Fratele cel mare a
mers la armată și apoi la o firmă de construcții
din Belgrad. Fratele mijlociu mergea mai ales
zilnic: cosind, săpat, cumpărând fân și făcând
alte lucrări pentru cei care l-ar suna. Era tânăr
și în curând s-a îmbolnăvit grav. Sora Sajka se
căsătorise cu mult timp în
urmă și avea o familie: soț
și copii.
Trebuia să păstrez
trei vaci și unul sau doi
cai, uneori aveam unul și
alteori doi. Și asta a fost
munca mea principală.
Iarna trebuia să-i
hrănesc: să-i hrănesc, să-i
ud, să-i îngrijesc, să-i
curăț, să le aduc mâncare
și să iau gunoiul de grajd.
În plus, din ce în ce mai des, tatăl meu m-a
obligat să merg cu el zilnic cu o echipă: arat
oamenii, semănat, culeg porumb și transport
ce avea nevoie. A trebuit să luăm și lemne de
foc din pădure, pe tine și pe alții. Pe lângă toate
acestea, a trebuit să merg două-trei zile la
Moscheea Castorului pentru instruire
religioasă, mai întâi oral și apoi să studiez la
Sufari. După sufară, am studiat și Coranul.
În ciuda atâtor responsabilități, aproape
că nu am avut timp să mă joc și să socializez cu
alți copii. M-am simțit adesea ca un sclav, un
sclav al propriilor mei părinți. Părinții mei nu
au simțit nicio urmă de dragoste pentru copiii
lor. Scopul lor principal era să ne exploateze
cât mai mult posibil. În copilărie, este clar că i-
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am urât devreme din cauza asta. Cel puțin, nu
mi-au plăcut. Alți părinți au fost, de asemenea,
stricti și și-au forțat copiii să facă tot felul de
lucruri. Dar așa părinți egoiști, cruzi și
insensibili, mi se pare, nu știam. Uneori mi se
pare cum să vorbesc toate astea despre
părinții mei - nu este frumos, nu este politicos,
mai ales că sunt decedați de mult.
În acele zile de primăvară, fiica fratelui
meu, Shada, îngerul familiei noastre, s-a
îmbolnăvit. A fost o conversație, distracție și
bucurie pentru noi toți. Era o fetiță atât de
frumoasă, dulce și afectuoasă, încât până și
părinții mei fără inimă, bunicul și bunica
Shadei, i-au arătat un fel
de atenție și dragoste
deosebită pentru ea. Era
imposibil să nu iubești
fata aceea dulce. Așa că
dacă ar face ceva obraznic
în casă în nevinovăția ei,
nimeni nu s-ar supăra pe
ea, n-ar avea inima să fie
supărată, darămite să o
pedepsească în vreun fel.
La urma urmei, cum să
pedepsești acea bucată de
bunătate, frumusețe și
bucurie a lui Dumnezeu?
Când eram acasă, ea mai mult se
petrecea cu mine, se juca, tweeta și se bucura.
Am învățat-o să spună multe cuvinte, să imite
bătrânii, să cânte cântece scurte pentru copii,
să joace diverse jocuri. Ea i-a iubit pe toți cei
din casă și pe mine cel mai mult. Abia aștepta
să ajungă acasă de undeva, să petrecem timp
împreună. De aceea nu puteam fi supărat pe ea
nici când a rupt câteva pagini din carte, pe care
am împrumutat-o de la profesorul Mirko.
Am lipit cumva paginile și am returnat
cartea fără ca profesorul să observe imediat
deteriorarea. De atunci am încetat să mai
împrumut cărți de la el. Când a descoperit
deteriorarea cărții, și-a dat seama de ce nu mai
vin după cărți. Apoi mi-a spus că încă mai pot
împrumuta liber cărți școlare și personale de
la el. Totuși, rușinea era mai puternică decât
setea de lectură și nu am mai împrumutat nicio
carte de la profesorul meu. Și nu numai acel
zijan, dacă Shada mi-ar fi făcut vreun rău, dacă
mi-ar fi rupt capul, nu m-aș fi supărat pe ea,
darămite să o pedepsesc în vreun fel. Atât de
mult a fost dragostea mea pentru ea.
De aceea nu puteam fi supărat pe ea nici
când a rupt câteva pagini din carte, pe care am
împrumutat-o de la profesorul Mirko. Am lipit
cumva paginile și am returnat cartea fără ca
profesorul să observe
imediat deteriorarea. De
atunci am încetat să mai
împrumut cărți de la el.
Când a descoperit
deteriorarea cărții, și-a
dat seama de ce nu mai
vin după cărți. Apoi mi-a
spus că încă mai pot
împrumuta liber cărți
școlare și personale de la
el.
Totuși, rușinea era
mai puternică decât setea
de lectură și nu am mai împrumutat nicio carte
de la profesorul meu. Și nu numai acel zijan,
dacă Shada mi-ar fi făcut vreun rău, dacă mi-ar
fi rupt capul, nu m-aș fi supărat pe ea, darămite
să o pedepsesc în vreun fel. Atât de mult a fost
dragostea mea pentru ea. De aceea nu puteam
fi supărat pe ea nici când a rupt câteva pagini
din carte, pe care am împrumutat-o de la
profesorul Mirko.
Apoi a încetat să se îmbolnăvească. A
început să tușească, a avut febră, se simțea
neputincioasă, zăcea din ce în ce mai mult și se
ținea de cap. Era un semn sigur că începea să
simtă durere în cap. După primele simptome
ale bolii, Shad urma să fie dus la medic. Dar
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părinții mei au manifestat din nou nepăsare,
neglijență și nesimțire față de copilul bolnav.
Fratele meu a fost la Belgrad, nora mea nu a
întrebat nimic, părinții mei au decis totul. Mai
ales tatăl. Și era convins că fetița se va vindeca
singură, așa cum se îmbolnăvise.
Apoi au început s-o „vindece” prin orori
sărate, înregistrări ale lui hodja și vrăjitorie
asemănătoare, precum și câteva ierburi și
unguente din medicina „populară”. Când boala
a progresat atât de mult, încât nici măcar tatăl
meu nu a putut ignora nevoia ca Shada să
meargă la medic - s-a dovedit că era prea
târziu. A fost trimisă de la Tešanj la spitalul din
Tuzla. Mama a mers cu ea.
Nu-mi amintesc exact cât
au stat acolo, poate douătrei
capse.
Medicii au făcut cât
au putut. Diagnosticul
pentru noi, profanii, a fost
- inflamație a creierului.
Eram copil și nu
înțelegeam prea bine asta.
Dar când mă gândesc la
asta acum, mi se pare că
Shada a avut meningită
sau o boală similară. De
îndată ce a devenit un caz fără speranță pentru
medici, ea a fost externată din spital. Tocmai
au trimis-o acasă.
Lasă-l pe Rahat să moară acasă. La
externarea din spital, pacientul a fost
considerat vindecat sau decedat de medici. Și
știau că nu există îngrijire sau îngrijire
medicală adecvată la domiciliu. Este
umanitatea profesiei medicale, și unde este
jurământul lor hipocratic? Orice pacient poate
fi radiat în avans? Nu ar trebui să se lupte
pentru toată lumea prin toate mijloacele
pentru tot restul vieții? Nu este asta logic,
moral și uman?
Dar mie mi se pare că această lume este
plină de imoralitate, plină de ucigași din
umbră. Până și medicii de atunci erau
conștiincioși și onorabili, în comparație cu
medicii de azi, cu diplome cumpărate și, mai
ales, cu oameni corupti fără suflet! Cu toate
acestea, aș fi impardonabil de nedrept dacă
critica mea s-ar aplica tuturor medicilor și
întregului personal medical, fără excepție.
Cu siguranță există doctori și medici în
general capabili, conștiincioși și umaniști și
onorabili. Dar sunt multe inacceptabile și de
neiertat, neprofesioniști, corupti și lipsiți de
scrupule! Ei sunt cei mai mari vinovați pentru
moartea și handicapul multor oameni.
Societatea nu face nimic,
sau face foarte puțin,
pentru a-i împiedica să
facă acest lucru.
Dintre astfel de
medici, cei săraci suferă
cel mai mult. În timp ce
bogații aparțin oricum
lumii întregi, chiar și cei
mai buni medici, cele mai
bune medicamente și cele
mai puternice instituții
medicale. Nu pot să le
spun decât lor, așa doctori
și așa de bogați: La naiba!
Un copil sărac și neajutorat a murit timp
de aproximativ o săptămână. Noi, familia, am
fost nevoiți să urmărim neputincioși aceste
chinuri. Nu am cuvinte să descriu acele dureri
și acea suferință în care fetița noastră a murit
literalmente o săptămână. Din atâta durere, ea
a scos voci asemănătoare cu guturaiul unui
porumbel.
De durere, inima a vrut să-mi
izbucnească sau să sară din piept. Așa că am
fugit de acasă. Oriunde doar pentru a nu
urmări suferința acelui copil nevinovat.
Încercam să mă distrez puțin. Și nu te gândi.
Dar asta era imposibil. În realitate și în somn,
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am simpatizat cu suferința Shadei. Și amar,
amar plâns. Până când inima ei mică a încetat
să mai bată. Apoi ne-am ușurat să nu-i privim
chinul. Dar apoi am știut și că în sfârșit murise,
că nu va mai fi printre noi.
A fost prima dată când am hulit și m-am
gândit: „Doamne, ești Tu?! „Pur și simplu neam
luat. Chiar dacă era de la Dumnezeu. Nu
puteam să înțeleg: de ce? De ce, Doamne, lași
niște nenorociți să trăiască atât de mult? Și
îngerii mor repede, prea repede? Atâția copii
nevinovați?
Nu am putut merge la înmormântarea ei.
Mi se părea că voi fi copleșită de atâta durere.
M-am dus la mormântul ei
după trei-patru zile, când
durerea din inima mea
părea să dispară măcar
puțin. Dar m-am înșelat.
Mângâindu-și mormântul
mic, mi s-a părut că am
vărsat toate lacrimile și că
nu vor mai fi în viața mea.
Am adormit în
lacrimi lângă mormântul
meu drag și m-am trezit în
Aksham. Până atunci, mia
fost frică să merg la
cimitir. Dar acum eram singur în cimitir, fără
teamă. Colegii mei nu știau unde sunt și se
pregăteau să mă urmeze în căutare.
În următoarele câteva zile, îngrijind
vitele, am plâns atât de mult de durere pentru
Shad, încât mi s-a părut că mi-am vărsat toate
celelalte lacrimi. Și că în viață nu vor mai fi cu
adevărat pentru alții. Chiar dacă mulți dintre
cei dragi mei au murit mai târziu în viață,
rareori pentru cine am vărsat câteva lacrimi.
Apoi mă întrebam: Chiar am vărsat toate
lacrimile pentru Shadow? Nu mai sunt pentru
când?!
essay 31-35
Folajimi Notch Shoaga
Nigeria
The Life Teacher
The quest for life began in true light to
survival, envisaging an unseen future in a way
not really comprehended. And gradually,
future bridges come into construction as
humans engage in cultivating a habit of
learning towards surviving an unforeseen
moment.
Numerous
challenges were
embattled and the likes of
vilification among
heterogeneity debased
many intellectuals in
presence of high brow,
equality became a war of
thought as many in this
regard do not
comprehend even at the
expense of having such life, an euphemistic
approach is used to destabilized human minds
and this took a long time before it was been
discovered, and thus, various researches that
are viable thought really stabilized learning
process.
For this reason, it becomes imperative to
ascertain the best approach which is
everlasting to future generations to perfect a
lifetime through a sense of veracity among
peaceful great minds.
The future of nationhood is very
paramount in terms of survival as everyone
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engages in the quest of living. There are
various faculties of knowledge that are vast
and versed in learning and this prompt and
encourages people to develop a sense of
discipline which will guide them in a lifetime.
It of no doubt that some are faced by ripples of
life which is a big challenge to human that does
not comprehend it when it comes their way,
therefore, it is a great deal to great minds to
stand relevant to humanity calls and these had
been a sense of salvaging others in faculty
growth irrespective of background to have
sane education rather than fall a victim of
circumstance since life is
full of an irony.
More so, an augury
of an incessant bad
communication process
through humans having
such a sense of reasoning
ideology towards survival
which had deeply ruined
brains in developing
positively becomes a
cumbersome challenge in education
discipline, therefore stirred up relevant brains
in so many faculty of reasoning as literature is
as always as life itself.
Ends, as a great learned teacher of great
minds that comprehends an antithesis of life,
it is a fulfilling path to have bestowed and
impart positive knowledge which will salvage
lives from generation to generation without
going astray.
Zoran Radosavljević
Bosnia and Herzegovina
Želje puste želje
O željama bi ti pričao ali radije bi da te
grlim i ljubim... Kako bi ti sve ispričao o severu,
odveo bi te da ga probaš... Eto, tako mi se voliš.
A pričao bih ti o Eresundskom mostu i kako se
tunelom ispod mora dolazi do njega. I koliko
želim s tobom baš tim putem...da prodjem ili
još bolje da tebi dodjem... Ideš mi uz sve što
planiram... ideš mi uz sve što sa tobom želim
da snivam... Od svih mojih
ludila najlepša su mi ona
sa tobom... toliko sam lud
da bi do tebe poletio
nebeskim svodom... išli bi
svim svetskim morima,
planinama i drumovima,
najgore su granice koje
sami postavite u
snovima... U životu ti se
svašta desi, ali svašta i
prođe, na kraju će morati
i sreča da dođe... Nekom je
život mačeha a nekom majka... a ja želim samo
Trebišnicu i tebe... to je moja u dve reći bajka...
Koliko god se pravio da sam jak kao stene...
Koliko me smiruje pomisao da postojiš,
uznemiri me pomisao što nisi pored mene...
Volim lepe ženske ruke... da se igram sa njima...
da pokažem svima šta imam... i to ne dam...
Danju sam miran noću podivljam... samo ako
tvojim oćima ne prijam... Naslonim glavu na
tvoje grudi i čujem male otkucaje srca... srce za
koje znam da sam u njemu... Valjda će i na nas
jednom da pogleda bog... Ništa se u životu ne
dešava slučajno. Sve što se desi ima svoj cilj i
razlog... Zagrljaji su stvoreni kako bi ljudi znali
da ih volite i ne lažete, a da pri tom ne morate
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ama baš ništa više da kažete... zato si moje luće,
nadam se da si za neki život ušuškani na obali
Trebišnice uz zvuke talasa a vinograd iza
kuće... Mesec je i ove noći tako lepo žut... za
tebe bi bio i ulična svetiljka samo da do mene
nađeš put... Ne volim ljude sklone spletkama...
Volim sve što je jednostavno - bosonoge ljude,
široke osmehe, bore od osmeha, sjaj u očima,
trešnje s petiljkama... Volim život, a moj život
si ti... A da je volim znaće... jer suze su ok... jer i
nebo plače... želim svetu da dokažem... Ne
želim da ti pričam da si posebna...
Želim to da ti pokažem...
Andjeo
Bila je tužna i ne
našminkana, ali njega nije
mogla prevariti to što je
izgledala kao polovni
anđeo…znao je, da nema
polovnih anđela…ima ih
samo umornih…njegov
umorni anđeo je bila…
promeni se čovek..kada ti
srce dodirne…taj poseban
neko..ma koliko on bio
daleko.. Šetam gradom
naše mladost, i tražim ulicu da je tvojim
imenom nazovem..možda tako te dozovem….
zašto osjećam da sam izgubljen u traženju
…umoran u lutanju…sačuvan negdje u zemlji
snova gdje košmari caruju…nemir mojih
lutanja zaustavljen na tromeđi svjetova…dok
mi ona šalje pozdrave preko severnih vetrova..
Život je nepregledan hodnik pun ogledala, gde
u svakom izgledamo drugačije, sve dok na
kraju, ako imamo sreče, ne prepoznamo
sebe…I nije nikad bio problem u onome šta si
rekao ..ili ko je rekao..problem je ako se u tome
prepoznaš…a što je najgore ti uvek poslednji
sve doznaš.. Nekom je život mačeha a nekom
majka..a ja želim samo Trebišnicu .i tebe to je
moja u dve reći bajka. Ljubav nije nesto sto
naidje usput
Isti san se ne sanja dvaput… Tragediju
života ne čini ono što nemamo, već samo ono
što nam nedostaje…. I na kraju kada pogledaš
unazad, sumiraš svoj život shvatiš da jedino
ljubav može sve.
Ronald Erick Zabala Lastra
Bolivia
„Ya no sere”
He cosechado bajo la luna
resplandeciente… sueños de amor e
iluciones… como labrador de esperanzas...
para mi propia alma... y
mi languida soledad.
Fui el constructor
de castillos en el aire...
como todo bohemio y
soñador empedernido...
tus besos fuerón los
cimientos de mis
fantasias... tus caricias la
fuerza y empeño de
seguir adelante sin mirar
atras.
Hoy me encuentro
bajo la tormenta... del abandono y el desamor...
esta tempestad que hoy me tambalea... como
una debil hoja sin su rama... como una triste
gota... entre el aguacero torrencial de mi llanto.
Las penas terminan con la vida... y esta
pena que hoy me acongoja... es el mismo
infierno donde me ahogo de dolor y
desesperanza.
Mis palabras no bastan... no te alcanzan
aunque a gritos te hablan... mis suspiros
dejaran de ser... mi boca ya no te llamara
mañana... mis manos y mi cuerpo... dejaran de
extrañarte... como la noche a la mañana... con
la resignación de haberte perdido para
siempre.
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Liz Robinson
Lovereading expert review of
the last house on the street
Social issues from the dark past of the
USA hit home in this novel that welds two time
frames, two women, and a mystery together.
A compelling, tense, and emotional
family drama focusing on two young women
whose stories shatter then fuse together with
disturbing consequences. A fight for civil
rights takes place in 1960’s North Carolina,
while in 2010 a newly
built house is cause for
contention. The land
within this corner of the
South is seeped in a
burning history, be
prepared to be
pummelled. Each time
frame sucked me in
whole, yet when in 1965 I
completely forgot that
2010 existed. 1965 felt completely separate, in
its own contained fiery universe and I reentered
the future with a bump. As 1965 plays
a role in 2010 I had a totally different
experience in that story, and was able to see
how and why the past had a hand in the future.
Diane Chamberlain builds the intricate
detailed layers of the plot with such care and
attention. The mood of the story as it blends
felt as though I was walking on a crumbling
cliff edge. Hate, love, despair and hope are
constant companions during this novel. The
Author’s Notes have huge impact, not only
explaining the aspects of history that are built
into the story, but also the politics that are still
in play. The Last House on the Street is a
powerfully dramatic tale that encourages
more research into the history of this time.
A small town divided by prejudice. A
secret that won't remain silent... The stunning
new novel from the Sunday Times top ten
bestselling author of The Silent Sister and Big
Lies in a Small Town. This unmissable and
gripping Book Club read will stay with you.
1965. A young white female student
becomes involved in the fight for civil rights in
North Carolina, falling in
love with one of her
fellow activists, a Black
man, in a time and place
where an interracial
relationship must be
hidden from family,
friends and especially the
reemerging Ku Klux Klan.
As tensions rise in the
town, she realises not
everyone is who they
appear to be.
2020. A recently widowed architect
moves into the home she and her late husband
designed, heartbroken that he will never cross
the threshold. But when disturbing things
begin to happen, it's clear that someone is
sending her a warning. Who is trying to
frighten her away, and why?
Decades later, past and present are set to
collide in the last house on the street...
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Lenuş Lungu
Italia
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Cultural event
1 October 2021 Velletri - Italy
Launch of the anthology
"White Dove"
Santosh Kumar - Bhutan
A heartfelt thanks to the Luigi Magni and
Lucia Mirisola museum foundation and to its
host Alessandro Wiki
Filippi.
Here events,
exhibitions, conferences,
projects
and
collaborations with
schools and high schools
are organized. The
museum consists of seven
rooms which retrace the
career of the master Luigi
Magni and his wife Lucia
Mirisola.
An important event took place on 1
October. Launch of the anthology "White
Dove" author Santosh Kumar Biswa (Bhutan).
"White Dove" is a one-of-a-kind
anthology of contemporary poetry. It
melodically reflects unique human thoughts
through the involvement of various figurative
languages and devices. 'White Dove' is the
'Third Anthology of Poetry' of Love, Peace,
Fidelity and Humanity with eighty-seven
poems from the collection of the author
Santosh Kumar Biswa. It covers a wide range
of themes that will create ideas and feelings
about facts, love, motivation, ideologies, global
concepts and inspirational poetry. It will
ultimately promote exploration that excites
and fuels readers' inner instincts to both
sprout their own responses and to read and
enjoy the poem. Hence, it will make every
reader relax, think, enjoy and realize real life.
The possibility and the joy of meeting a
world-famous man, chosen as Santosh Kumar
Bhutan with exemplary results in
professional, social terms, an inspired poet, a
great humanist who remembers a rainbow
that emerged after the storms of time that still
gives us hope in people… His professional,
literary, humanistic career is successful. A
sensitive soul, in search of
beauty and people of
character, always in love
with the written word,
which ennobles the
characters, the only solid
truth in the world. A
warm soul, who
welcomes you with grace
and balance into his
universe, without
pretending to reciprocate
his gesture. And you
cannot enter contaminated, because he exudes
purity, honesty, sincerity...
A kind soul, who lives intensely every
second, every event, burning with his whole
being and exhorting those around him to do
the same ...
A special soul, full of desires and turmoil
that he has so sublimely put into the word for
us, for those who will come, for those who
know and feel the vibration of the soul in the
written word ... In the great soul as the life of
Santosh it beats like waves in rock, and most
of them only understand falling sand.
It is a joy for the eyes of my soul to
admire the sculpture of the letters and the
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humanity of the wave on the rock and a divine
consolation for the plants of the soul to step on
the precious sand of his works ... Remarkable
personality, generous in feelings and actions,
hard on himself and tolerant with others, an
oasis of goodness, sincere love, true
friendship. He viewed difficulties as
temporary obstacles and always harbored the
hope of a better tomorrow. His modesty and
dignity are truly remarkable. Subtle
intellectual, very cultured, with a great
vocation and cultural generosity, with a love
for books, for print media. A traveler through
life a unique man with a sensitive soul. In his
works he communicates
the lived and lived moods.
In his poems there is a
turmoil of the soul in a
harsh reality. He
expresses the truth, the
state of the human spirit,
reflects feelings, sheds
light for the sake of
beauty. Everything he
does he does with
diligence, dedication,
serenity and joy. He
highlights the sincerity, seriousness and
consistency with which human duties are
carried out.
Santosh Kumar Biswa
Santosh Kumar Biswa is a Bhutanese
author and poet and currently works as a
teacher at Damphu Central School, Bhutan. He
is a perfect source of numerous educational
books and anthologies of poetry and a worldinspired
peacemaker, in which he promotes
peace in his stead and around the world
through literature. and experiences that
require urgent attention and, through writing
him, participate in his global concerns and
seek to highlight life issues and provide
examples for a more comprehensive
understanding to bring peace to the world. He
commits his life by promoting peace and
humiliation among men for a better life in
society. He also studied global citizenship
education at UNICEF.
He is an award-winning writer who has
earned various laurels from the writing circle
around the world, such as; World Icon of
Literature Award, New World History Maker
of English Poetry Award, Gold Level Award for
Poetic Prohess and depth, Poetic Prowess
Award, Poetic Parley Gold Quill Award twice,
World Poetic Star Award,
Global Literary Society
Bronze Star Award,
Writer of the Week
Award, Eternal Flame
Recommendations,
Writer's Guild of America
Honor, Motivational Band
Platinum Certificate of
Honor, Edgar Allan
American Poet Award,
and more.
• Founder of the World Literary Forum
for Peace and Human Rights - WLFPH,
BHUTAN.
• Cadet Peace Coordinator, International
Dynamic Peacekeeping Mission Directorate,
Nigeria
• Director of the Publishing Department
at Inked with Magic, Literary Forum, Africa.
• President of Bhutan at the World
People's Forum. TWPF @ BTYA, Bangladesh.
• Member of the International Border
Organization for Peace and Humanitarian
Organization (IFPHO) representing Bhutan.
• Outstanding Achievement Award for
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Humanity
• President of Bhutan, World
International Economic Group.
DOCTORATE HONORIS CAUSA
• Doctor Honoris Causa, Honorary
Doctor of Literature, Institute of European
Studies and Research on Roma in the field of
crimes against humanity and international
law, Belgrade, Republic of Serbia.
• Doctor Honoris Causa, Doctor of Peace
and Humanity, Dynamic Peace Rescue Mission
International, Nigeria
• Doctor Honoris Causa, Honorary
Doctorate for Peace,
Security, Peace Against
Terrorism and Poverty,
Sustainable Development
and
Humanity,
Chaudhary Art Trust,
India
• Doctor Honoris
Causa, honorary
doctorate
for
humanitarian service,
peaceful coexistence and
the concept of peace
among all, the Council of Physical and Spiritual
Healing and the Sovereign Royal Empire of the
Indira Royal Family, Africa.
• Doctor Honoris Causa, Doctor of
Excellence, International Mission for the
Rescue of Dynamic Peace, Nigeria and
International Operation for Peace and Security
for the Activation of the Humanitarian Right to
Peace, India.
• Honorary Grand Master, Mare Maestru
Onorific, World Association of Writers Artists
of the Orb, Worldwide Writers Assotiation
Artist of thw ORBE (ADADO), Peru.
Other qualifications
• Postgraduate in English Literature,
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Royal University of Bhutan
• Bachelor of Science in Education,
National Institute of Education, Bhutan
• GCED101- INTRODUCTION TO GCED
(Global Citizenship Education), UNESCO
• DEVELOPMENT OF CURRICULUM FOR
EDUCATORS GCED, UNESCO
• Gross National Happiness (GNH)
Training Workshop, Thimphu, Bhutan
CERTIFICATE OF PEACE
• World Ambassador for Peace, Unit for
the Protection of Humanity, Nigeria
Nigeria
• World Ambassador for Peace, Soul
Mate Organization for
Peace and Humanity of
Indonesia, Indonesia.
• Ambassador of
Literature and Humanity,
Kano State Council for
Physical and Spiritual
Healing, Nigeria
• Ambassador of
Peace
(cadet)
representing Bhutan,
International Dynamic
Peacekeeping Mission,
• Ambassador of Art and Literature,
Egyptian International Academy for
Development, Art and Peace Publishinh,
Nigeria.
• Certificate of Honor for the
Ambassador of Peace and Humanity, World
Mission for Peace and Humanity, Bangladesh.
AWARD
• Peace Medal, National Commission for
Culture and Sport Change, Morocco.
• Global Icon of World Peace and Human
Friendship, Galaxy International Jury Prize,
India.
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• Golden Icon of World Peace and Human
Friendship, Galaxy Jury Award, Galaxy
International Foundation, India.
• Mahatma Gandhi Global Excellence
Award 2020, Mahatma Gandhi Global Peace
Forum, India.
• Outstanding Humanity Award, Human
Awareness Council, India
• Special Award for Leadership,
Commitment and Dedication to the Pursuit of
Peace, Harmony, Unity and Solidarity,
Institute for Leadership and Peace,
Philippines.
• Certificate of
devotion to devotion and
care for peace and
humanity, Indonesia
soulmate organization for
peace and humanity,
Indonesia.
• International
medal for the best
character of a year 2019,
National Commission for
the change of the cultural
and sporting mission,
Morocco
• Icon of world literature, National
Academy of Arts and Culture, India
• Certificate of honor as Prize Mundail A
La Excelencia Literaria 2019-2020,
Urubamba, Cusco-Peru.
• Certificate of Creative People, IOPSH to
activate international humanitarian law for
peace, Morocco.
• Certificate of Excellence, Khidmat
Foundation, India.
Minti Gogoi
Clothing and Personality
“Clothing is a part of silent language that
communicated through the use of visual but
non-verbal symbols”-Goffman
At the very beginning of human
civilization, clothing was introduced as a
method of protecting human body against
extreme weather conditions, strong winds,
intense heat, cold and precipitation. But at
present clothes have an
immense impact on the
perception of people
around and on the
perception of the person
wearing them and it has
become an integral part of
self-realization of every
person. It is also become
important to understand
the meaning that are
conveyed through
clothing symbols in order
to present self in such a way that the desire
impression is achieved.
Clothes are now no longer just an
“external shield” and a frivolous attitude to
weathered condition or not provide only the
physical insulation from heat and cold but
they provide psychological insulation as well.
Dresses help in building self-confidence,
affects our behaviour and mannerism and
develops harmony and personality. It is a cue
to personality in that it conveys to other an
impression of what one is dose and believe.
We can say that it is a kind of mimicry through
which man expresses many of his subjective
social sentiments. The development of dress
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proceeds not only the concrete psychological
characteristics of men but it expresses the
cultural-psychological aspect of human being,
Basically, clothing is a way of nonverbal
communication with gender, ethical and
power aspects. It is a general reflection of how
individual think of himself although the
accuracy of such judgement may be altered by
faculty perception, lack of knowledge or
operation of defence mechanism. Generally
clothing provides a positive mean of satisfying
the need for self-enhancement. It can beautify
the appearance and make the physical self
more desirable, increase acceptance by the
group and prevent
rejection.
It may be source of
over admirable resulting
in increased selfesteemed,
self-respect
self-confidence and
security. Individual
personality traits are
infect influenced by the
clothes that he/she
wearer. Style of clothing
is a fundamental part in
the image of a contemporary man or a woman.
The image is constructed for various reasons
and has various manifestations. They are an
indication of caste, place, state and occupation
of the person.
Clothing is not an attribute of belonging
to a clan or to a restrained social level though
it still can tell a lot about the financial status of
a person. Clothing has been regarded as one of
the best ways to distinguish social classes,
sexes, occupation, marital status and ethnic or
religious affiliation. But in order to interpret
correctly the messages a particular set of
clothes may transmit to other; one has to be
familiar with the translation of the specific
code.
In many cases Clothes indicate our social
status and interest. Simple and elegant clothes
are hallmark of a serious personality. Clothing
norm represents the typical or accepted
manner of dressing shown by a social group.
People of well to do family prefer conspicuous
consumption of clothing to show one's social
status. The product has to be elegant, exclusive
(branded bag, jewellery etc.), or tailor made
for the consumer.
They mainly prefer two types of clothesbranded
clothes and fashionable or trendy
clothes. The branded clothes are generally
labelled by a popular,
well-known brand which,
in
addition,
communicates a certain
lifestyle and values since
brand communication
usually spreads far
beyond the phenomenon
of clothing and fashion.
They also prefer
fashionable or trendy
clothes, which are defined
as smart clothes. Wearing
clothes that are in line with the latest fashion
is a sign that the person wants to stand out
from the crowd. But everybody cannot afford
such conspicuous consumption. This gives rise
to the next phenomenon, the urge to show off
i.e. persuasive consumption. This is how
conspicuous consumption gives rise to
emulation of clothing items.
Apart from the practical functions of
wearing clothes it carries specific cultural and
social meanings. In numerous cultures, for
instance, it is bad sight to show to others parts
of the human body anatomy. Thus, clothes
serve as a method to hide some particular
areas of a person's body. Religion, customs
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and of course, particular historically
important circumstances have shaped the way
different people in various times feel about
clothing and exposure.
Today, there are many materials with
which clothes are made. A person can choose
from purchasing clothes made from natural
origin materials like cotton, pat silk, muga silk,
wool and leather, but may also select one for
the man-made fibers extensively used in
clothes manufacturing, like nylon, polyester,
Lycra and Gore-Tex. With the recent
technological developments, there is great
speculation for the direction future clothes
will take; infact the
clothing electronics
industry has started to
produce smart clothing
incorporating some some
computerised devices in
the outfit,
Right clothes are
necessary for health,
poise and self-respect. An
individual who lives
within a planned budget
is usually happier, more
contented than one who spends the money as
one earns it. It is true, our desire or wants are
unlimited. But. our needs are comparatively
few. While adjustment for needs are essential
and important in family life, catering to mere
wants is undesirable for development of
personality. There is a difference between
'wants' and 'needs'. A good clothing plan may
include clothing that fits should be
comfortable and not hinder our movements
while not looking too baggy or sloppy.
Choosing the right clothes for the right
occasion e.g. School, church, party, picnic,
work, sleep, etc. Clothes for work should suit
the type of work being done. For instance,
clothes worn in the kitchen might be different
from those worn for farm work. Symbolism in
clothing may point to the profession the
person is dedicated to. The perception of
symbols is not the same as the perception of
the whole clothing image of an individual,
because people may interpret the same
symbol differently and therefore the
understanding of the carrier of the symbol will
be completely different. For instance, a man
with a tiger on this T-shirt may seem
aggressive to one person and a Green Peace
member for another one.
A bird may be a symbol of freedom and
somebody can view it a symbol of lightmindedness.
Every
person has to be very
careful with the symbol
while visiting a foreign
country, due to the double
meaning of the symbols
that may be offending to
the culture the person is
in. The goal of every
symbol is to share
information.
Personality
development helps in the
overall development of an individual. An
individual’s style of dressing plays an
important role in enhancing his/her
personality. It is rightly said that “a man is
known by his dress and address”. An
individual’s dressing sense speaks volumes of
his character and personality. The personality,
value and culture of a person can be judged
easily from his dress.
There are different types of
personalities. Highlighting salient features of
the personality and camouflaging the figure
flaws to some extent is possible through dress.
One needs to look good for an impressive
personality. Clothes reflect who you are, how
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you feel at the moment and sometimes even
what you want to achieve in life. Improper
dressing makes person a laughing stock and
causes inferiority complex. On the other hand,
proper dresses help in building selfconfidence
which is essential for the proper
development of personality.
This affects our behaviour and
mannerism and develops harmony and
personality. As clothing affect the personality
of the wearer, wearing the right kind of clothes
can give us confidence a huge boost. What we
are like to wear it will reflect on the outside,
enhancing our personality. They say it takes
less than ten seconds to
make a first impression
and the clothes we wear
play a very significant
part in it.
The way we choose
to dress may be a
personal preference, but
it can be used to interpret
our personality. The type
of clothes we wear and
the colours we choose all
send out subliminal
messages on the type of person we are.
Additionally, many research has shown that
the way we dress not only conveys the type of
person we are but can also influence the way
we think and behaved.
Dressing appropriately is particularly
vital when it comes to your professional life.
As they say, don’t dress for the job we have but
for the job we want. However, it is important
to keep in mind that dressing correctly is not
always about how expensive our outfit is or
what brand it is.
Our personal style expression is
conveyed through the garments and
accessories you choose to wear and the way
you wear them. People wearing gaudy clothes
with loud make up are generally extroverts
and love partying. You really can make out
what sort of person an individual is by his/her
dressing. Dull colours indicate that an
individual is sad or upset whereas bright
colours not only reflect your happy state of
mind but also make the other person happy.
People who are introverts prefer light
and sober colours whereas extroverts like
bright and gaudy clothes. It is important to
wear red if we are introvert and need to get
things done but are normally too afraid to
speak up. It will make us feel bolder and we
shall be able to convey the
message in a strong voice.
Classic women like
nothing better than
timeless looks, fine
beautiful fabrics and
simple, tailored cuts in
clothing. They enjoy a
closet filled with neutral
colours, classic cuts, and
functional styles. They
tend to keep clothing for
long periods of time and
replace worn out items with a similar
replacement. The classic woman is always
appropriately dressed and carries the image of
someone who is dependable and practical.
The elegant woman is in harmony with
all things polished, perfect and understated,
Quality is high on her list of must-haves and
her self-assurance and poise are always
noticed and admired. Her preference is for
quality rather than quantity leading to a
wardrobe of beautiful fabrics and minimalist,
feminine styles. Her secret obsession can be
searching for beautiful vintage items. The
elegant woman is feminine and sophisticated
and carries the image of high social standing.
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Women who possess a natural style feel most
at home in comfortable, functional,
unpretentious styles that are free from fru fru.
Not women to get ‘all dolled up’, they prefer to
keep everything simple and natural – there are
few synthetics on this lady’s back. The elegant
woman is relaxed and laid back and carries the
image of approachable ease and openmindedness.
The feminine style personality is all
about softness, drape colour and curls. She
feels her most at home in dresses and flowy
fabrics, ruffles, lace, delicate accessories and
when she is primped and primed to perfection.
Nothing is too much
trouble or takes too much
time to get ready – she’s
the perfect princess. The
feminine woman is
ladylike, delicate and
youthful and carries the
image of innocents,
warmth, and compassion.
These women dress
to the beat of their own
drum; following any style
rule or fashion trend is
totally off their radar. From confrontational to
artsy these women are inherently talented for
putting the most unexpected items together
and carrying it off to perfection. This is the
only style personality that is almost
impossible to pull off if it does not come
naturally to you. Dresses with delicate
patterns and sober colours help in enhancing
the natural characteristics of tenderness and
feminine. On the other hand, big patterns and
straight lines go well with regular dominating
and grand personalities.
Personal body complexion is most
important while selecting colours of dress.
Some uniforms are reserved for certain
professions, which help in enhancing their
personality, e.g., wearing white coat by
doctors and black by lawyers. Distinctive
styles and colours denote gang membership.
Thus, wearing white during a western funeral
for example is highly inappropriate, while
eastern societies endorse such a colour
selection for mourning people. There are
many ways in which we can enhance our
personality by improving our dressing sense.
They are---
• We can follow our favourite celebrities
and check out their dressing styles.
• Movies and television shows tend to have
the latest fashion trends.
• Fashion
magazines also provide a
lot of information and
have numerous tips on
dressing right
• Learn about the
various fabrics and their
cuts and colours that will
suit our figure best.
• Keep our own
body structure, features,
etc. in mind before following someone
else’s style blindly. The clothes should
accentuate and complement our body
rather than make us feel uncomfortable.
Once we have decided on a personal
style we would like to follow the need to
purchase a few items of clothing that reflect
our new and enhanced personality. The most
critical aspect is not to go overboard when we
are altering our style. However, it is not always
about the type or colour of the clothes we
wear. It is also important to make sure that
your clothes are neat and tidy. It is not enough
to just select the right outfits from our
wardrobe to wear but also to iron them
properly before using them.
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Clothing is considered as a second skin of
human being. Along with the aesthetic
function it does a lot about the psychological
issue of the wearer. It is a significant factor in
determining the role and status of unknown
person as well as our personality.
Abdumominov Abdulloh
Uzbekistan
(Story)
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Thieves of time
My name is Doniyor. My neighbor
Abdullah and I have
become close friends. One
day we couldn't find any
any way to have fun. We
had no goal. We didn't
know what to do. When
we were making
something from a piece of
wood, my father suddenly
woke up. His eyes were
half open when hesaid:
“Hey, thieves of
time! Are you wasting
your time?”
I didn't understand the meaning of my
father's "time thieves" at all. I wanted to ask,
but he fell asleep.
My friend Abdullah also asked “Are we
thieves?"
When daylight came, he went into his
house. I also fell asleep from exhaustion. But I
remembered that I was late for school, so I
quickly washed my face and drank tea in a
hurry. I do not remember what I ate.. I thought
I would be late for school, but class had not yet
begun. As soon as I arrived, the teacher came
in. We all greeted the teacher with respect
“My dear students! I am overjoyed to see
you. My joy is boundless.“
Just as our teacher was explaining the
subject to us, one of my classmates came in
and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry I'm late today."
“Doniyor, don't be late anymore., the
teacher said.“This time I forgive you, but next
time I will punish you.”
“Dear students, ” the teacher said, “you
must build a new Uzbekistan, and at the same
time justify the trust of your parents, ready to
give their lives for you. If you become famous,
I will be proud to say on the street that I taught
this student, “ shesaid.
These words of my
teacher had a special
effect on me and
increased my selfconfidence.
Various
whispers began in the
classroom.
"Will you come to
my birthday tomorrow?" I
heard also those words. It
was clear that our teacher
also heard these words.
"Time thieves, " said the teacherHer
sharp gaze at the students was marked by
regret. "Thieves of time".
I had heard these words from my father
while I was playing with my friend. That's why
I was not surprised to hear them. My
classmates were stunned.
Doniyor, trembled with fear, as if I, his
friend Abdullah, , had committed a crime.
“Doniyor, why are you trembling?” the
teacher asked.
“You called us thieves, didn't you? After
all, aren't those who steal punished?“
“Time thieves are punished by time
itself. By doing so, you are hurting yourself. “
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the teacher said.
“Teacher, I do not understand the
meaning of this sentence at all. Please tell us
about the theft of time.”
“Usually, those who steal are punished, ”
said the teacher. “Time thieves are no
exception. True, the thief of time is not
punished. He is not even accountable before
the law. But wasting your time now is
tantamount to stealing your time, your future.
If you spend all your time in science, you will
save time and become a mature person in the
future.
Ohh, my friend Abdullah and I are the
thieves of our future.
Doniyor thought. These
words of the teacher
inspired Doniyorm andat
that moment, he realized
what a "time thief" was.
He even came to our
house in a hurry: “Anvar,
are you there? Starting
today, I can say that I
understand the value of
time.
“Yes, Abdullah, you understand, now we
are not stealing our time, we are just following
the path of knowledge. In the future, we will be
among the mature people mentioned by my
teacher. I agree with you. Don't waste your
time! I will always remember that it is a
trophy!
New year magic
This New Year we did not have a
Christmas tree. Friends were supposed to
come to my party. But we couldn't buy a real
Christmas tree a thorny, scent, fluffy beauty.
When my mother left for work, I asked her to
buy garlands and toys to somehow decorate
the rooril.
I have been preparing for the New Year
for a long time. My parents knew and allowed
me to call my friends. But we were at odds
with my best friend - Anvar. And I was not
going to put up with him. On the contrary, I
wanted to take revenge on him this year.
Although, dad always told me: «Do not dig a
hole for another — you can fall into it
yourself)).
And he warned that Santa does not
present gifts to bad children. But I didn't care,
I was very angry with Anvar and did not want
to forgive him. In the afternoon we met with a
former friend. He started
talking first: «Let's put up,
because soon the New
Year. All quarrels must be
left in the past. Let's make
a snowman together and
call it Friendship». I
decided not to continue
the war and make peace
with a friend: «Come to
me tomorrow for the New
Year party. It will be fun.
Only we will not have a
Christmas tree - we did not have time to buy
it)). When I was saying that to Anvar, I saw my
mother walking home and carrying a big
beautiful fluffy tree in her hands! I was so
staring at her that I even fell. It was such a big
cool suprise!
Probably, they say the truth that New
Year should be celebrated with friends, in a
good mood and without bad thoughts. Then all
wishes will come true and the whole year will
be good. I had a great New Year party with my
best friends and nice family! I am sure that this
year will be happy and successful for everyone
and for me! Happy New Year to everybody!
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Santosh Kumar Biswa
Bhutan
Peace- our responsibility - (a
short note)
The moment we think about peace, we
actually are thinking about bringing oneself
into peace through the transmutation of our
own behavior, character, and the way we
represent ourselves to the world. It is after we
change, we act to elevate it to the world at
large. Hence, self-reflection and selfrectification
is necessary
before we put in our
actions for peace. The
people around us will be
watching us at all times
and we should give them,
through our legislation,
the objectives we have in
our minds.
Why is there war on
the face of the earth? Why
do people want to
obliterate each other just for their own good?
It is all because they are desirous, hungry for
power and position, and they want to remain
concentrated on the world. Is that what it's all
about? Do we learn from our religion to hate
people and to kill? No, religion doesn't because
we entirely know it well. Where are we
missing? What went amiss? And what is my
role in this world to restore it a peaceful place
to live? should be our concern and of course to
make meaning out of life.
not. So the question like, "Who created them to
be bad?" ought to be our concern. It is us,
because we have not succeeded in giving them
a better education and better life values.
Such people do not value humanity
because having power in their hands, they
have not realized the pain and experience it
brings. It is difficult to change these people
because their hearts had already become like
a rock that is hard. Thus, we should stop
creating such people.
Those who are in
this mission should
therefore transform
themselves first and then
their families by making
life worth living so that
what they see and hear
does not alter them, but
that they become the
strong lover of peace.
Every person in this
world has their role to
play, the role of transforming people to peace
and the role of educating people to peace that
the coming generation may live peacefully,
free from chaos and hatred because they are
our children and grandchildren.
Let us strive, work for good cause and
never yield
Education has not changed them as a
result of influences in their lives of others who
are wicked. Are we born vicious? No, I guess
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James Patterson
The Last Days of John Lennon
Synopsis
history.
The greatest true-crime story in music
A GLOBAL SUPERSTAR
In the summer of 1980, ten years after
the break-up of the Beatles, John Lennon
signed with a new label, ready to record new
music for the first time in
years. Everyone was
awestruck when Lennon
dashed off '(Just Like)
Starting Over'. Lennon
was back in peak form,
with his best songwriting
since 'Imagine'.
A
OBSESSED FAN
DANGEROUSLY
In the years after
Lennon left the Beatles, becoming a solo artist
and making a life with Yoko Ono in New York
City, Mark David Chapman had become fixated
on murdering his former hero. He was
convinced that Lennon had squandered his
talent and betrayed his fans. In December
1980, Chapman boarded a flight from Hawaii
to New York with a handgun stowed in his
luggage. He was never going home again.
WORLD
A MURDER THAT STUNNED THE
Enriched by exclusive interviews with
Lennon's friends and associates, including
Paul McCartney, The Last Days of John Lennon
is a true-crime drama about two men who
changed history. One whose indelible songs
enliven our world to this day, and the other
who ended the music with five pulls of a
trigger.
Charlotte Walker
The Unicorn Synopsis
A fast moving political action thriller that
keeps on giving. ‘The Unicorn’ by Tony Salter
reintroduces readers to
MI5 agent Nadia as she
continues her hunt for an
elusive
criminal
mastermind Ibrahim
Abdel Hak, a.k.a The
Unicorn, a dangerous man
who seems to have all the
substance of smoke and
leaves destruction in his
path whenever he
appears.
The opening of ‘The Unicorn’ is written
so well that it can be read as a standalone, as
the reader is quickly and seamlessly up to date
on Nadia’s story and her past involvement
with The Unicorn. However, after reading this
story I’m sure you’ll be enticed to go back and
read Salter’s earlier book ‘Sixty Minutes’
anyway. I was drawn in by the main character,
Nadia, her strength and work as an MI5 agent
as well as her earnest attempts to have some
semblance of a normal life outside of the office.
I enjoyed the ‘will they, won’t they’
tension between Nadia and Ed and I’m eagerly
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awaiting a next book for any further
developments between these two characters.
‘The Unicorn’ kept me hooked and reading
much later than I should have. When you think
that the action is over, there’s room from
something new to crop up or a new twist in the
tale. A gripping intelligence based thriller with
a strong and likable female character and a
plot with plenty of twists and turns and action.
A great read and I look forward to the next one.
Ibrahim Abdel Hak is the Unicorn. Lost in
the mists and shadows of
urban legend, he waits
and builds his plans in the
cold darkness. Each time
Ibrahim attacks, he leaves
a trail of very real death
and destruction in his
wake. The world’s
intelligence services
know he is planning the
worst atrocity yet. They
know it will be soon. But
they have no idea where or when the Unicorn
will strike.
Nadia Laroche is an MI5 field agent. Still
recovering from injuries sustained during The
Unicorn's bombing of the National History
Museum, she has her own reasons to want to
stop him. She was too late before. Can she find
him and stop him this time ... before it's too
late.
LaVan Robinson
Existential sands
In the sands and annals of time, we leave
a recording of our existence and validity from
the legacy we leave behind. Through every
storm, trial and tribulation, we encounter and
prevail successfully through, the more your
nature is strengthened by the awakening of
the souls true purpose.
The divine synchronization of the
spiritual, mental and physical expression is a
perfect collaboration of
that beautiful essence
rooted deep within the
surface.
So while here on the
earth’s fertile and blessed
grounds and soil. You’re
be very grateful that for
love and its wonderful
principles, you have sown
with much persistence,
sweat and tears and
happily toiled.
As you tend to the gardens of your life
with much anticipation of the vast
expectations you have met, you will leave a
positive blueprint for success by the footsteps
so others too can follow that you have left.
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Imdadul Islam
India
Let’s realise what we need
Compassion begets compassion,
Cordial greetings highly amuse,
Malevolence begets destruction,
Let's think what we should choose.
You're the shutterbug!
Always wait for the sun
I seek a sarcophagus art.
You're the mummy of art
I long to etch out on a pot.
You're the serene shoot
I seek to plant in my life.
Parimal Shekhar
Our selflessness builds the society,
Sympathy breaks mind's bondage,
Antipathy produces lack of solidarity,
Let's think what we
should choose.
Friendship produces amity,
Well conduct makes
others pleasing,
Hatred spreads antipathy,
Let's think what we
should choose.
Fraternity makes unity,
Assistance makes well bond,
Bigotry destroyes a society,
Let's realise what we've
the real need.
Basudev Paul
India
The Pleasure Pain
India
It is my simplicity.
I do not hate
Accept all
Without care
Down or fall.
Brighter
My affected mind
Like a mirror
Can reflect clearly
Who comes nearer.
The rays that fall on
Straight or curve
The few refract
I can't serve .
I like all of them
Forgetting quality
It is my habit
You're the oozing rain
I want to get smeared.
You're the pleasure pain
All over the sepulchre!
The fitchew tranced me
Like a boozed bloke out.
Wallow in the bubbles
I believe in humanity
And in peace;
Dislike war
That brings finish
Sometimes feel
My inner light,
Which is brighter
In my sight.
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