Poem by Munir Mezyed

Poem by Munir Mezyed   *** A beautiful charming woman looking like the ode Hides her breast in the river of nostalgia Dreaming a watery dream Her imagination carried by the rain droplets Flies over the unseen   اِمْرَأَةٌ حَسْنَاءُ … Continue reading

Slipping Away / Poem by Deepti Gupta

Poem by Deepti Gupta

Slipping Away

Why does happiness slip away
Why does joy elude me
Probably my heart is full of sin
It is full of passions
full of obsessions
It is stuffed with fears
It is full of futile desires
full of greed and jealousy
When there is
No free place, no space at all
how can happiness come & settle
in my heart, how can joy come
and embrace my heart !
I am the only reason of their slipping away
When the inner space is full of garbage
how can nice things come in
and occupy the inner me
I have to get my heart rid of all the filth
to make place for happiness
to welcome joy & peace
to store the tranquillity
Then, I hope they won’t slip away
When my innerself would store an ocean of
happiness, joy, peace and tranquillity !!

My poetic gift to my dear Agron Shele on the occasion of our grand cultural festival ‘Deepawali’….

Агрон Шеле : Остались там мои мечты” / Перевод Татьяны Теребиновой

Агрон Шеле 

Остались там мои мечты” 

Остались там мои мечты,
где белый айсберг сияет в океане,
где мысль летит за видимый предел,
и приглашают в путь другие небеса.

Остались там мои мечты,
где аромат ночной и блещут звёзды в небе,
где буйство чувств мне сотрясает душу,
и магия пронизывает тело.

Остались там мои мечты,
где зорь неяркое сияние печалит,
и осень робкая желает воскресать,
и …с каплями дождя сверкает грусть.

Остались там мои мечты,
когда на радуге-дуге цвета играют,
и белый день летит, надежду возрождая,
и отболели мятежные пути.

Остались там мои мечты.
И чувства горькие пришли к покою,
ушла печаль, как дым, и светят небеса;
чиста и трепетна теперь моя душа.


Перевод Татьяны Теребиновой

If He Could Follow (Roundel Poem) / Poem by Leonard Dabydeen


Leonard Dabydeen, Guyanese-Canadian poet and member of The Society of Classical Poets (USA); Life Member of MetVerse Muse (India); member of Muse India Journal; member of Muse-Pie Press (Shot Glass Journal and Fib Review), contributor to Gandhi Way Newsletter (UK), https://english.pratilipi.com/leonard-dabydeen/, SETU bilingual literary journal (USA); OUR POETRY ARCHIVE, A monthly web journal; Galaktika Poetike “ATUNIS” blog; blog: https://ldabydeen.wordpress.com/ .
Free-lance writer and book reviewer; author of Watching You, A Collection of Tetractys Poems (2012), and Searching For You, A Collection of Tetractys and Fibonacci Poems (2015).
If He Could Follow
(Roundel Poem)
If he could follow light in the tunnel,
Where darkness holds the key to his freedom,
Would he not so gather his courage spell,
If he could follow?
Or would he sit, be grumpy like a bum,
Not making any effort, no spinel,
Only fostering lame excuse with rum.
Freedom has its price, darkness must he quell,
And like Athena, be ready to drum
This fire of courage to whip Jezebel,
If he could follow.