Pilgrim On A Journey (Poem in Tribute to Prof. Stephen Hawking) / Poem by Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo

Poem by Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo
 
 
Pilgrim On A Journey
(Poem in Tribute to Prof. Stephen Hawking)
 
I.
I am a pilgrim on a mission’s journey
my life is an open book to everyone I meet
the end I still can’t see for my tavern
is hidden in a deserted place only embedded in my mystic dreams.
 
II.
From each road I traversed on
I met extraordinary people from an ordinary world we inhabit
a vagabond touched my life with his stories of life’s bitter-sweet scenes
a lonely soul pierced my heart for the longing to find himself
in a whirlwind of maze-like obscurities on his every path….
 
III.
The question is always the same, “where is my place in this world?”
where can I finally find myself for I have been lost a dozen of lifetimes before
with the cyclical reincarnation of my perturbed soul
Can you please tell me where is my true home?
 
Your true home is a place where your dreams turn into reality
Where heaven and earth meet at the far, distant horizon
When you follow the voice of the Almighty
He can show you the way with each of your life’s journey.
 
You will never be lost again on a road less traveled
For when realization sets in, you’ll just keep on rememberin’
He was the One who has been there for you
Your fears and doubts will leave the fortress of your heart
If only you know the one who you can turn to.
 
IV.
People come, people go as you journey in life, it’s inevitable sometimes one has to go
Just like the changing seasons, each person can enter your life and take you to another realm
Spring showers you with beauteous blossoms and Fall lets leaves kiss the ground
what matters is in every chance encounter, your life made a turn-around…
 
V.
In your journey through life as you meet different people along your path
You can either teach them and touch their lives like no one ever did before
Or you could be the one to learn lessons that will be left embedded in your heart
But goodbye is inevitable like the chapters of a book, the time comes when things have to end…
 
Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo Copyright 2014, Philippines

Poems by Pavol JANIK

Poems by Pavol JANIK     For You   I’m illegally drunk forever. Until today you’ve stopped my breathing with desire at the most inappropriate moments. You explode within me like an export explosive freeing the energy of fruit pips. … Continue reading

A night of a stray cat crying – Poem by Sungrea Han / Translation by Jaehyung Park

Poem by Sungrea Han
 
 
A night of a stray cat crying
 
A stray cat cries. Stray cats flock together and cry. They swallow each infant’s soul and raise his voice. A hungry kitten cries, steals food, fights against rivals in love, and sex with his love. Every single act is summarized in cries. Sadly, sadly, it sounds pitiful, pathetic and sometimes even beautiful.
 
There is a reason why babies suddenly cry in the middle of the night. The struggle not to lose the soul to something, and sometimes the earth’s magnetic field fluctuates, even the slow movement of the earth’s lower mantle is exerting force. It’s the struggle against all the forces of the world.
 
My mother, who is almost 90 years old, never puts mushrooms in her mouth. She can’t chew on the mushy mushrooms, saying they are like the flesh of babies. As a child, when she followed her grandmother to the next village, she used to pass by a large guardian tree of the town. And she saw the dead body of a baby hung from the tree dripped with rotten water. In that southern part of the custom of hanging a child from a tall tree without burying it on the ground so that the baby would not be eaten by wild beasts like wolves, the fat mushrooms were said to have been everywhere under the guardian tree.
 
A flock of stray cats cries in the middle of the night. One by one swallows the spirit of a baby who has passed away in a hurry, and the pure soul makes the cry of a baby that must have cried like that. The soul cries with an old mouth that knows everything, not with a metaphor.
 
Translation by Jaehyung Park

Poezi nga Hana Xhihani

Poezi nga Hana Xhihani
 
 
NË ËNDRRËN E NJË DIMRI
 
Dremiste ëndrra n’atë natë dimri
kur, befas, erdhe të më takoje ti,
me fytyrën tënde ngjyrë paqeje
nga shqisat pa dashje binte shi.
 
Duke zbrazur kujtimet e tua,
përqafimet mbushnin atë natë,
malli në kopshtin e ëndrrave
qetësisht shfaqej si guri zhadë.
 
Puthjet e ëmbla mbi qepallë
skaliteshin si poezi e shkruar,
orës akrepat «ia shkula» pa fjalë,
kjo ëndërr mos kish të mbaruar.
 
 
 
***
 
Do të doja një dozë mrekullie,
Të bëhesha një hije, pa emër,
Të ndiqja një frymëz dashurie,
Ta përqafoja, t’i thosha: Zemër!
 
 
 
***
 
E magjishme këmisha jote e hollë, letër.
Butësia e saj nostalgji pa pendime,
Rrethuar në dantellë si një poemë e vjetër,
Mbërthen me kopsë plot ëndrra, vegime…
 
 
 
NJË SIRENË
 
Një sirenë në kërthizë të detit
Petale puthjesh derdhte ëmbëlsisht
Trupi i saj gjysmë i zhveshur
Dallgët digjte çmendurisht.
Edhe qielli me buzë ëndrre
Seç ia puthte flokt’ e artë
Sytë e saj si gjysmë hëne
Me vështrimin hedhur larg.
Edhe dielli i dashuruar
Zjarr ia djeg gjinjtë me majë
Të sajat rreze, përmalluar
Shpojnë thellë sytë e saj.
Edhe toka buzëplasur
E sheh shtangur përmbi valë
Thërmoqet si në mokër të zbrazët
Bozhure kthehet dalëngadalë.

Damyantee Devi Dabydeen’s ‘Songs Of My Soul’: Towards the Path of Spiritual Enlightenment / Book Review by Manab Manik

Songs of My Soul: A Collection of Selected Mantras, Bhajans, Philosophy and Teachings from the Golden Ages Paperback – January 1, 2019 Paperback: 450 pages Publisher: Authorspress (2019) ISBN-10: 938833261X ISBN-13: 978-9388332613 ASIN: B07NSZQCDH Damyantee Devi Dabydeen’s ‘Songs Of My … Continue reading