Month: December 2015

Poems by Abin Chakraborty

 Love in the Time of Terror   Your visage as the snow of Kashmir Beckons my heart in exile. And words as waves on Jhelum and its turns Ripple on the burnt apple-orchards of soul. And each of your steps now weave, Gold-fire patterns on shawls That so far have cloaked all my sins.   So loosen your maple-autumn hair As I whirl as a dervish in trance And chant a new sama to your eyes.   Between us an LOC of vows And specters of Kalashnikov-laws.   But no brittle fatwa will cleanse your face From shrines within mind’s hallowed caves.   And I Majboor will sing to your fame Through valleys of saffron and pine.     Murmurs of Loss   Silence as ashes are heaped All around ruins of your house, Where ghazals from the soirées of past Float as if snowflakes in last season’s air Warbled with Dal’s sullen streams.   The last cars pass on Zero Bridge in dark Where filigree of frost has arrayed our tears In paisleys of forgotten lores.   Can reinforced bunkers now curb The zikr of love in our souls?   But your loss has no address in time Where heart’s mad letters might reach.   And I Majboor, with abdicated strings Still sing of spring in my dreams.   The Voice of the Beloved   Away within tents...

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Born Sick by Shafinur Shafin

Born Sick   I didn’t see how the fighter fish killed other fishes and ate them up in the aquarium. There was a pencil sketch of three fishes on the wall. A fish among those came out successfully from the whirling motion.   It was all about Ajanta circus’s acrobat who walks on the rope.   It was all about the Harkata Gali girl sat in front of a door putting headphone in ear.   While I was walking along with people, I was so curious to listen which song that girl was playing!   Most nice things about someone are his or her guise! So when you praise someone saying “you are so nice!” That means you are fine with pretending!   You might be curious about the sexual preference! Isn’t it so personal to talk about? You must know, there are people- straight, gay, lesbo, bi and don’t forget about the asexuals. Remember, they are the real lonely minority but they exist in your world of obsession!   Fishes don’t need to take shower. No need of water for them even…   About the Poet Shafinur Shafin, Bangladeshi poet and...

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Poems by Adyasha Das

Thoughts of Sky   My constant companion, you azure sky Teaching me the mantra of life A parikrama of  the journey on earth Through endless trials and tribulations To merge with the dust in the end With you as my shroud  forever.   The crystalline clear morning ,adorned with latticed gold rays Your unforgiving visage in the heat of the noon Tenderness of honeysuckle on dusky evenings Starlit nights and asphalt darkness at times All your moods, just like life   Rain comes some days and touches us both Cleansing the soul to look at you anew Something which I forget to do In the hustle and  bustle of life Though you unfailingly remain my alter-ego   When all is pain and misery, death and destruction You remain royally aloof Gentleness dripping in sheets of blue Hope in the fiery orange of dawn Multi-colored mosaic of rainbows The blush of rose in twilight   At some point in time as you change your robes I write poetry borrowing your luster Of incorruptible desires, translucent minds Every day the desire to rise up to you To find the right road in the labyrinth of life.   *Parikrama- circle     CHAMBER MUSIC   This ethereal walk inside, leaning on your love Retracing my steps into my innermost chamber The seething alcove deep in me Where the soul-searching music blows along...

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Poems by Ajise Vincent

METAMORPHOSIS III   Like a connoisseur revamping a Bard’s manuscript, Let me edit the scribbles of your he(art), the riddles of your inactions, the incoherences of your trust, with the staunch elements of love. let me modify you with metaphors of commitment, symbols of credence, punctuations of passion, till you evolve into a poem spurring forth meaning.     CONFESSIONS IV   Shield your conscience,  shield it well, before thoughts of letch   begins to flirt with the nucleus of your   exuberance.   Today, we visited Eros’ aphrodisiac temple where  Eve’s luscious apples are sold for dollars of ciphers   There, tits, curves & loins of various geometries evangelized to the hedonistic desires of  men   Lo! When our sights came across an evangelist, We held our crucifix, we knelt to pray, We uttered, “Let this cup pass us over”   But the cup never passed. Alas! We are no longer celibates.     About the Poet Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet. His poem “Song of a Progeny” was a shortlisted poem at the Korea- Nigeria Poetry feast, 2015. His works have been published in London grip magazine, Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary magazine, AfricanWriter, Indian periodical, Social Justice Poetry, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Afrikana ng, Poetry Pacific, Jalada Africa,The Poet Community,  Whispers,  Commonline Journal, Poetry Life & Times, NovelAfrique, Madswirl, Black Boy Review, Tuck Magazine and various...

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Poems by Dalton Souvato Heera

SHAHJADEE   Ooh, dear, I’d forgotten the aroma carried by a Armenian “marchandea’, and the Tuzuk bai with their longed hoofed ponytail heres over!I bet, didn’t sell them to “Chadnichak,” hadn’t made them with resin and amber. but cruel dear. ‘am hateful to you the poet…   cause I’m alone, alone alongside. and you should not mess with a habsee ghulam.   Don’t make me petite! show some dignity towards these trivial,   My AHEDEE flocks shouldn’t be flogged all through ages.   It’s time to revolt. It’s time to love.   Cause we can cry,which you can’t SHAHJADEE   I Started Writing my Poems   Taking away all the pens, pencils and hills; the old ugly Nazi said me to write.. to write a poem.   Had given a rifle, made by Yagin Stutzre044 though.. Naked it’s bayonet and the cliff,and the brim it’d, I owed some blood,cold and shabby from my heart, mining it deep and deeper I started writing my poems.   About the Poet Dalton Souvato Heera, Bangladeshi poet....

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