Saturday, 26 September 2015

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Poetic glance
BY
POETESS MAAYA DEV
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Sometimes…

You flash in front

Of my creative eyes

Forcing me to look at you

With surprised gazes

Sometimes….

I immerse in your

Beautiful thoughts

And miss to grab you

From my poetic glance

Sometimes….

I try to pluck

To knit a beautiful poem,

But often fails to bring

Your authentic beauty in it

Oh my words…

You stand in distant

Wobbling and trembling

In a state of stable muteness

The versatile alphabets torn asunder

A heart beat skipped in volatile shadow

By

Maaya Dev
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POET'S PEN
Williamsji Maveli writes..
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Poetry is an art of scribbling, reading and also reciting, overall entertaining like any other form of literary art of the human language which are being used for its aesthetic qualities in addition to, or instead of its imaginary and semantic content. 
Generally, it consists of verbal or literary oriented writing works in which language is commonly used in a manner that is felt by its own authors and to the audience or reader to differ from prose.
In poetry, more than in other forms of art of writing, there is an approach that you must wait for inspiration to hit. This seems to be true particularly among beginners, but I have seen this leaning in those who have been writing poetry for years as well. I believe that there are two problems with this attitude. The first is that you can wait a very long time for inspiration to strike. The second is that when it does strike, it is likely to come from your subconscious.
One of the ways to get around the dilemma of waiting is to put yourself in a poetry frame of mind, which can be as easy to do as reading poetry that you like, or sometimes poetry you don't like. Keeping a varied poetry library increases the chances that you will find something to motivate, sometimes inspiration comes from just one phrase and sometimes it is the whole idea. Occasionally I am inspired by the rhythm of the language.
Reading poetry expands poetry horizons. You see many things that poetry can be written about and it breaks you out of your shell of thought. It also increases the myriad of images and ideas in your subconscious. The number of people who write poetry but don't read it is astounding, and you can usually tell who they are when you read their work.
Poetess Maaya Dev’s poems are marvelous, hence invites applause from her most valuable readers. Perhaps the most significant element of her verses can be summarized as implied meaning and internal flow of rhythm. Please accept my congratulations for releasing such a beautiful anthology of your recent verses.

 About Poetess Maaya Dev
Maaya Dev is an Indian based poetess and an economics graduate from Calicut University, Kerala. She is a word smith wearing multi feathered cap. Her poems have found place in several national and international anthologies and journals like Episteme, Criterion, Anthesis, Eternal, Wings, Forever, Change , The Significant Anthology, Aquillerlle Wall of Poetry Book 5. She is a contributor at many sites like Muse India, Boloji, Learning & Creativity, Cafe Dinsensus, Rate My Literature, Saliz Magazine and many reputed many literary sites. She handles a monthly poetry column ‘Tossed Pebbles’ at B’khush an ezine. She is also conferred with Faith Centred Poet, Poet of the Month, Monthly and Bi Monthly Critic Awards at ICOP: ROLL of Honour at Destiny Poets UK( An International Community of Poets).Her debut anthology Shimmering Chimes got published by Authorspress Delhi, in September 2015. 
She blogs at maayas-musing.blogspot.in.
Courtesy to Hello Poetry 



 Honorable Poetess Maaya Dev
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Malayalam Translation (Draft only)
 Note:
Selected Poems of Maaya Dev will be translated to Malayalam shortly by Williamsji Maveli, The above is only a scribbled version, this will be posted with graphics and Malayalam DTP fonts 
Copyright to Poetess Maaya Dev
 

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

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Soldiers

POETESS JASMYN DAY

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iron fists
with golden hearts
hands that trigger
the gun
legs that run
hold steadfast
and strong
Soldiers-
brothers in arms
afraid and brave
in one
their lives not theirs
but another's to sacrifice
Soldiers-
iron fists
with golden hearts
a gun does not make
my soldier
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BY
POETESS JASMYN DAY

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Found

 POETESS JASMYN DAY

There was a time,
when my people covered this land
the mountains, hills and rivers;
free as the sea
now, these places are only a memory
now, we have nothing to lose,
and nothing to gain
Your skin is not my skin,
your God not my God;
how then can we be brothers?
sacred be their resting place,
and hallowed be their grave;
the pale faces on a stone
mine dwelling, unforgotten,
white man will never be alone
for the dead are not powerless
Day and Night cannot dwell together,
how then can we be brothers?
our destiny reigns with the Great spirit,
your destiny reigns with your God;
Tribe follows Tribe,
Nation follows Nation
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BY
POETESS JASMYN





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 I WAS



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I breathed and I lived
I stepped and I grew
I cried and I grieved
I loved and I lost
I broke and I was lifted
I lived and I died
I was  
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BY
POETESS JASMYN DAY 
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NOTE
The above short poem will be translated to Malayalam language by Poet 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI shortly

Monday, 21 September 2015

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Silent Music

Pink lotus dances around
on misty tides
Lazy fireflies
shine their light on the stage,
music only the night
can hear
Vines of musky jasmine
ripple waters
of time
The widowed spider
spins her silky web
music only the night
can hear


  By

Poetess Jasmyn 


About Poetess Jasmyn Day

I'm 20 years old and have lived on the central coast my whole life. I fell in love with poetry when I was in middle school, and we were studying poetry. My first ever poem was titled Lucy and is still my favorite to date. I hope to one day have my poetry published into a book of my own. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe, and my favorite author is Stephen King; both of which produce beautiful works of literature with an intriguing dark side to them.
My facebook page url: 
https://www.facebook.com/jasmyn.day

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A Promise

POETESS JASMYN

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Make your memories

and hold them tight,

for when you die

they will all take flight

no one knows for sure

where your spirit will go,

truth be told

you might never know

for there are many stories,

both old and new

that tell of a demise

so true and so new;

so say your prayers

and be thankful each day

for when it comes,

it will be Judgement day
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BY
POETESS JASMYN
copyright@poetess Jasmyn
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NOTE
All poems written in English by above Poetess Jasmyn will be
translated to Malayalam language
 and will be posted, shared 
in this page  
by
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI 
with the kind permission granted by Honorable Poetess Jasmyn
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Thursday, 30 July 2015

POETRY ICONS: POETESS LAGNA PANY'S PAGE: 4

I am formless



Let me see the sunshine
Reflect the smile
Of iridescent iris,
In the colors of earth;
then I can rest in peace
Let me see the world
and its various elements
in crevices of your tonsils, and
the sounds of motion;
I can then, rest in peace
Till then-
I am an Ashariri (formless)
I cannot rest
I cannot be at peace
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BY
POETESS LAGNA PANY

NOTE:
The above poem will be translated to Malayalam by Williamsji Maveli shortly in this page itself - 
Thanks & Regards, 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 

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Hopes...



Your kiss as tender
as the wounds of fate
coiled around and under
and beyond the hopes-
they say do not exist,
neither do I;
You cuddle, and touch me;
my breasts tingle, painfully
the way it had,
years ago
when a guileless child
had lived his life.
I look into those eyes
Ah! Those narrations
and phrases,
written in cursive
on a grey, endless slate.
Can I touch those words!

BY
POETESS LAGNA PANY

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Let me see the sunshine
Reflect the smile
Of iridescent iris,
In the colors of earth;
then I can rest in peace
Let me see the world
and its various elements
in crevices of your tonsils, and
the sounds of motion;
I can then, rest in peace
Till then-
I am an Ashariri (formless)
I cannot rest
I cannot be at peace

Saturday, 25 July 2015

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Moved 



Moved out of my family
No..no..kicked out is better said
His stinging words ~stinking in my head
Moved out…to the end of my life
To end my life
None at my door behind
Stopping me. No kids he gave
All two decades, I washed his linen
Stinking.. Yes!!
Scorching sun above
Sucked all water ~ rivers and canals dry
Where shall I throw myself
Moved on
Destination unknown
Scared of shadows and darkness
Misty eyed..I moved on

Pages of future
Wrapped in blankness
No images.. No mirages
Emptiness touching me
From all corners
Afraid.. I moved on

My paces quickened
Ran against the wind
Into nothingness
Years of restrictions
Now, my legs ran
Jumped…danced
Yes..the freedom
I sensed
Ecstasy ~ Euphoria

Tears summed up
Over years of solitude
Flowed
Cleansing my inner being..

I moved on
© Sarada

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LITTLE GESTURE

Little gestures when one makes
Brings many hues of joy
Especially when you least expect it
Makes your heart bounce like a toy.

They are little but makes an impact
More sweeter than sweet
Gives a pleasure so special and unique
Many big acts cannot meet.
For it is done only when one cares
And not as a duty or routine
It is both giver and the receiver
Who knows the value of it and
the delight it can bring.
It might be an unexpected call
Or an early morning greeting
What is life, if not for some fun?
Routine can make life boring.
*Jhimly* ( Jolly)
25/2/2015

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A spark of misunderstanding
Fuelled by circumstances
Integrity of character shorn of semblance
Hate hoists its flag of conclusions.
The conscience -
Murmured in soft tendrils of affection
Listen, heed the whisperings of your heart
Your heart alone knows
Your heart alone guides
Your heart alone loves
Love alone soothes, heals and unites.


mridula menon.
 25.07.2015.

Friday, 24 July 2015

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Oak tree
They call me
I lead an
Ascetic life
You can see me
Meditating
In the shadows
Of the lake beside

Stretching my limbs
Reaching
The canopy of clouds

Unshaken by mighty winds
Stand mightier
I

The chirping birds
The dancing rivulet
The fluttering butterflies
Pass by me

The blushing flowers
The morning sunshine
The deadening darkness

Nothing...
Changes my mind

Unmoved..
Silent
For eons and eons
An Onlooker
Stand I....

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Poetess Sarada

Monday, 20 July 2015

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A long forgotten memory
returned within a dream
held the sleeping hands of your enemy
when the moon began to scream
you wrote my name in a puddle
watched as the ripples washed it away
Was it the beginning of your struggle?
to your ignorance you prayed
You stood fierce upon the altar
the fire made you feel alone
only shadows you have brought to the slaughter
As you wept upon the stone
Ugliness raised her head
when you stare into the mirror
with the waking light returns the sleepless dread
Your truth you slowly drew nearer
Naomi Porch 2015

Monday, 13 July 2015

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ARE MARRIAGES MADE IN HEAVEN?

Have you ever thought
Love marriages alone can thrive?
Have you ever thought
Arranged marriages are all failures?
Marriage
Be it love or otherwise
Can only bloom and blossom
If it is also a marriage of two minds
A union of two hearts
Respecting, sharing, adapting
Thus creating space for love to grow.
Marriages may be made in Heaven
If in destiny you believe
Yet, the partners in marriage
Who make it heavenly or beastly .
Everything lies within the minds
Their attitudes, their perceptions
All to be taken in its stride
Expectations sure, there will be
Disappointments close on its heels
Making an amalgam
Of your appointments
Of your disappointments
Learn to create a life
Firm on the founadation of love,
Of sharing and understanding.
mridula menon. 13.07.2015.

Sunday, 12 July 2015

POETRY ICONS: POETESS MOU SIRCAR'S PAGE: PAGE 1


SLUMBER





BY
POETESS MOU SIRCAR

I woke up from my slumber,
With a smiling heart and face,
My mind is still brimming fresh,
With previous night's frivolous foolishness!
Arms across each other,
And Loosely latched up legs,
We slept together threesome,
Like a sea shell with a precious lil' pearl within!
The small limbs sometimes,
Falling on Your face like a tight slap...
Sometimes they hug Me so tight,
That I feel like a Beetelnut in a nutcracker to be cracked !
Little legs go on playing left and right... Till they find a proper crevice,
Landing on chest or tummy with a thump or thud,
It brings us back from our sleep with a uhh-ahh and ouch!
The small head at last... when is finally asleep,
The body slumps slowly like an empty rucksack and breaths a heavy sigh!
The baby smell still lingers in her tiny frame,
The silken hair feels feathery as it nudges to find right space,
Contently I let her sleep so that I can be near,
That time I feel so lucky and loved knowing... she's still all mine!
(C) Mou
COPYRIGHT TO 
POETESS MOU SIRCAR

NOTE:
This poem will be translated to Malayalam language shortly by 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Saturday, 11 July 2015

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LIFE......OUR LIVES.
Life becomes meaningful
When the world attains a countenance
Peaceful and harmonious.
When in our lives, love pervades
And hatred recedes.
When compassion abounds
And violence shatters.
When contentment flows
And greed crumbles .
When law and order reigns
And poverty wanes.
When justice triumphs
And honesty and integrity win.
When women and children
Are protected and cherished .
When humaneness
Becomes the crowning glory
That sustains us , our lives.
True… then we find God
Within ourselves
And all is well in our lives.
mridula menon. 08.07.2015.

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I often wish I had a tail
I'd wag it when I'm glad
I'd fan you when it's really hot
and ensure you're never sad
I'd wave it back
I'd wave it forth
To swat away the flies
I'd wave it under cupboards too
To bring out hidden mice
And if it ever starts to ache
I'd rest it 'tween my legs
Lie down for a very short break
And dream of scrambled eggs
But no - I think I need no tail
A tail would reveal too
'twould wag so hard when you come near
you'd know I so love you
Elizabeth Kuriakose
9th July 2015

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BY
POETESS VINEETHA MEKKOTH

There’s an ice-cold chill
at the bottom of
the pit
threatening
to scale up
and spread out
engulfing
swallowing
warmth
light
threatening
to spread
darkness
(comfort)?
To drown
to let
the claws
takeover
to be torn
apart
to be
nothing
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BY
Vineetha Mekkoth
All rights reserved
NOTE:
This poem will be translated to Malayalam language shortly by   WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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 WRITTEN BY
POETESS ELLEN SANTIAGO

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Heroin

Spiders crawl from empty eyelids
The venom in your veins,
releases the pain
The hero you turn to
dead, a lifeless soul
Bury your burdens
Behind brick walls
The flame of the candle only burns for so long

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ON A GALLANT RIDE
On a chivalrous journey he took her
For a ride over the mountains and river valleys
To show a world of Love she never knew
To show her the glamour and glories.

In an awkward spill of mental display
They both held their grounds
She with her fragile and cheerful innocence
He with his knightly gallant self perched.
Rosy red were her blushes
As he swept her off her feet
And placed her on the horse of dreams
As they both rode ascending doubtless breams.
Like a gypsy without a moment to lose
Taking the world for a magic carpet
Imparting a polished glaze of thriving joy
Leaving behind the glooms and marching ahead.
*Jhimly*
10/7/2015
Copyright : Jhimly.

Thursday, 9 July 2015

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ESSENCE

I shall perish, I shall fade
But not before I bring that sparkling glow
Not before your smiles I see flow
Not before I place in your eyes my love’s essence
Not before I .........

You can go as far as you wish
You can ignore every foot prints, if you please
And run perhaps will you from
Every mirror that shows my glimpse.
But can you??
Not before I place in your eyes my love’s essence
Not before I .........
There’s a river down the freeway
You can take a dip anyway
But can your soul quench its thirst
Can it feel the jest and make merry like a lark?
You ask, “Who are you? Forget I shall soon”
But can you?
Not before I place in your eyes my love’s essence
Not before I .........
You have seen perhaps every glory, every dream
Every step you took to succeed
Yet, you know there’s a void which remains to be filled.
You know there’s darkness, you fight everyday to live
But can you?
Not before I place in your eyes my loves essence
Not before I .........
*Jhimly*
Copyright :Jhimly

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Sprinkles .....



Early morning sprinkles the dear droplets,

At time slow and other moment raises,


Forbidding me for the morning stroll and indicating to lie in bedroll,


The naughty drops arouses my spirit,


And the strong desire to refresh by the shower's credit,


With a thumping heart I walked out,


Along with a umbrella to protect from rain bout,


Sprinkles wet my plait, and then its slippery linen touch my gentle face'


Exhilarating current run down through my spine in a sudden pace,


The drenched ,deserted road glows with a rejuvenate and fresh look,


The morning rain re-energises me with its chill wind ,


Captivate and refreshes me with sprinkler's sting....







BY
POETESS LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

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Turning the dogeared pages
Of my life, I see
Many colourful pictures
Balloons and crackers
Cake smeared faces
Laughters and pout selfie s
Winking eyes...clasping hands
A ku-na-matata s
Ooh-la-la-laa s
Screams and giggles
Aah!!! Life at the fullest
A wave of wisdom
Envelopes me
"if I don't enjoy life to the brim
Next month,next year...or next moment
Who knows
Where I will be".........

BY
 POETESS KUCHIBHOTLA SARADA

© sk.6/7/15

Sunday, 5 July 2015

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STANDING ON THE GROUND
POETESS JOLLY BHATTACHARJEE

Standing on the ground,
I see the tallest building,... gazing far
I wonder how it must be looking from the top floor.
Or how far can one dare to see or awe.

No I know it is not for me
Nor do I wish to be a part
I am satisfied with my humble being
And Am proud for living a life of a commoner.
For I know I haven’t destroyed the Nature or Living
In my Quest to get more
I know I haven't made others look small
In my pride to rise high and endure.
*Jhimly*
7/7/2015










Jolly Bhattacharjee

Friday, 3 July 2015

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HAIKU POEM
BY
POETESS SABITA DAHAL
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Rose in rain
A rich fragrance
Genetic make up



long journey
embracing eternal life
In your soul

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THE SANDS ON THE SEA SHORE.

 BY POETESS MRIDULA MENON

 

The sea enraptured me,
The waves caressed my feet
My feet i soaked
In the coolness of the gentle waves.

When the waves
Attained a fierceness
That frightened me
I ran ashore.
The sands on the sea shore
Told me a story
Most pathetic
Of their lives.
You, ever so soft with the waves
Run to me, the sand,
When the waves turn strong and unbearable
Trample me with your feet
Your sandals hitting me hard
I writhe in pain and disgust
Still i never protest.
And accept with a nonchalance
My fate, ever so obnoxious
For ever to be despised and stamped
Never a kind word nor gesture
Never a touch neither soft nor mellow
Always harsh , strong , rigid and stiff..
No wonder ...i came from the rock
That remains powerful and mighty
Against all odds in life.
mridula menon. 02.07.2015.