Dr. Fely Rose M. Nacario’s review of the book “Trouvaille”

“Trouvaille” (An International Anthology of Poems) published by Books Clinic, Chhatisgarh, India has been compiled and edited by Dr. Alok Kumar Ray, a versatile bilingual poet of the contemporary literary world. This book contains 75 English poems written by poets across nation states (each poet contributed 5 poems). Dr. Ray has translated 15 poems (one of each poet) out of them into Odia language. “Trouvaille” … Continuă să citești Dr. Fely Rose M. Nacario’s review of the book “Trouvaille”

Sibiana Mirela Antoche autoarea cărții „Fiul clipei” devenit fiul veșniciei

Mai ninge cu lumini diamantine din raze de Luceafăr peste România, dacă prin norii grei de tristeţe, în 2020, la editura „Armonii culturale” (un nume de rezonanţă) a fost publicat volumul doamnei Sibiana Mirela Antoche „FIUL CLIPEI” dedicat poetului Mihai Eminescu, devenit „FIUL VEŞNICIEI”.Peste treizeci de ani se vor împlini două secole de când Mihai Eminescu „Magul călător în stele” a coborât printre pământeni. Opera … Continuă să citești Sibiana Mirela Antoche autoarea cărții „Fiul clipei” devenit fiul veșniciei

Prietenii mei, scriitorii – Elena Armenescu – „Joc tainic” (versuri)

„Scriitorii sunt fericirea popoarele” scria d-l Iulian Bunilă. D-na Elena Armenescu, membră în U.S.R şi în M.M.P. (World Poethy Movement – Mişcarea Mondială pentru Poezie) ne oferă în versurile din poezia „Joc tainic” care dă titlul volumului de versuri publicat în anul 2011, crezul său artistic, dar şi sfaturi pentru un „modus vivendi” sub taina Marelui Demiurg.Dumneaei a publicat multe volume de poezie şi proză, … Continuă să citești Prietenii mei, scriitorii – Elena Armenescu – „Joc tainic” (versuri)

Prietenii mei, scriitorii – Girel Barbu – „Anaforisme”

Cunosc poeziile şi aforismele lui Girel Barbu de pe citatepedia.ro, unde am şi eu cartea: Reflecţii/Relfexions. Dacă eu am scris cugetări ca nişte poeme în proză, Girel Barbu aduce inovaţii acestui gen de creaţie, căci „anaforismele” sale sunt rodul unei bogate experienţe, a unei acute observaţii a realităţii, a unei înţelepciuni specifice lui, cel născut în Ţara Luanei şi scăldat de luminile speciale din aceste … Continuă să citești Prietenii mei, scriitorii – Girel Barbu – „Anaforisme”

Artur Silvestri – Cartea „Frumusețea lumii cunoscute”

„Aproape în fiecare clipă stă secretul vieţii” – Artur Silvestri Artur Silvestri, scriitor, critic literar, promotor cultural, poate fi considerat prietenul care mi-a schimbat destinul, deşi nu l-am întâlnit niciodată. Un singur mesaj electronic de la dumnealui în care mă încuraja să scriu, că aş avea ceva de spus lumii, mi-a schimbat destinul. Aceasta se întâmpla, după ce mi-a publicat în revistele înfiinţate de dumnealui … Continuă să citești Artur Silvestri – Cartea „Frumusețea lumii cunoscute”

Pragya Suman’s review of the book „I am an Iraqi Man”, by Anwer Ghani

Story of An Iraqi Man Dr. Anwer Ghani is one of the main flag bearers of a particular genre of literature that is called “Prose Poems“. He was born in “City of Hanging Garden“ Babylon in 1973. Doctor by profession and poet by passion Dr. Ghani is consultant nephrologist and still lives in Babylon along with his small family, two daughters, one son and wife. … Continuă să citești Pragya Suman’s review of the book „I am an Iraqi Man”, by Anwer Ghani

Sameer Goel’s review of the poetry collection „Musings Of A Mystic”, by Jyotirmaya Thakur

„Musings Of A Mystic” is indeed a masterpiece that takes the reader through a Mystical world. Ms. Jyotirmaya Thakur, has very beautifully laid a path to take readers on a journey into her own mystical world. A spellbinding journey in all its totality. Ms. Jyotirmaya Thakur is a renowned name in literary circles. A versatile writer, she indeed is a living legend. She has authored … Continuă să citești Sameer Goel’s review of the poetry collection „Musings Of A Mystic”, by Jyotirmaya Thakur

Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poetry collection „Rhythms of soul”, by Jyotirmaya Thakur

The renowned poetess, Mrs. Jyotirmaya Thakur, has come up with another collection from her poetic rosary, named as Rhythms of The Soul. These poems are thematically concerned with the most beautiful feeling on this Earth -“love” And when one writes genuine love poems, both heart and soul work in tandem. Naturally, the poetess has bared her heart and soul in pouring down on paper the … Continuă să citești Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poetry collection „Rhythms of soul”, by Jyotirmaya Thakur

Jyotirmaya Thakur’s review of the anthology of poems „Mahatma – The living legend

A Poetic Tribute to The Mahatma – Words from the world over… 150 years of celebrating The Mahatma with 150 poems of 150 poets. All great men – whether social reformers, great thinkers, statesmen, sages, patriots or men of letters – differ from common men only in one thing: they have the courage to dream and also work to turn that dream to reality. They … Continuă să citești Jyotirmaya Thakur’s review of the anthology of poems „Mahatma – The living legend

Jyotirmaya Thakur’s review of the anthology of poems „Voices of Humanity”

It’s indeed an honour and profound pleasure to write the foreword on „Voices of Humanity”. The subject matter is diverse, examining humanity at an individual and societal level, with an aim of providing a template for a positive mode of human existence. Poetry is seen as having a role in this positive transformation. It permeates all society in many forms, is a social force that … Continuă să citești Jyotirmaya Thakur’s review of the anthology of poems „Voices of Humanity”

Song of Sufi upon mundane plane

Pragya Suman’s review of the poetry collection „Rhythms of soul”, by Jyotirmaya Thakur I came in contact with the adorable poetess Jyotirmaya Thakur a few months before through her poem. Wading through her words at first I was struck by strange Sufism which is the core of her artist. Recently I read her poetry collection „Rhythms of soul” and it again has optimized my opinion. … Continuă să citești Song of Sufi upon mundane plane

Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „We Wear the Mask” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, … Continuă să citești Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „We Wear the Mask” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „The Rising and Setting Sun” by Jenesee Miguel

The literature round the world is replete with description of the innate beauty of the rising sun. The arrival of dawn brings into its wake a panorama of captivating colours. The nascent sun’s childlike innocence and purity impart a meaning to the purpose of life. But gradually its enticing lusture soothing to the eyes wanes and the sun transforms itself into a fiery ball emanating … Continuă să citești Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „The Rising and Setting Sun” by Jenesee Miguel

Jenesee Miguel’s review of the poem „Scattered in the breeze”, by Snigdha Agrawal

Scattered in the breeze Drunken with the breeze wafting from the Ganges stirred up old memories I had pressed down with heavy metal lids His fingers brushing my hands walked parallel to the banks singing sweet melodies of Rabinda Sangeet duets performed effortlessly. Many hours spent sitting in silence on concrete benches pregnant with unspoken words sharing paper bags of roasted peanuts tuned to each … Continuă să citești Jenesee Miguel’s review of the poem „Scattered in the breeze”, by Snigdha Agrawal

Charity Mirabel’s review of the poem „Where is Peace?”, by Tahera Mannan

Where is Peace? Each soul is shimmering with strands of fear As war sings its vicious journey In a crescendo of flying earth Destroying the human flesh An insult to body and soul Where is peace? When son stands against father When girls are raped at home When pale faces borrow colour from the rouge When childhood dies a terrible death Is it possible? To … Continuă să citești Charity Mirabel’s review of the poem „Where is Peace?”, by Tahera Mannan

Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „The Power of the Dog” by Rudyard Kipling

The Power of the Dog There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot … Continuă să citești Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „The Power of the Dog” by Rudyard Kipling

Shanti Harjani Williams’ review of the poem „Just Wonder To Think That”, by Sujata Paul

Just Wonder To Think That Just Wonder To think that If the old-age would not appear, If the youth remains at the same point for a long time, If the beauty and might wouldn’t decline with the passing time, If human beings would not have expired, What would be the consequence of the world? Where we have breath, get shelter, have food for living. Would … Continuă să citești Shanti Harjani Williams’ review of the poem „Just Wonder To Think That”, by Sujata Paul

Edmond Eko’s review of the poem „Heaven and Hell”, by John Kavanagh

Heaven and Hell As I lay upon my bed Death stood beside my door The devil had come to take me off He said, ‘forevermore.’ ‘I am going to take you with me,’ He smiled and I could tell The place where I was going Could only be to Hell I did not seem to panic There was a calming peace As I accepted in … Continuă să citești Edmond Eko’s review of the poem „Heaven and Hell”, by John Kavanagh

Shraddha S. Sahu’s review of the poem „Surprises”, by Farhana Sait

Surprises Never knew my lamp would light again, Amidst the stormy night of hurricane, Oil of love touch the wick to glow to shine, Showers resist to fall on the light divine Storms are not storms but a gust of wind, Voice echoed but words failed, Drops did not flow but strongly stood, In the eyes of thirsty souls to meet. Life teaches meaning of … Continuă să citești Shraddha S. Sahu’s review of the poem „Surprises”, by Farhana Sait

Rashmi Malapur Jaswal’s review of the poem „Let’s Duet”, by Hari Prasad S.

Let’s duet You insist a solo act, i wish a duet. „Be detached”, you impose, yet inspire me, to compose. How should we perform, and reform? What should be done, to make these contradictions undone.? Act in haste, before its too late. Time and tide never waits, decide before the music recedes. You, me, or we.? .. Author: Hari Prasad S. India © All rights reserved … Continuă să citești Rashmi Malapur Jaswal’s review of the poem „Let’s Duet”, by Hari Prasad S.

Iulia Gherghei’s review of the poem „The Unity Of Nature” by Uzma Parveen

The Unity Of Nature Alone it wanders in vain together they invade the sky the earth resounds when they shout with joy and the tears of happiness rain Alone it is tender and vulnerable together they save life of thirsty with the storm of grief they are angry their peace ends and they are irresistible Alone it walks slow and stumble together they are strong … Continuă să citești Iulia Gherghei’s review of the poem „The Unity Of Nature” by Uzma Parveen

Peace Okon’s review of the poem „Little Souls” by Tahera Mannan

Little Souls It is the start of a new day Many little souls come our way Look at tiny black ants in a line Step over them and let them be fine The bright green beetle that sits on a leaf Smile at it without any grief Wiggly worms that crawl in the grass Walk around them in a merry dance The loud frog that … Continuă să citești Peace Okon’s review of the poem „Little Souls” by Tahera Mannan

Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „Die Slowly” by Pablo Neruda

Die Slowly He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly. He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting ones „it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make … Continuă să citești Rakesh Chandra’s review of the poem „Die Slowly” by Pablo Neruda

Nitasha Mukherji’s review of the poem “Life..!!” by Monika Ajay Kaul

Life..!! Life… and un-inscribed book; and we craft stories day and night. . . Life draws strength to write… From the highs and lows, ups and downs; of the roads, each day we passed through. Life draws strength… By meeting people, known and unknown; our bonds and ties, few gables of truth and lies. Life draws strength… Often from the joy, found in the beaming … Continuă să citești Nitasha Mukherji’s review of the poem “Life..!!” by Monika Ajay Kaul

Sorina Ivan’s review of the poem „Before We Die”, by Anna Brasher

Before we Die For everything we have a plan Even… to land upon the moon… a man But somehow we don’t really try To live our lives… before we die For every day that we’re alive Can be a struggle to survive And if that’s all we see in life Then it will not be more than strife Yes Maslow had it all thought through … Continuă să citești Sorina Ivan’s review of the poem „Before We Die”, by Anna Brasher

Shanti Harjani Williams’ review of the poem „Spectrum of Vibrant Colours”, by Shraddha Sahu

Spectrum of vibrant colours Infused with imagination and I an amateur artist With no desired skill but a wish to play with hues Take my big canvas Doodle over it Some rough sketches Imperfect though still Representing the imperfect Life of common people With uncommon shades. I , an amateur poet Have no desired skill but an earnest will to tell the untold tales of … Continuă să citești Shanti Harjani Williams’ review of the poem „Spectrum of Vibrant Colours”, by Shraddha Sahu

Jenesee Miguel’s review of the poem „Red Fern Nostalgia”, by Florence Elizabeth Burwell

Red Fern Nostalgia Stepping into quite comfort surrounded by nature, unspoiled by the harsh glitz and glamour. A greeting of humbleness to warm a tired traveller of the cold, clinical reality day by day. Smell of nostalgia premating the inside taste of one’s heart and soul putting all the love into each savory morsle. The feel of home comfort that only another era can provide … Continuă să citești Jenesee Miguel’s review of the poem „Red Fern Nostalgia”, by Florence Elizabeth Burwell

Satabdi Saha’s review of the poem „We Wear the Mask”, by Paul Laurence Dunbar

We Wear the Mask We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, … Continuă să citești Satabdi Saha’s review of the poem „We Wear the Mask”, by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Edmond Eko’s review of the poem „Smile, My Sweet Little Darling” by Rakesh Chandra

Smile, my sweet little darling O, my sweet little darling, Rijwana, How little do you know That in your enrapturing smile Not only your lips But a most beautiful pair of eyes, Innocent, wide and deep Also take part-reminding me of a doe. And how little do you know That for your father, the humble owner Of sixty years of darkness and gloom, Of twelve … Continuă să citești Edmond Eko’s review of the poem „Smile, My Sweet Little Darling” by Rakesh Chandra

Nitasha Mukherji’s review of the poem “Quintessential Peace” by Vandita Dharni

Quintessential Peace When our mind is at war with the soul Each day pierces like a shaft, Knocking out wisdom to the wind; Sniffing like a bloodthirsty scavenger Robbing the mind of all emotions, Nestled in the womb of devastation, The mind a labyrinth of wired webs Waits on the grim edge of the unknown, Absolutely abandoned and alone. Signalling to the bleak sky above, … Continuă să citești Nitasha Mukherji’s review of the poem “Quintessential Peace” by Vandita Dharni

Tahera Mannan’s review of the poem „Forced conversion of body not the Minds” by Ratan Ghosh

Forced conversion of body not the Minds Being kidnapped and abducted Our inner souls moaning as alienated No hopes of roaming among the bees While being converted and seized Never had we felt the sudden approaching storms Lives might alter in such norms Lunatics soaked our virginal taste Beholding religion as beastly beasts Chanting of the moments while delighted all demons and ghosts We weep … Continuă să citești Tahera Mannan’s review of the poem „Forced conversion of body not the Minds” by Ratan Ghosh

Sabina Alia’s review of the poem „Afresh” by Rajinder Tagger

Afresh I want to go back To innocence To pure thought To childhood I want to go back When trousers sulked down the hip When teacher pulled out a whip When toffees were stolen I want to go back And scale Dad’s shouldiers And flee with sister’s cake And yell at school break I want to go back As all gods were one As jealousy … Continuă să citești Sabina Alia’s review of the poem „Afresh” by Rajinder Tagger

Vandita Dharni’s review of the poem „Sparkles in my eyes” by May Mathew Manoj

Sparkles in my eyes You’ve become the sparkles in my eyes You are in every snowflake, every raindrop You’re the radiant glow on my face The magical mist on my window pane I thank God for giving me you. You are the lyrics of my ballad The strings of my beloved guitar The chords of my favourite church organ My poetry is all about you … Continuă să citești Vandita Dharni’s review of the poem „Sparkles in my eyes” by May Mathew Manoj

Jenesee Miguel’s review of the poem „Olesya, whirling the sword”, by Luigi Albu

Olesya, whirling the Sword – In Loving memory of my grandma Anastasia – On the mountain was a Cossack, As in the old Cossack’s song, Kneeling, he was bending his back His prayer was greatly strong. On that mountain our Cossack Prayed to whom all things belong To his beloved to send him back, He couldn’t bear more to long. Olesya, whirling the sword, Smiled … Continuă să citești Jenesee Miguel’s review of the poem „Olesya, whirling the sword”, by Luigi Albu

Shanti Harjani Williams’ review of the poem „The Final Meet”, by Satabdi Saha

The Final Meet ….hours have grown my love each day passes like a hair turning grey each wrinkle crosses the face like a much trodden road in disrepair yet silky reams of bygones are still as they were and will remain, protected against ailing storms lashing our bodies, decrepit with sorrows. Yet minds have grown defeating putrid flesh like pulsating images of yesterday birthing in … Continuă să citești Shanti Harjani Williams’ review of the poem „The Final Meet”, by Satabdi Saha