Friday, July 11, 2025

Deviruma Priyatama by Muhammad Shamsul Huq Babu

 


Deviruma Priyatama

Thirty spring days have passed, yet I have not seen your beloved, magical face,


Where the familiar and unfamiliar beloved happiness of my heart is hidden.


How many days and nights have passed,

walking in groups among the stars,


Debiruma Priyatama, come to my broken little nest, my nose.


How many flowers bloom in hope, in love, in love?
Only the flowers of mourning of fallen leaves grow on my forehead.
Is the sight of a firefly shining in the light of the full moon written on my fate line,
Yet again and again, in the beauty of the desert, in the dew-soaked glow, who dreams?
You were my pursuit, flashing in the world, forgotten in the world?
All those events of mine will be written in the history of time.
Come and see me once, love me?
Nature will smile, the sky will cry, the birds will sing and rejoice.
I am waiting for hundreds of thousands of sorrows in the heart of the earth, extend your dear hand, a moment before death.
I will see you for the last time, wounded by my anger and passion.
If no one sees the waves of the river and the ocean in the apathetic fire wind, how can anyone understand?
The mountain springs dry up, yet they are tied to the arm.
When I sit in the desert, sitting quietly on the pole, and hear the sound of wailing?
I think of you alone and weave words in poetry.
In that thought torn apart by consciousness and pain, you are only you.
A scorched body of three and a half hands of soil scattered around.
Having tied a garland of prostrations, I went and left you like today.
People will say that you have become a hundred Indus in the world from a single point.


Biography

Muhammad Shamsul Huq Babu, born in Old Dhaka in 1972. He is a journalist, writer and researcher. President - Writers Publishers Editors Coalition. President - World Wide Writers Association. Chief Advisor - Nobo Sahittya Prokashoni. Publisher - International Publishing House. Advisor - English newspaper "The Daily Global Nation". Chairman - Literature Housing and Business Management LTD Company. About 40 individual books, more than two hundred joint books.


A Poem by Helen Pletts

 



A Peom

King and Queen on a Lily,
All our white cups brimming,
Sweetly-chiming at once.
We are languishing, beautiful,
in the simple bells.

Inconsequential doves,
Deep in the feather-soft,
Of the petals curve,
Even our feet and beaks curl.
One of us dresses in ruby.
One of us is pale and sleepy.
Although awake, the red blush,
Does not rush us. Time sits still,
Beside us, upright on a green stalk.

Biography

Helen Pletts is a British poet based in Cambridge, whose work has been translated into Chinese, Bangla, Greek, Vietnamese, Serbian, Korean, Arabic, and Italian. She is the English co-translator of Chinese poet Ma Yongbo.

Eternal Journey by Pamie Sandhu

 


Eternal Journey


I've woven the fabric of my life with joys and sorrows
The moments enjoyed making memories
Not looking for the lust of riches
But spending it worth for good deeds
Aging gracefully through each passing day
Reaching towards the final goals
Rejuvenating through the eternal journey so beautiful
Living in the tassels of time
Dust we are and to dust we shall return
Some dreams completed and some yet to be
Life's unending years still await
Oscillated between past and future
The truth remains that life and death walk hand in hand
Life will deceive one day for sure death will never
To live forever is not our decision
Final goodbyes are God's will.
Copyright: Parvinder Nagi


Biography

Parvinder is born and raised in the coastal city of Mombasa, Kenya, East Africa.
Parvinder has dedicated her career shaping the minds of future generations as a Principal from distinguished senior secondary schools in India. Parvinder is a national award winner from NCERT, New Delhi, for making the teaching and learning process more easier through the classroom aids for both the teachers and pupils. Parvinder's poetic journey begins with a great inspiration from her visit to the museum and Dove cottage a residence of vulnerable poet William Wordsworth in Grasmere, Lake District, UK.

Her passion for poetry found recognition when she was bestowed with the prestigious accolades in a national poetry contest orchestrated among a gathering of over 2000 poets from across India at the

national level

She is the recipient of many literary awards in poetry. She has done collaborative poems with the global noble poets. Her poems are reviewed by some eminent critics in literature world.

She's an author of “UNFATHOMED SECRETS”, a collection of 100 poems.
Her poems are also translated in various languages ​​and are music of the heart that express different aspects of life, conjure up emotions from happiness to sadness using different styles and themes giving pleasure to the readers.

Shining Volcano in Desert by Till Kumari Sharma

 


Shining Volcano in Desert


The rays of fire with flames.
To fly in the desert.
The yellow light in the desert flies like the conscious human beings.
Looking from the crowd, people are in confusion.
The fire and flames seem wonderful.
Nature has profound beauty.
In that beauty, the destruction and construction appear.
The cute flames often seem from underworld.
The desert is happy to be within volcanoes and lavas.
So nature is shining even in the desert.

 

Biography

As World-renowned poetess Miss Til Kumari Sharma is a Multi Award Winner in writing from an international area from Paiyun 7- Hile Parbat, Nepal. She is known as Pushpa Bashyal around her community. Her writings are published in many countries. She is a featured-poet and a best-selling co-author too. She is a poet of the World Record Book "HYPERPOEM". She is co-organizer of it too. She is one of many artists to break a participant record to write a poem about the Eiffel Tower of France. Her World Personality is published in Multiart Magazine from Argentina. She is feminist poet. She is published as the face of the continent (Cover Page of Asia) in Humanity Magazine. She is made as portrait "Poetic Legend of Asia" by Nigerian Painter. She is the world creative hero of LOANI.

 


Thursday, July 10, 2025

When Ashes Bloom By Yasmin Harmouch

 


When Ashes Bloom


I walked the path — no shadow walked with me.
But brokenness… and sorrow’s silent plea.
The wind had scattered echoes of my breath.
Weeping for longing, hiding wounds beneath.
O Night — do our laments still find a way?
Or does the road outpace what hearts can say?
I write not joy — but from a soul in flame.
Each letter raised a child without a name.


Biography

Yasmin Harmouch is a Lebanese poet and novelist whose works appear in international anthologies and academic programs. Her poetry has been translated into several languages, featured on global magazine covers, and studied in universities. She writes on memory, identity, and the feminine experience.


Freedom by Mike Turner

 



Freedom

We exist in a prison,
Of corporeal existence,
Prevented from inhabiting,
The infinite space,
Of our spiritual reality,
We serve a life sentence,
And only through death,
Are we set free.

Biography

Mike Turner was named 2025 Poet of the Year by the Alabama State Poetry Society. He has more than 450 poems published in over 100 literary journals and anthologies. His book, “Visions and Memories,” is available on Amazon.


Poem by Tajalla Qureshi

 



And Athena’s untold trance,
The moments,
where the fingers prom, the heart clasps,
and the eyes invite for enchantment to fully
grasp;
where delight, dignity, and divine altogether
lavish,
the unheard, unveiled bottom— telltaling a
ravish,
there between the spring and summer—
seasons of brightness and blinkingness—a
chamber;
declares openly, a fragrance tinkles and
tingles high,
continually encircles the blazing sights, a
glory untie,
Lyrically cuddles, sounding the unsounded
rattles,
and more often cherishes the unseen, unread
letters,
in great solace and lived the chosen
allowance,
as above poeticality—a melody serves as an
affluence,
Joyous the pleasure—all that the Athena ears,
through her heavenly sacred eyes, hidden
heartiness,
thou gulping energy, embracing
wholeheartedness,
Astonishingly appeals—every potion thou plea.


BIOGRAPHY:

Tajalla Qureshi: a luminary of words, a weaver of tales, and a source of enchantment between cultures, hails from Pakistan. She, with pen in hand, crafts sagas that transcend borders and touch hearts. Graciously nurtured as a writer, worthy editor, and graced language instructor, also inspires others to find their voice. With Grace, her poetic brilliance sheens over many national and international anthologies, magazines, e-newspapers, and other online platforms spanning Pakistan, USA, Germany, Italy, Romania, Albania, Korea, China, Arab, Indonesia, Peru, Canada, Africa, Spain, Greece, the UK, Bangladesh, and India. Her research papers, lauded for their depth and originality, have been featured in prestigious academic journals. Her passion for literature knows no bounds, and her profession reflects her boundless creativity. Additionally, she, as Co-Founder and Editor-in-Chief of The Wordsmith Magazine and The Journal of Transnational Literature, curates voices, engages languages, and bridges cultures from around the world. Moreover, her columns and essays at The Mount Kenyan Newspaper showcase her insightful perspectives, and with Language Lounge, she fosters a community of language learners and literature enthusiasts. Furthermore, as an international interviewer and publicist at Insight Magazine-USA, her voice resonates globally. Else, her supervision functions dutiful in FEMALPC and the School Council of Govt Miss Feroz u Din demonstrate her commitment to empowering others. Besides that she is member of prestigious organizations like World Wide Writers Association and Humanist of the World Federation, Her dedication to literature and humanity shines bright. Her work embodies a rare blend of creativity, intellect, and passion. With every word, she inspires and connects people worldwide.
Tajalla Qureshi is a true literary force, leaving an indelible mark on the world.


Deviruma Priyatama by Muhammad Shamsul Huq Babu

  Deviruma Priyatama Thirty spring days have passed, yet I have not seen your beloved, magical face, Where the familiar and unfamiliar belo...