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Read Poetry: THE DREAM FLIGHT, by NIKITA HEMANI

In the dim lights of those deep dark nights,
I kept scuffling some imaginary fights.

In my mind, there’s a riptide,
It didn’t let your thoughts rest aside.

It screwed up my mind,
And eventually gave a chill down my spine.

I was scared to board my dream flight,
Cause i was afraid of those heights.

But the dilemma required me only to chase those heights,
To let me assure that our dreams decorated there, are all fine.

So, putting all the guts from my side,
I decided to catch my own dream flight.
Because I’ve never liked,
If the nightmares dared to snatch my rights.

Suddenly, the flight took me off,
To fly on the cloud nine.
And showed me how the stars shine bright,
That too, on the same scary night.

PENNED BY- NIKITA HEMANI
INSTA HANDLE- @nicky_hemani

Read Poetry: August 14th, by Christian Castaneda

I fought bears to reach the peak.
My worst enemy, conquered.
At peace within, I’ve killed the ego and faced the shadows.
Serene and Whole.
Symbolic, Spiritual & Infinite.
Rightfully so, the views and gifts fit for all the kings and queens.
Among the peaks, hawks own their flight.
Gliding in their freedom.
Emotional baggage dropped, eloquently drifted,
Reminiscing on those shooting stars, the final night.
I have forgiven myself, so let’s sit in our power;
Vast, Just, Beautiful & Thankful.

Poetry by Avijeet Das

“From centuries ago before the dawn of civilization, I have been wandering. I am the wanderer. I can’t stay at one place. I am destined to wander from place to place!

And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness. The river embraces me and guides me to swim inside her and to drink the nectar of love from her bosom. She tells me her secrets and I tell her mine. She makes me sensitive and soft.

The mountain greets me with respect and guides me to traverse the rocks and crevices of its body! He is strong and vigorous and he appreciates my stamina and toughness.

After dusk in the night, the stars smile at me and they show me light to travel in the darkness. They tell me their stories and I tell them mine.

The moon embalms me with her love and she kisses me good night. The nightingale sings her song of love when I take rest in the arms of darkness in the night!

And after the dawn of the morning, the sun greets me and acknowledges my spirit and strength!
I am the wanderer and I keep wandering in search of a nothingness.

I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!”

― Avijeet Das

Read Poetry by Girish Gupta

I walk in the shadow of a cloud

of you, of your memories screaming loud

Of us, of that night and of the pedals of my car

Of my foot on accelerator while the break’s a little far

Of you, and of your pain and of your hand on mine

Of the world slowing down, of being lost in time

Of me withering away, of not being dead yet not alive

Of grabbing the keys that night saying “I’ll drive”

Of your eyes not shining as you lay on your bed

Of you unable to hear my apology being said

Of you in a coma, while I got away with just a scar

Of how different we were, yet how similar we are

You lie there silent while i read poems of you

Of the bracelet you had, and I did too

Of us and friendship and how faithful you are

Of how I’m still sad, and you’re my only star

I wanna see you smile, jumping away every noon

But all I can yet say is that I hope you get well soon

Read Poem: THE SWAN, by Jackie M

The Swan glides effortlessly across the River
The only sign, rings on the water that look as though the River shivers

Six cygnets by their side
Protecting their young, their eyes cast far and wide.
Fear for their young makes them angry
Makes them shriek and shrill
Don’t get too close they will bite you with their bill

On a good day though, you will see them, displaying their feathers magnificently
Wings out wide and neck held high
As they prepare to leave the waters and take to the sky

The Swan so full of grace
You really do enhance our space.

Read Poem: Gyroidal Women, by Aurora Eden

It comes as no surprise that we turn away from this whirl
How we burn and turn through the Kali Yuga,
Spinning as women do

As the time comes to observe what we’re making
With our hands and breath—
Past enemy lines.

And we contemplate how to strengthen the torus field—
How to turn inward and see
With the heart.

It is the Gyroidal Women, they are crowning the men
Who have risen and dared to serve and protect
The holy of holies, the golden spiral of women.

As it comes as fire and ice, on the days of trial and tribulation
Yet, embedded in the feminine will, is the courage to preserve
The web of life, on earth as in heaven.

Planets rotate from inner space; they sing above the ashes
Miles of walking and talking at the cost of our lives
To hear the quiet humming of the mother’s wrath.

Read Poem: OUR LEGACY?, by Andrew Smith

I think about the future,
I think about the past,
I think about the little ones,
That seem to grow up fast,
I think about their years to come,
And the world in which they’ll live,
And I think about the legacy,
Our generation hopes to give.

But what will be that legacy,
That gift we’ll leave behind,
These things we deem important,
For the furtherance of mankind,
As we rush headlong in denial,
See things through blinkered eyes,
And in our wake we’ll leave dead seas,
And toxic polluted skies.

We’ll kill off the pollinators,
Raise the forests to the ground,
We’ll build our concrete jungles,
And say that they’re New Towns,
An opportunity for all to live,
How can we be so blind,
To destroy the things that we all need,
For the future of mankind.

So I think about the future,
And I think about the past,
I think of all the little ones,
That may not grow so fast,
For their future is looking bleaker,
Unless we open our eyes to see,
That a sad and dying planet,

Will be the legacy that we’ll leave

Read Poem: About Her, by Lawrence Mathebula

Days in my thinking place, thee I saw
only
Faces of her;she stays than I do in me.
How long’s the day? The hours, slowly
seep!
How long the night? I struggle, to fall
asleep!
It’s more yourself, it occurs,
Thy countenance here recurs;
Thy spell prolongs, while beauty’s own
bold
Hands are a charm, as thee attracting,
holds
Thy fruit fertile and witchery full in her
Blood running warm today, the single
heir.
Thy parents life is seen;here thee are,
Full another one has yet, to pop a
flower.
Thy flowers to come, days in their
thinking place,
Those men shall too, dream of them in
their, days!

Read Poem: Solitude in the City Woods, by Peeush Trikha

Solitude in the City Woods

The Mid July heat,
the heat on the concrete pavements,
Of ACs drawing out heat from all corners of houses,
The CO2 s and NOs of the automobiles making life hellish,
makes one feel thirsty, hot and tired.
Yet tasks are to be done.
Targets to me met.
Disputes to be settled.
While walking in this heat,
comes a lonely and deserted passage of grass and trees,
with some cows resting and crows roaming.
And the blessed shadow of the trees
fill one with a much needed relief
and joy.
Who doesn’t wants such a solitude in the city woods,
which fills our mind and soul with a resolve,
to protect our nature and trees.
For what are we without them,
without them…….

Theme: Philosophical

Read Poem: Avoiding the Clutches of Tony Glut, by Matt Snyder ©2019

The road to 165

is a slow and arduous task

for every small 20 foot hill conquered

I still stumble down large mountains

often with my feet stuck in thick mud

but thankfully avoiding any quick sand

I’ve managed to evade Tony Glut on Easter Day

because I don’t want to pay the price for what he’s constantly offering me

I shall persevere, I will reach my destination and Tony won’t be there to taunt me.