NUANCE OF LIFE-A GUEST POETRY BY “KARAM”FROM USA

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Nuance of Life

In the smoke of life, I stand!

Hazy and unknown objects approach,

I tackle with, as they attack

Some are sweet-bees and some vicious bats.

One side an angelic light is seen,

It pulls me towards it, and forces.

The other side is a dark one,

It shows me love and mesmerizes.

Which path should I choose?

Nuance of voice, Nuance of intentions,

Difficult to distinct value each has.

Life will be a struggle throughout,

Between temptations and righteous deeds.

Choose a side and follow that path.

Standing in the middle looking confused

Soon the voices will go mute.

by: KARAM

 

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“KARAM” FROM USA

biography of the poet:-

Her name is Karam and she is a medical student in USA. she love to write poems and lyrics. she believes that she is a sufi soul and love sufi music and poetry. Some of her favourites in the sufi world are Rumi, Baba Buleh Shah, Baba Fareed, Abeeda Parveen, Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Shiv Kumar Batalavi and Wadali Brothers.

she is inspired by their musical and spiritual souls. she love blogging about Ayurvedic remedies, DIYs and Inspirational poetry.

 

 

3 SHORT POEMS BY “SONAKSHI NATHAK”from Bangalore (a Guest Poet)

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ADORN ME

Adorn me with that gaze,
and set me ablaze,
every moment I yearn,
and they say it’ll hurt but
Oh dear! Isn’t he worth every burn?

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COMPLIMENTS

Stardust and glitters she tucks behind her ears,
timidly beneath those eyelids she coyly peers;
A wonderful warmth spreads in her soul,
like morning sunshine on hands freezing cold.
Then she smiles;
feeling little butterflies deep inside
Mumbles a no and denies.

***

FIREFLY

And if I were a Firefly,
I’d stay by your side,
so when your days turned too dark;
There’d still be some light.

by: SONAKSHI NATHAK

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Something about of the poet:-

She is  Sonakshi Nathak , an obsessive compulsive reader. 
She love taking solo trips abroad, trekking, running and can always be found with her kindle.
She have been writing for 15 years now and have done a lot of freelance copy-writing for blogs and websites.

Guest post Poetry:-“YEARNING HEART”

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Yearning Heart

I will have you in front of me one day
Smile, look at you smile back, and shy away,
Sit you down and just gaze at you.
I will be on the seventh sky, sorrow no longer true. 

Till that day arrives there is this yearning. 
A lamp of absence that keeps burning.
Longing for your touch that ignites fire
Our souls entwined is my desire.
Becoming one is something of fantasy, 
It can be possible if you can be my ecstasy. 

Come to your beloved as I adorn,
Wear garments with jewels, never worn. 
I will embrace you with all the love there is
We will chatter whatever your heart says.

by:- A Guest Author

a brief introduction about the poet:

She is a medical student who loves cultures from around the world and spiritualism. Her niche is learning and talking about naturopathic/holistic medicine and remedies for healing and prevention. If you are looking for any type of DIY remedies and more, for a more beautiful you, inside and out, stay tuned because she has a lot of amazing stuff coming.Her blog focus on healthy lifestyle, disease prevention, Ayurvedic and holistic view of diseases, and personal blogs ranging from poetry, stories and beauty treatments.

Guest Poetry from PARAS “MY LAST WORDS”

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LAST WORDS

Youre familiar with the face of my darkness,
Shadows and shades of my brokenness.
My most beloved, forgive me
For the hurt I inflicted upon you.
I
m scared as you know my whole
And it terrifies me to witness
How effortlessly you fill all my gaps.
But I`m more an addict than a slave
To my melancholy.
Narcotics induce numbness, not to sorrow,
For it augments my cherophobia.
Let yourself; the light of my life, be absent,
And let life escape and abandon death with me.
My last thought; I ponder if I offered enough
Happiness to surpass the measure of suffering and dolours.

Reach for my heart as I reach for your hand
For I dont possess the divinity
To touch your heart or your enlivening virgin kiss.
Through the penance and amercement, my soul,
Will elope with what I never had; hope
To find what I never felt underneath; light.
And someday when I return intact,
I
ll wrap you in my absolute warmth
And shower you with my lit and free joy and love

composed by:-  PARAS

About the Poet:-

He began Writing lyrics when he was 16 (after a heart break) and grew to write poems when he turned 18.he self published his Book on Poetry named as “RAINBOW INA DESERT”,which is available on amazon.Here’s a link for it.

RAINBOW IN A DESERT

“LAST TIME I SAW YOU”by a Guest Poet-Jillian Joyce of Scotland

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“Last Time I Saw You”

You lived on Bank Street

third floor, top left –

I remember the door,

holding my breath,

as it opened

and you’d appear

with a book in your hand,

a cutting remark

on the tip of your tongue.

Naked one time;

still slippy

from the water I could hear gurgling in the drain.

 

Your flatmate watching as I

slip awkwardly from your grasp,

face blank as stone

while we play stoner games

I keep winning;

laughing all the way back out your door.

 

Later you drag me to a café

with your new and far more suitable girlfriend.

She and I studiously avoid each other’s gaze

( thanking god for the hangers-on who are tripping balls, Man)

me, because she is so much prettier than I:

her, because she is so far above me 

she might be riding on a cloud.

 

I watch her flawless mouth

sip bitter expresso,

marble with anxiety

over who will be next?

(You have already jokingly informed me

you are working very hard on one of her friends.)

 

The urge to gorge on the pain of others

flows strong along old Bavarian waterways.

The forests around familiar towns

are filling up with graves.

In another life

where painful truths

coexist with uneasy truce,

I tried to tell you, last time I saw you.

‘You frighten me,’

I said, (or words to that effect)

‘With your appetites and your disregard for the rest of the human race,’

but you just laughed and rolled over and went back to sleep

by: Jillian Joyce

Biography of the Author:

Jillian Joyce lives in Glasgow in Scotland which is always an interesting place to be. She has been writing for as long as she can remember – documenting, exaggerating and plain old fibbing (or fiction writing, as we call it) about her experiences on this far-flung little piece of the (current) UK. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines including Flashquake, Firstwriter and Cutting teeth and her poem ‘Remnants of a Catholic girlhood’ can be found in the 2016 GWL anthology ‘Mixing the Colours: women speaking about sectarianism’

see her work on WOMEN’S LIBRARY

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)

     “HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI”

         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

AN INSPIRATIONAL POETRY”BULAND IRADE”( STRONG DETERMINATION)

“BULAND IRAADE”


Buland Iraadon ke Saath Aaj Ghar se Nikla hun main,

Koi nahi Saath mere bas Akela hi chala hun main.

Ab Kaisa Dar Angaaron pe chalne Ka Mujhe,
Ki Sholon Se Khelkar bhi to kahan Pighla hun main.

Ab kya Jalayegi ye sooraj ki Garmi aur Dhoop mujhe,
Ki Taa Zindagi Nafrat Ki Aag me Jala hun main.

Kya bigadengen rahon me Bichhe Kaante ab Mera,
Ki Kaanton ke Beech rahkar hi to Pala hun main.

Nahi lagta Dar Zamaane Ki Nafraton se Mujhe,
Ki na Mitey kabhi un Mohabbaton ka Silsila hun main.

Ho chuki hai mulaqaat har mushkil se Aey ‘Aatif’ ab teri,
To bata Aey Mushkil teri kaunsi Zaat se nahi mila hun main

a Ghazal composed by:-Syed Sabah ur rehman (Aatif)

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