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In The Passage of Time...

Featuring eight poets who wrote beautiful subtleties of nostalgia













THE AESTIVAL TIME IS HERE TO STAY! In the passage of time, the ghosts of past Memories are never lost, they keep on

Coming to us like a family


Aestival season is the virtual reservoir

Of vast memories, mostly sweet when in Our innocent childhood, our time is spent in

Games and playing pranks

We generally lampooned everything around

and lengthened deliberately

The reign of satire of our own making


Visiting the orchards full of mango trees was

Our most favorite pastime, and picking the

Unripe green mango fruits was for us - an act sublime


Once, we climbed a tree for this treasure - hunt,

But soon, wind started to blow, who knew that

It will convert into a yellow storm, and

We would be subjected to face the brunt

Forcing us to live in a terror zone!


Those nocturnal moments are unforgettable

Which got stuck forever with the memories of,

That otherwise pleasant and lovely aestival time.



© Rakesh Chandra

India


 

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In the passage of time, my love only became stronger!

An estival in my heart came to grieve an aestival when

The ring on your finger mocked my unnecessary presence!

Strong sillage of our selenic bond was bound to die a slow

Death painfully but a brief sojourn kept it alive!

You didn't give up on me when I was in my secure place,

Away from you, never wanting to see or hear from you!

Your strong heart made me brave enough to fall for you again,

Confidently without any hesitation!



© Sonal Rao

India


 

"CLOSE MEMORIES"


In the passage of time, I feel an estival chill When I remember vacation and summer breeze

I miss the touch of the sea and the play of the wind

I miss the cool feeling of summer walks in sand

The song of the waves washes away the black thoughts

And I am living an awakening experience.

Until the new meeting with the shore of the sea

I let my head and soul drown in nostalgic beauty.



© Bogdana Gageanu

Romania


 

"SUMMER MEMORIES"


In the passage of time estival thoughts flood my memories Our selenic moments parade in the corners of my mind

Under the spell of the moon, your sillage fills my aching heart

As, in my sojourn, I lay in bed in deep, nostalgic thoughts.



© L. B. Morandarte

Philippines


 

"MY COMMUNITY"


"In the passage of time"

Our hardened hearts, wrecked its glory

Into a sordid tower of story

The echoes of regret chime.


Out of ego, we corroded our peace

Threading the path, just a piece

Where no one gains nothing

Taking ignorance as something

Ourselves destruction triggered

From the minds, so angered.


Why do we sojourn on jejunity

To lose our communal amity?

Our once blossomed homes

Are now doomed to roam.


I reminisce over the past

When we travelled on foot

From one community to another as a mast

Our very ancestral root

We can no longer be proud of

The handed-over peace, written off.


I wish I could still perceive it

The communal silicate that lit

With candor of brotherly camaraderie

Our habitat, now deserted and weary

And the aborigines marooned

In the gulag, their homes crooned


Oh my home, oh, my home!

When shall I see the home

Where we were born into peace?

How can I pacify to everyone's pease?

My community, my torrent of tears

Deserted, making everyone living in fear.


Come back, Aila, the very one of our birth

Not this aberrated one without mirth

Ocho Omanchala, heal our land

To become our real fatherland.



© Ikwulono Mohammed Senison

Nigeria


 

"ESTIVAL MEMORIES"


In the passage of time, through crystal tears,

Happy memories can't be erased.

Brought to the surface every year

Through the five senses plus one,

We cherish them in the drawers of our heart.

The laughter of seagulls echoing across the beach

As I was building a castle from the sands of time.

Like a fairy dancing at the ball,

I frolicked on floral meadows

Without the burden of life's challenges,

Still feeling the fresh fragrance to this day

Every time I retreat into nature's temple

During the sojourn at the summer house,

Where surrounded by loved ones,

I always like to recall the good times

From when the world was filled with wonders

In my curious mind as a child.



© Gheorghe Laura

Romania


 

"THE SUMMER OF MY YOUTH"


In the passage of time, estival thoughts fly

the sillage of the blooms evoke memories

of bygone summers awashed in selenic light

when youth knows no reason or fright.


Fusion of colors in my younger years

serves as backdrop of joy no sign of tears

each passing day a vivid tapestry

of woven dreams, sprouting into reality.


The senses pried open silent awakenings

of simple pleasures and sometimes longing

of those days of yore and yearning

daybreaks, sundowns all agog with longing.


The summer of my youth now a thing of the past,

reminiscing sunny escapades meant to last

never too late to remember

cool summer nights with waning embers.



© Rosemarie Miranda

Philippines


 

"WITH THE PASSAGE OF TIME EVERYTHING CHANGES"


In the passage of time we lose

Many a gem of peerless worth

The childish smiles and babbles

Wear the mask of rigid quietness


The estival evenings, hoary grey,

Gaze at the dwindling Hyperion

Making figures out of clouds

All, with the passage of time,

Has blown away by sheer winds

Of the hostile Time


The nights, under Selenic sheen

Of pleasanter hue

One reads Endymion

Lying on the thatched roof

Of a homely domicile

Beneath the azure wonder of nature


Sojourning all day long at the edge

Of vast wavy corn fields

Under cooler shadowy berry trees

Reading the wittiest wits of yore


The flaring boyish dreams

Sleep somewhere in the cave

Of forgetfulness, all that early zeal

The fondness, whirling emotions

Of the dawning puberty

All get lost in the passage of time


Aestival swims in the river

Among a crowd of friends

The purest joy of sultry June

All, with the passage of time,

Has wilted quite, ah! the times.



© Safdar Bhatti

Pakistan

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