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 "Untitled" 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