"ABOUT" A kismet about life A nexus of stories Which are dinkum which a crapehanger won't trust at all because the perspective is dark and the light is dangerous for bats. © BOGDANA GAGEANU
Romania "UNTITLED" The eastern gush parted the window, the eye of Kismet... displayed a script but the human eye in illusions slumber... Ah! A coin is incomplete if fails to nexus with averse, negation and affirmation A drop of dew through the window for occupied eye... a mere vomit of clouds But for the poet a pearl of perfection. A dinkum eye dictates the verses of the bard But... A crapehanger copies it for the generation to come. © MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ Jammu/Kashmir, India "EVEN IF I FALL" This life's full of nexus, I find a way even in sadness if I fall I want to have lovely kismet it catches my heart even if I fall What kind of personality is this? No matter how nice you say it. I want, I have dinkum one to bring out evil part even if I fall. The sagacious age has come to face selfish crapehanger that while flowing I want, this life makes optimistic waves to gild heart even if I fall. © PRASANNA BHATTA India "PRISM OF HER STRENGTH AND THREADS OF HER KISMET" In the hands of kismet, she's bound, A journey set, yet paths unfound. Threads connect, a nexus tight, Guiding her steps from dark to light. Through trials, true as dinkum gold, She stands her ground, both brave and bold. While crapehangers doubt and sneer, She finds her strength and casts off fear. Each choice she makes, a fate rewrites, In kismet's web, she claims her rights. From nexus born, her souls ascends, In every turn, her spirit mends. For life's a dance of fate and will, In kismet's hands, she's steady still. True as dinkum, fierce and bright, She shines her way through endless night. © Harpreet M. Caur India "A POET'S MISSION" Is often misunderstood by many Without knowing that his mission Helping hapless souls shape their kismet Proving to the sometimes unfair life That man is capable of controlling his own fate. Is to teach the readers that there is a nexus Between events, history, culture and feelings. A dinkum poet will even make a crapehanger See the beautiful things in the jungle we call Life is to heal diseases traditionally medicine can't. Like all children of the Muse, I know that I have to complete the mission Despite the obstacles naysayers put on my path, The snakes that spit venom on me Or despite the many stones thrown at me. © GHEORGHE LAURA Romania "SUNK IN KISMET" My young horse stumbled on a little stone, I thought it to be a certain nexus Between a comma and a full stop. Surprisingly a fall of dinkum meteor From a sidereal system Made me a crapehanger. I'm sure, It is kismet, an early full stop, I'm sunk in kismet. © TAPAS DEY
India "IF TRUTH WORE WINGS" If Truth wore wings...
Nexus would fly - like a bird so high, singing...in parallelism. If Truth wore wings, Dinkum would shine its light on my catharsis - cleansing me... to climb out of my litotes. If Truth wore wings - I would be married to this kismet, kissing her sievelet...making me a sunset. If Truth wore wings... my crapehanger, though euphemistic, cries - to the realm of paradox, taking me...a paradise © EMMANUEL CHIMEZIE Nigeria "OUT THE SHELL" The nexus feeling of love and hate is always the problem People find themselves in the middle not knowing to express the masses Being in the dark too long makes a person get out of their shell Showing resilience, strength in facing the kismet given Seeing another side of life, a crapehanger allows pessimism Bleakness overtakes you to be easily manipulated Let the nimbus light of stars in a dinkum poet flow Never to forget you're the one who can change and rewrite history © GLORIA MAGALLANES-LOEB
SFO, USA