Lunatic...my mind Lunar...what's that kind Cosmic site...new term Galaxy's heart --- race of mind Heart makes tune of love Resonance occurs at every site Stars are falling as rosy petals Hidden wings are rising up I can see myself there I'm above the moon The ground turns to a prism Reflection of my dreamy pool Whole universe is turned to a new phase Bluish color shows as a new trend Who can deny this part of life Lunatic mind is adorable here Let me make my wish The peaceful earth for a moment The merriness shower to drench all Shooting stars are my dear wings They act as magnetic beam To make the new hill To climb for touching peak All dreams are flying life's reel © Afrose Saad 2021

I can see the families falling off to pieces I can see the doubts engulfing the peace I can see the hope breathing it's last I can see the beauty gravely aghast I can see the charity at home miles away I can see the paupers holding sway I can see the mood swing back and forth I can see the river upstream smooth I can see the love longing to be felt I can see the eyes which often do melt I can see the blisters filled with pain I can see the labor vague and vain I can see the elites with jagged jaws I can see the white clothed sans flaws I can see a girl looking to escape I can see a boy dying to remake © Kawsar Khalil

I am the South if you are a swallow when you tremble from some frost fly towards the South and do not wish to fly away because where you are might be a prairie too cold even in summer fly to the warm rocks of the South and never and nowhere fly away © Ibrahim Honjo 2021

Eight long hours of sleep Sweet, silvery morning light Cool dewdrops on leaves...!

On the milk rays Venus is bathing... In the moonlight Oblique golden waterfalls. Like soft velvet, Wraps itself with a song in the soul... Moments are counted In silent eyes... You seem eternal beauty Standing in front of you... Heart rate Count the time In which you are slowly Disappearing... Nature worshipped Before that sight... Venus was created by God For eternity to exist... © Gordana Andonovska

I venture out to test the nighttime swoon That rests beneath the colder winter moon - Its lilting songs of every dark refrain Calling me not once, but times again. I ponder all the stars above my place; Their thousand years of light upon my face, And wonder now if this could be An answer to the way she runs through me. O, sweet, my winter moon, I beg of you, Gather all my thoughts and send them to The place where she is looking at your light, The same as I am doing here tonight, And let her read my heart from off your glow About how much I still love her so And she, enveloped in your tenderness, Will think of me as her fire on the crest. Shining more today than I did when We walked the winter timbrels of the wind And played the stars our melodies of bliss To the towers of the moon with every kiss. This mandate of my heart I give to you: No dreams repressed. And nothing less will do But that you send her my deepest loving swoon So she can find it in your winter moon. ~ for her ~ © Tom Kraft

Recently, contributing editor, Carl Scharwath, conducted an interview with Sabrina Rubin. Below, he writes a compelling introduction before his initial interview with Sabrina. Sabrina Rubin is generally a modernist Bangladeshi poet. She is also a prolific poet and her poems are of outstanding intellectual quality. Incidents of everyday life can be found in much of her poetry but in a very symbolic and complicated way. She frequently experiments with form and content in English, always. She often approaches surrealism and expressionism in her works. She uses the imagery of varied urban motifs and infrequently rural motifs like moon, sun, sky, lush greenery, clouds and other natural wonders in her poetry. Her poetry shows a considerable degree of social awareness and a sense of satire. Sabrina Rubin was born in Jessore district that came into existence with the natural siltation process of the Ganges river. On the map drawn by Ptolemy, Rubin's birthplace finds proximity with the ancestral home of Rabindranath Tagore and sonneteer Michael Madusudan Dutta. Thus, poetry came to her as a gift of nature. She is gifted with versatility and lofty intellectual caliber that enabled her to compose passionate and enthralling poems. In her professional life she is a reputed physician as well as an enormously influential woman with huge charismatic zeal. She is quite accomplished in the domain of art and literature. Poet Sabrina, is always mindful of being indebted for Allah's bounties, big and small, and articulates his or her feelings at every step to express gratitude. This feeling of constant gratitude has an incredibly significant bearing on everyone's deeds. This is because a grateful servant finds great happiness in doing the deeds that are pleasing to his or her Benefactor. Sabrina Rubin is a popular for the handling of unusual, whimsical and innovative imagery in his creations. Her poetry has superbly documented pains, agonies, weal and woe of human beings. her poems are distinguished for their highly expressive and communicative, poignant and symbolic traits. She is today, a role model to all her fellow writers having authored of multiple writings. She has won several awards during her ten-year writing career from Russia, Italy, Palestine, Peru, Kazakhstan, India and Bangladesh. Currently, she has created the biggest impact after earning and winning various International awards for peace through literature of such stature, subsequently of three gigantic literary institutions from Russia, Palestine and India, combined with Indian Government's 'Gujarat Sahitya Akademi' during India's 74th Independence Day, to honor 350 poets and writers from 80 countries. Sabrina Rubin published many books but SUDDEN SPRING AGAIN and LIMITLESS LOVE are most favorites to her readers. All her books are available on Amazon. Another famous book of hers, in her native language is NISSIDDO NIRBASHON, which can be found on Rokomari.com in Bangladesh. INTERVIEW Carl: As a physician-poet like the great William Carlos Williams, first, how do you find the time to write and how has your career influenced your writing? Sabrina: William Carlos Williams s a great American poet and physician. He is famous for modernism and imagism. William expressed his viewpoint most famously in his poem: "Asphodel, the green flower." He wrote "It is difficult To get news from poems Yet man die miserably Everyday For lack of what is found there." Thank you so much for comparing me with such a great personality. I always keep in mind a line written by great poet and physician, Aton Pavlovich Chekov...'Medicine is my lawful life and literature is my mistress, when I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other.' Thanks to Almighty, that He has given me the wonderful blessings. Being a physician, I don't get much time in daytime, so I spend my time during twilight with my writings, when birds are flying back to their nest and at times, dark in new moon or mid night flooded by moonlight. My writings and thoughts are also influenced by my career. As I collaborated before with mentally disabled people, so reflections of human psychology and distress of human beings are obvious in my poem. Here, I share my poem: OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER Unwanted obsession Intrusive urge My life has lack of charge Distress triggered by thought Style of life has never been taught Check the doors whether it locks My life is fearful never it rocks Love to combing my hair repeatedly Monitor all switches are in safety Spending my time in washroom mostly Waste my life, though it is costly Relay on religious amulet Don't know what is written on my fate Afraid of losing you dear Sometimes horror comes in nightmare Anxiety, mania, panic encircle me Seeking every time for apology I am in obsession of compulsion Save me from this addiction. Carl: How does your love and gratitude of Allah, guide you in your poetry? Sabrina: I feel my creator everywhere in my every work. He is the one and only who is protector, benefactor and savior. I am indebted for Allah's bounties which I always keep in my mind and I show gratitude in my poetry. Carl: Please tell our new poets, your best advice about writing. Sabrina: Feel the readers emotion, study deeply, spread your thought and don't run after recognition, competition or certificates. Carl: Who is your favorite poet(s) and why? Sabrina: My favorite poets are Pablo Neruda, Rumi, Wordsworth and Nazrul Islam. I love their thoughtful work. Carl: Sabrina, please tell us your number one goal concerning your writing. Sabrina: I have no exact number of goals concerning my writing. I usually write on the flow. Carl: Thank you again, dear Sabrina, for your time with us today. Sabrina and I have worked on some collaborations and we will include one for you. My last question is what do you like best about being a member of the ILA Group and their magazine? Sabrina: ILA is one of my favorite groups and this is the group where I started writing. I learned so many things while I took part in the competition and came to learn new vocabulary and different poetry styles. I came in contact with great poets and had the opportunity to collaborate with Carl, the great photographer and poet. My heartfelt gratitude to Annette Nasser from whom I learned so many things. Prayers and blessings for all poetry lovers. SAPPHO "I am already dead, or little short of dying" Poetic fragrance came from Greek Lesbos, Melodies of words playing with thoughts Introduced emotion, beauty Expressed sex love, harmony Jingle of Alphabetical tune, ups and downs Theme of "The poetess" or "Tenth muse" Remains a fragmented part of those Ten thousand lines of composition Her poetry is well known Sappho, the great poetess. Violet hair beautiful of Mytilene Praised for "Plato"and "Solon" Attracted to won heart of lady Created ornamental lyrics of Aphrodite, Passionate for intense of provocative line. She was a seductress or femme Mytilene of Lesbos cried Lonely heart left in sea Flew to the sky for tranquility Women of Aristocracy Poet of love and beauty She is queen of desire. "You may forget but let me tell you..." Included in Sabrina's feature, is a collaboration she did with Carl Scharwath. Photography by Carl Scharwath. SERENITY I stopped myself Stared at lush green Where life greets its majesty to green Apart from all turmoil Muted serenity waved Light embraced the cosmos Sound of deep silence Senatorial serenity of peace Chirps of unknown blue birds The bygone lovers left the garden chair Unfold my wrapped delighted memory I stopped myself I stopped myself by an eden. © Sabrina Rubin Photography below, taken by Carl Scharwath, of Sabrina: Carl Scharwath, from the sunshine state of Florida, is the Art Editor of Minute Magazine and Contributing Editor of ILA Magazine. His work has appeared globally, with 150+ journals, selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, art/photography, and most recently, plays. He is the author of four books.

(Experimental words expression) Frozen world with frosty ice and snow unconsciousness, Could one survive without the mistletoe of literacy? Intellectual holiday season is nightly approaching everywhere, What a messy stranger in this coldest place of lost conception The fire is burning but deep inside the brainless mindset, The longing to be with the outside haven of dull-wittedness, Dear mind where are you in this moment of blindness, Send your huggable warmest spirit to clear clouded awareness Intertwine them with comfortable blanket of comprehension, Wish you could be at the same place at the same time, Please cater with a cupful of hottest powerful words, Till you come back to the reality of winter coldness recognition Where you're spending non cognitive apprehension, Awaken everyone from this freezing mind's state of perception, No, they're not dreaming from world's hinterland of mediocrity, Frosty senses and snowflakes skills familiarity are all around Tell them to shout at the top of their voiceless thoughts, Or just be lost on their way out of this icy jungle of unmindfulness. © Ninfa Vasquez Mateo

(Collaboration between Carl Scharwath, shoots and Lyn B. Pastrana, writes) She is so fragile and delicate Any strong feeling of tension he creates May break her whole at any rate She is a woman of essence without any debate Don't play with her transparent heart, she can't accommodate Could it be made of pure glass? Love her with a faithful devotion Not of any selfish emotion Or to fill his own expectations She only needs a little appreciation Bu if he lay callous harsh hands on her body, where's his affection? Could it be made of pure glass? She's a rare gem, yes, she is so precious! He should hold her under his gentle arms must be gracious And polish with his tender loving touch unpretentious He will be amazed so tremendous If she crowns him with the finest crown that's marvelous Could it be made of pure glass? Oh, a crown made of gold that he can treasure! Not easily broken unlike her beyond measure But she's trying everything to make sure To bend into his wishes and dreams not to lure But to please him, so do not forget or disfigure She could be made of pure glass! © Lyn B. Pastrana 2021

Teach me, Nature, How to be humble Yet happy and carefree. Teach me the secrets of Being charitable like that Tree that braves the storm To shelter the birds and Squirrels, the largeness of the mountain that remains Constant and grave. Teach me the oneness Of the trees and the vines Climbing them without Dishonor, I hear the birds Chirping in unison with the Breeze, creating a sense of Déjà vu and beauty. © Apu Mondal

You thought I existed Just for you... Throw me in the dark waters of the past I was fighting with myself for I can save myself to swim to start breathing again from the air of the future. You're coming back you offer me oblivion from an unknown place but in your eyes there is only a hunger for light from the soul I cannot love to accept the night. In your eyes I'm not the girl which you left deceived with a kiss from someone else's lips I stand and watch the wind carries your thought I know in your heart there is no hope for me Go and do not advise the path I walk is only mine. © Gordana Andonovska

How fast the days have flown by Not even stopping for a while to enjoy Time is such a leveler, everything capsuled like Bonsai Bitter or sweet, sometimes even sour The Maple trees stand testimony to the advent of Many decent and a few indecent trails Losing the dearest, few mishaps, mistrust, mistakes Many births, mirth, moments worthwhile The newly wed whispering their dreams Those smiles of newborn with hope to crawl miles Poets writing about rainbows that stay A tranquil world on the anvil Moments of joy, fast forgetting the fallen leaves Welcoming the signs of rebirth Yes, I write every Autumn, a song and an Ode A song of melancholy, an Ode to divine bliss Those fallen and up right Maples My first and last spectators and audience. © Sai Prakash