Written by Lucky Stephen Onyah Sad irony wrestling oneself Seeking creative endeavors To extinguish burning desire Assault aimed to ruin others Cream of the crops garnered Set on a colossal damnation Lethal abysmal attempt foiled No retaliation, self-destruction The boiling steam burst open Concealed rage ruins itself so I take my cool watch in peace Will you tiptoe here and there? Losing sleep restlessly torn My good conscience is clear My joy intact and so my flow See providence run its course It's check mate before it starts Silence is the reply of nature A curse upon the causeless Shall never see the dawn of day. © 10/2021

Written by Vasanth Kumar V P What this nature of elegance !!! What a beautiful picture here !!! This art of work is based on the principles. The orientation, an equilibrium alliance, These people are astonished !!! I have found them Cruelty, the death, the pain, The descendants of infidels Our role is to build up our own Memories of the experience Before it ends Prayer is my only life to live Till the breath stops love. 10/2021

Written by HUM ALE In my longing to see the river Seine By the train in Zurich Train Station The landscape of longing Caressed me as the train moved, A lot of excitements oozed I didn't change my mind When I interchanged in Basel It's almost sunset When I first whiffed the fragrance of Paris I embraced it With the heart of joy The amazing boulevards beckoned With the scent of Summer The heart shrieked with ripples Even when a vigor of love I garnered The evening was anguishing I might be a little late to meet the river Seine It bade farewell without any single word I waved my hand Perched in Pont Des Arts Bridge I gazed it until I closed my eyes Blithe Eiffel, I felt When it didn't beckon Over my brief smile of Missing the River Seine It was standing in pride Felt like snuggling with someone for years I went to Sacre Coeur Basillica The youngsters frolicked in style Under the starry midnight When it transfixed distant in Paris City The Mt. Titlis began to flicker in my mind. © 10/2021

Daughter's Day Without My Father Ached, thwarted Which one is more severe Inward me Or outward me? I have invariably, been betrayed by forgetfulness For such miserable sufferings of remembrance Since the shelter of your beloved hand Disappeared from my head And the basement from my feet I have, inevitably, been dragged into nostalgia Since the soft affectionation of you, my father, Chose to keep me deprived of it And to borrow happiness in the transient pleasures Offered in the whims of life idiosyncrasies My father: you had wished to see me fly High and high In the vast sky You had celebrated my tiny triumphs You had regarded me your progeny all-rounder But, my father: Do you see me from above? I cry...I cry...and cry For your softest touches In life's harsh realities. 10/2021

Written by AMRITA MALLIK Life outside earth must be very good, Free from violence, thus I like to brood. A magical place where dreams come true, Shattered hopes here, so I construe, A land of overflowing bliss and sweet buddies, Where no biases ensure everyone studies. In intelligence the beings are superior to man, Spectacular marvels he can't come across in his life span. Natural cycles, there, are a deviation, Man's myopic vision goes for a revelation. Time-bound, everyone still discovers glee, Priorities sorted, no unwanted scree. Let me think of a life, gentle and kind, Trapped in this earth, I certainly mind, A better, idyllic place for many like me, Where light penetrates to make us see. Gyration is a reality, there, not a placebo dream, A place here goodness prevails to eliminate a scream. © 10/2021

In Awe (Daily Dipolog Glimpses) I never tire viewing this scene to marvel at the simple beauty of nature's blue sky and sea, a refreshing sight for the eyes for a few minutes' break from toil. Suddenly, spirits are lifted as we breathe the salty air to embrace the sunny light and dream of those across the ocean. Forever I am in awe of the beauty God bestows. 10/2021 Photography by Rosemarie Miranda

Written by Donna McCabe Predictions foretold Readings of many kinds Outguessing the odds Gauging the outcome of events Needing to know the outcome Omens of good and bad Signals given from all around To make known in advance Indications of what lays ahead Calculating the bonuses of this Anticipating what will happen The future is being read Evaluating all the pros and cons. © 10/2021

THE PAINTER'S LIGHT Dawn just strolled in with dull, lazy steps - She kisses the pine trees and others, the needle bunches leaves... gladdened swirling in thanks. Her crimson light showers from the East where she folds in orbital ceremony of daily runs setting the earth ablaze with fun - dirges as in sweet and pains... The scene so intricately invoke the painter's light that marvels the ink that only try a biography of nature as she awes those - who adore and worship her free gifts. Enthralled, subdued, the pen lacks - adjectival verbosity to paint well for while trying, ends up to deface. Trying is not suicidal, so we try and try to capture with painter's light - Nature! © 10/2021

LIKE AN AUTUMN LEAF - YOU LEFT Like an autumn leaf - you left silently, leaving everything in half without any conscience, no reason you told me, you left!...You burned me like lightning! I learn to live with my loneliness, every day collects pieces of memories in the troubled soul, I seek tranquility, but the waves of memories lead me to you! How to close this chapter of love I had? How do I close this wound from the stroke? A heart that breaks piece by piece, can't climb...it's useless! Athua feels my pain! Or do you enjoy these acts? Hurting others is easy, but think one day, your turn is coming soon. Maybe you'll look for me but fall for us will be over! The colors of our love will fade, that the winter frost will freeze the leaves! © 10/2021

A LOOK - 291 I am not the same as I look to be, different for different people, in different spaces and times. It is not me, or my perception of good and bad but my interests and priorities which truly define me. © 10/2021

Written by SONALI RAY When the tired sun retires and the bright pearl isn't around the corner. When the stars merrily scour the dark meadow when in darkness I can see your shadow. When the blooms wait for the gold to rise when nightingale sings, owls hoot the song of the wise. When the wilted petals have forgotten their fragrance but in my veins, why do I feel your essence When the doors and windows remain latched why do I hear that known footstep? When the weary breeze rests of a while my ears catch your friendly whistle. When the darkness has consumed every inch of my heart why do I still fear losing you, tell me, my familiar stranger? When the soul is raging like a turbulent sea why do I still fantasize, someday, You and I will again become We? © 10/2021

Written by Henry Farrell Heartsore famed! Still! I seek her love; But coy her heart! It won't let be: For long! I seek her pleasures might! Entreat my love! But failed her eyes to see. O' cam'st thee! And thee my love - - - To note! Obvious in its breasted home... my heaving heart; its merriment, her devoted behove... Since supper me, her arresting tread of vision In beautiful form - A Godly - send! To view; In fact! Never was such fine tell...my eyes inform - - - And as a color-maid of delight, The wanton most know'st! defeats my pitiful fight: Ah! Truth be! My love for her, has neither stop nor start - - - Thusly! This is a poet's song...embalmed of woe, But honest with desire! To share your heart © 10/2021