O. P. Arora
Editorial
A creative artist should be on fire, always. Fire of creation, fire of excellence, fire of expression,
fire of frustration, fire of desperation, fire of beauty, fire of hope…
Dr. Arun Daves
KROGSTAD AS A VICTIM OF SOCIETY:
UNDERSTANDING HIS ROLE IN A DOLL’S HOUSE
In dramatic literature, the anti-hero is a figure who stands in opposition to the protagonist, yet defies
the traditional characteristics of a clear-cut villain.
Germain Droogenbroodt
Poetry and Humanity
or:
Poetry: redressing the unbalanced
The German philosopher Martin Heidegger claimed, that the language is the home of being, of
existence and that human beings should learn again to life in it.
Prof. (Dr.) Jagdish Batra
History-Fiction Interface in Shashi Tharoor’s Riot
There are no two opinions about Shashi Tharoor being a versatile personality: he is an acclaimed
writer, a suave diplomat, a conscientious politician, an extraordinary orator, a committed human
rights activist and so on but primarily he is a writer.
Prof Dr Rajamouly Katta
‘FIVE DEPARTED LITERARY LUMINARIES: FLORAL TRIBUTES’
The five literary luminaries who had departed physically settled as the stars in the welkin to twinkle
forever. They were stalwarts in their respective literary fields on earth.
Dr. Rajamouly Katta
Life, “A linear-Time Dimension” in Human Time:
An Overview of Philip Larkin’s Poetry
According to Larkin, life is a texture in “a linear-time dimension”. It is a hard journey through time in which “happiness
is too going” (TLD, 44). It is the illusion of illusions as time rules life to turn it into a supreme illusion.
Dr. Rajamouly Katta
The Concept of True Love in Kalidasa’s Abhijnana Sakuntalam”: A Critical Study
(Abhijnana Sakuntalam, translated into English by Arthur W. Ryder)
Abhijnana Sakuntalam is a world-famous play to reflect the playwright Kalidasa’s great dramatic element, idyllic
description of nature, values and aesthetics, virtues and morality, and remarkable handling of true love as merits
achieving universal appeal, coherence of tone and quality, and sublime message.
Dr. Jagdish Batra
Remembering Keki
On 26th September, 2024, we lost one of the greatest Indian poets of our time. Padma Shri Keki N.
Daruwalla was a unique personality who wrote brilliant poems, stories and novels, besides
commenting through newspaper columns regularly on current developments.
Dr. Mashrique Jahan
SELF REALIZATION AND SUFISM IN THE POETRY OF S. L. PEERAN
S. L. Peeran is an important figure in the contemporary Indian English Poetry. He has surprised the poetry world during
the last fifteen years by presenting eighteen noteworthy volumes of poetry.
Dr. Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy
FLUORESCENT FEATHERS
If you love the people around, if you love the nature around and if you strongly aspire to provide
succour to the hunger and needy; – is it not enough for any human to feel a sort of contentment in
leading the precious life with such a righteous mind.
Musharraf Ali
TABLIGH
The news that Shabban Miya had become a preacher (Tabligi) spread through the neighborhood like
wildfire.
Bharati Nayak
Book, My friend !
Dear Book !
You are my friend since childhood
Even before I could speak
My Grandma was telling fairy tales from your pages
Adão Wons
Letter-Poetry to World Leaders
To the leaders of the world,
In the name of humanity, we cry out for peace.
Cease the wars that take innocent lives.
Dr. Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy
LIFE AND JOY
Something dartsGermain Droogenbroodt
FLOOD
Like wide-open arms
reaching pleadingly to the sky
the branches of a tree
in an area flooded by the storm
Nearby
pleaded heavenward
also of people numerous arms
but in vain.
Eric Chaet
THOSE I’D HELP
Those I’d help
will take no help from me
& give me none—
they don’t believe
that they need help
they’re proud & deluded
they need help
& give me none—
& I need help.
Bernard Scott
I Never Hear From You
I never hear from you. Have you forgotten me?
If not, why don’t you speak to me?
You made the break. I am still here.
Fei Yifei
First Time Fishing
The first time I fished by the moat outside Qingchun Gate
Was during my first summer holiday
In the tides of summer surged joyful freshness
Ma Di’er
Snow Falling on the Forbidden City
When the second snow falls,
I begin to visit the Forbidden City.
The light remains faint.
I am just a tourist,
Mrs. Setaluri Padmavathi
Woman Today
Like a huge mountain to the wind
As a shielding earth to the living
And like a soft rose hugging thorns
She protects you as an angel.
ARBIND KUMAR CHOUDHARY
Woman Today
The chanter is the trouble- shooter
Who nails to counter
For the surmounter of the punter
Amidst many a grunter?
Maria Cristina Azcona
So Many Women…
I think on so many women
who have never known love
Their happiness is ice-covered
because of home – violence and war
Gerrard Chaiken
“Seahorses and other miracles…” (From “Depths and Heights”)
So often , you felt
As if there were a stone around your neck,
A stone in your heart,
As if your heart itself were stone,
And your broken-limbed body
A stone upon stony ground.
Timothée Bordenave
Misty morning
It is a little farm, in the wild, up a hill,
There has been snow this night : white cover on the fields,
I wake up in the misty dawn when just revealed,
The Sun, everything is quiet and is still.
Umangee Sharma
Vagabonds of the Countryside
There goes seldomly the Vagabond
Lingering in the Cotswold Hills.
Unequivocally in search of another barm cake,
Yet his favourite seems to be some marble rye cake.
Ivan Pozzoni
HOTEL ACAPULCO
My emaciated hands continued to write,
turning each voice of death into paper,
That he lefts no will,
forgetting to look after
what everyone defines as the normal business
of every human being: office, home, family,
the ideal, at last, of a regular life.
DR. A. ARUN DAVES
I Shout, but Silence Fills the Sky
I shout, but silence fills the sky,
The winds return my voice as dust.
The stars blink cold and wonder why
My fate is chained, my dreams are rust.
I walk through storms with weary feet,
Yet every road dissolves away.
Dr. Lalit Mohan Sharma
Cancer Cures
Taut smooth cover of arms and hands
Darkens and wrinkles as the skin does
Shrivel when therapy sessions to cure
Cancer impact body in their full measure
Samina Tahreem
Polyxena
Polyxena, you betrayed me.
Polyxena, you told me we would run away together but I was cannon
fodder in the battle I didn’t know you were fighting.
Polyxena, why did you replay my love like this?
Samina Tahreem
Polyxena
Polyxena, you betrayed me.
Polyxena, you told me we would run away together but I was cannon
fodder in the battle I didn’t know you were fighting.
Polyxena, why did you replay my love like this?
Nisha Motghare
ABYSS
I am swimming in the fathomless dark ocean of time.
My body is a dot–the smallest particle of an electron.
I beacon, I search in a circle, in and around, in search of light.
The light of super-conscious awareness.
Maybe it is on its shore.
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