World Birland Poets

YOU ARE IMMORTAL

to Dylan Thomas

You are not asleep, 
you are a beautiful calm clear as water.
You are at the root of words,
In every artery the rhythmic contraction flows.

You are brave,
you are slow and steady,
You are a workaholic,
You are not restless and crack.

The God is watching you;
Although the door of the room is closed.

Your head is not a sleepyhead
You are brave,
A historic talking and tell.
You are not sleepy
You are awake awake immortal.

Anuprash of poetry matching,
Interlaced lines are crowded by playing.  
Engaged in crafts and diving
On the banks of the river of Inking.

Self-criticism is peace not egotistical
A flash of light broke through the fog.

O Lord, your Heart is in my Heart.
Just like clear holy water of fountain water.

Summer days are not covered with snow, 
when the white snow mixed with the hollow air.
Even the birds have thrown away the mantle of heightened,
Looking forward to another winter journey.

You are not unconscious
You are not sleeping,
You are awake, always awake...
you are immortal!

SABYASACHI NAZRUL, Bangladesh

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SABYASACHI NAZRUL
Bilingual Global Poet, Motivational Author, Rhymer,Translator,Presenter, World Symbols of Peace, Global Peacemaker Doctorate & many awards wining writer.His works are translated into 40 languages and published in national Newspapers of Bangladesh and various International literary Journals Anthology of 53 countries.He has 21 joint books and two own poetry books, one is Manuscripts award winning "Eakti Tarjonir Isara" another is "Sapna Uran" and editing a literary Magazine named "kittinasar kirtti'.

DREAM LIFE ©

Oh, it’s Dream Life, Deeds and Destiny

There is Criticism and Dangers of Truth exists

It’s Dignity of Labor that Develop Skills

Don’t get Trouble and have Dissatisfaction ǁ

Abide Directions of Nature and Diplomatic Speak

Keep aside Dirty Politics for Dreaming Life

Never encourage Drunkards and Dump Addiction

Feel an Ego A Disqualification ǁ

Encourage Energy of Love, as my Eyes Never Sleep

Give extra Mileage to Energy of Love

Don’t like money, though experience the Loss

Like Dignity, Decency and Royalty ǁ

Face Value can lead from Failures to Success

Favor to follow Friendship Value

Feel Sad for Finding Faults for Flourishing Point

Follow Mentors to come out from Frustration ǁ

Guidance from mentors, is the best to follow

With no advice minds can’t brush-up

Peoples support is always good

If people are good, society is good ǁ

It is not correct to stay away from the society

Society is nothing but it’s our own face

Little what we help makes things great

Name and fame will last forever ǁ

Support extended is support received

Help extended is help received

Reciprocal support and help are always offing

Don’t blame others, rather rectify errors //

 Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, India

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The Ancient Path

(Real life Experience)

I had seen it with my very eyes, time and time again. 

At first, I was bewildered, next mystified, afterwards astonished.

So much so that I would purposely rebuff the apparition.

To ward off the emerging fright to quiet me down.

But it refused to expire.

The phantom image would reveal itself as it pleased -

Any time of the day and wherever I might be

In the midst of a chore, as I enjoyed a tête-à-tête.

Even when I closed my eyes. 

The sight stayed and stayed and stayed.

Was I just dreaming?

But I was wide awake!

What was it then?

I kept seeing it.

I told you I wasn’t in deep sleep.

It was broad daylight.

I was in the kitchen,

Perhaps in the garden.

Probably just strolling along.

There! It was there again!

Glimpse of meadows saying hi to my eyes.

So green with a white path in between.

So distant and so long I couldn't see the end.

I shook my head and closed my eyes.

But it kept on flashing again and again.

The green fields and the white path!

Staying, dwelling in my bamboozled mind

Nobody could explain what it was.

Nobody could tell why I was seeing it.

Then one day, a spiritual man came along.

He asked if he could bless and pray for me.

I told him the thing that had long bothered me.

He reached for his bag

Took out something and lifted it up.

“My daughter” he called my name

Showed me what he got.

Locking his eyes with mine, he asked,

“Daughter, is this the one you have been seeing so often?”

“Oh, oh…” I stared at the object, it was a book;

Gripping the arms of my chair, I uttered

“OLAM?”

He said calmly, “You saw a vision, my daughter” 

“OLAM”, “is this the one you saw my dear?”

"OLAM" 

Right then and there

The book cover has a similarity  as what I had seen.

“OLAM”- The Ancient Path

Green fields and a long white path;

It turned to be  comprehensible

What I have been seeing is

A vision, indeed, a vision!

A vision I long to see... time and time again.

But I am still bedazzled and puzzled,

What was that all about?

The green fields and long white path.

Until this moment I haven’t had the  answer as to what it was!

The vision flashed in 2006

Revised February, 2019

Revised March 21, 2023

 Eden Soriano Trinidad, Philippines

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Eden Soriano Trinidad (Philippines), is being labelled with “a Global iconic high esteemed personality from the Philippines”. Officially recognized as an author, writer translator by the National Book Development Board of the Philippines (NBDB). https://www.facebook.com/edensoriano.trinidad.56

THE PLANET OF THE MIRACLE

Thank you my Lord

for the chance you give me! Thank you, nature

for having me chosen!

The moments of my existence wander helplessly for no reason. They express my feelings

that are scattered here and there.

I try to collect their pieces

and form a transparent picture. New feelings though

dissolve all previous ones!

I suffer and seek recklessly their meaning.

My eyes are not adequate for me to follow

your magical glow.

I therefore transform into a strange body so as to be carried away

in space

through the colourful planets of the senses,

like the dolphin that dances the eternal dance of love.

JOHN KARAJOLI, Greece

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JOHN KARAJOLI is a Greek poet, born in Syria on 09/01/1951 in Efrin city , north of Aleppo. His family is of Kurdish origin. He spent his early childhood in the city of Efrin where his father served as e Prefect. His mother, Amine Cheicho, was a gifted and charismatic woman ,with numerous artistic qualities . His father , Adnan Karajoli, was a writer- lawyer who fought for the rights of the beloved Syrian people .In the spring of 1955 the Karajoli family was relocated to Damascus , where they had previously resided. He had the opportunity to study in beautiful Romania, at the Bucharest Dentistry School .

DREAMS

Dream is the game of 

 stray sleep

 And deep sleep has no time

 for crazy   dreams

  But everyone enjoy dreams

 even birds,animals and trees

  but it doesn't chase dreams

Dream is a wonder

of fantasy  world

 but cannot be lived in 

When you wake up

pocketing a treasure of jewels

in your dream

The glass marbles

of the children's play

at home

begin to laugh loudly.

But dreams of life

can come true

if the God of efforts

is with you.

-----

Sudhakar Gaidhani, India

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Sudhakar Gaidhani, India is a national and International awards winner poet with 3 honorary Doctorates- in- Literature. Poems are translated into 34 languages.

"The Reality of Dreams"

Dream is rare

Has been seen by the awakened

No time to see,

Day or night

The thoughts fight

To be reality

Dreams are secrets,

Which hide in our soul 

To make us aware

Oh, wise human

Do you have a goal?

Some dreams came from paradise,

Some from hell.

Don't be sad,

Or happy

Just be thoughtful

And follow it 

Awake and get up 

Sit, sit 

And recite His name,

Because dreams are 

Are not same

Don't over think

Because these are like a game,

Sometimes you win 

Sometimes you lose 

Just do good.

Drama is the reality of our inner circle,

Think positive and speak

Everything will be fine

Although we are sinful,

But He will forgive us

As He Does at our every breath.

Some dreams can be true,

With the living spirit of the dreamer 

So let them come...

And ready to face

The truth of our truth.

Shahid Abbas, Pakistan

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Shahid Abbas is a multi-awarded International Author and Poet from Karapla, Tandlianwala Faisalabad Pakistan. He is the author of "Words from Nature" and the co-author of "We Speak In Syllables".

Dreams Within Dreams 

Reflection of your angel face

Clears the shadow on my heart-

And swiftly unveils the mystery

Beneath the anatomical chart!

Shape of your hour-glass body

Makes me feel like to dance-

And the bounce of every ounce

Drags me down to a romance!

As the moments go by softly,

I feel your magical touch-

And drown with my crown

With a feeling and as such!

Swings of your curly hair

Along the moonlit kiss-

Throttle the gears of my heart

That I can’t afford to miss!

You trail me from top to bottom,

Even from front and behind-

And make me speechless

With a restless mind!

I watch your eager ageless eyes

With a longing to have you now-

But can’t express it in words:

Why, when, where and how!

Your silhouette love engulfs me

In a hurry and shameless way-

So I feel like to dance with you

Without a delay or mental sway!

Brooding dusk seems to cloak

Around your evening gown-

And I watch hands of clock

Till the witty sun goes down!

The fire on mental floor

Begins to toss and turn-

And I see rhythms on your lips

Giggle with a silent churn!

So now I know your true love,

And feel the presence as well-

To energize me from today until tomorrow,

Where my dreams within dreams will dwell!!

“Milestone”

______

If Dreams were Horses

Dreams play an integral part
In everyone's life for sure-
But their fulfillment may vary
With demands, simple or pure!
We don't possess the power
To control our dream-
And often end up with despair,
Followed by a scream!
A few amongst us are only lucky
To ride the gravy train-
And tackle dreams face-to-face
With profundity in brain!
Life may become monotonous
And take on a different turn-
Until passion or vitality appears,
And allow our dreams to churn!

When dreams become tangible,
Their fulfillment dictates the need-
To unfold the life's drama,
And plant the vitality seed!
Blending of fantasy with reality
Starts mythology with a hue-
And begins a fascinating journey
Along the beholders' view!
Our imagination soars and runs,
Like horses in a racing game-
And we find ourselves sailing,
When there's no one to tame!
An endless dream like horizon
Transports us to a new realm or veil-
And rejuvenates propensity of life
To compare between heaven and hail!!

Hillol Ray, USA

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Hillol Ray, USA, D.Litt., Ph.D. (Doctor of Humanity), Ph.D. (Honoris Causa), Poet Laureate, Author, is an

Environmental Engineer with U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) in Dallas, Texas. He is listed

in Who’s Who in Asian-Americans, Marquis Who’s Who in America, Who’s Who in Science and

Engineering, and Who’s Who in the World. “Wings of Time”, “Metamorphic Portrait”: : (Amazon.

Com) -recently released.

THE IGNITING SPARK

(A tribute to Dylan Marlais Thomas)

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Dylan Marlais Thomas, renowned Welsh writer and poet

Popular called as a “roistering, drunken and doomed poet”;

Caught the attention of the literary world with his writings

Shot to fame with his radio recordings and tempting musings.

Undoubtedly, he’s an accessible voice of the literary scene.

As the most important Welsh poets of the twentieth century

One of the great modern poets; also a real literary treasury;

Dylan excelled in writings, yes while he was still a teenager,

Waves of pleasantness he spread in the hearts of every reader.

Undoubtedly, he’s an accessible voice of the literary scene.

With his Welsh hymns and songs Dylan stole millions of hearts

With poems on childhood and teenage he inspired several hearts;

Even as a freelance journalist for years, he left an indelible mark,

As actor, writer, producer, set painter, he was the igniting spark.

Undoubtedly, he’s an accessible voice of the literary scene.

Sadly but, the merciless fate snatched him at a young age

But, his unique write-ups still receive unparallel patronage,

The day-to-day sufferings never dampened Dylan’s spirit,

And, he never gave-up his passions till he breathed his last.

Yes, Dylan Marlais Thomas, a dream of millions of hearts.

Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana, INDIA

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 Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana is a writer, poet and reviewer, hailing from Hyderabad City, Telangana State, INDIA. During his 30-year spent with poetry, Ashok’s message-oriented poems have the unique distinction of getting published in no less than 90 countries.  He relentlessly contributes poetry on themes viz., Universal Peace, World Brotherhood, Environment Consciousness, Protection of Nature, Safeguarding Children’s and Human Rights for promoting world harmony, literature and culture etc.  He is conferred with several prestigious national and international awards that include eight Doctorates, lots of laurels, commendations and titles etc. https://worldpeacepoetry.com/