ONCE IN A BLUE MOON

Once in a blue moon
Once in a blue moon,
I find myself with his sweet and sour memories,
Which gives me a little pain but a great pleasure,
When I want to keep it forever,
It becomes null and void thereafter.

Once in a blue moon,
I think about my childhood
Why there was no desire,
Only existed pleasure and pleasure.
When I want to fill myself as a child,
Everything nowadays goes wild.

Once in a blue moon,
I search for the radiance of my soul,
Which is a part and parcel of my body as a whole.
When I want to feel its presence,
Everytime I confront with the lovely imbalance.

For once in a blue moon
I want my ambitions to be fulfilled,
For once in a blue moon
Uniqueness occupies my mind
And subject me in a softer wind.

Lopamudra Pal

Lopamudra Pal is professionally working as a teacher. She is an enthusiastic writer, painter and vlogger. She loves to spend time in nature and with her family. She is always open to new and creative stuff. Reach out to her on Instagram, HERE.

PLANET GAIA

Earth, a divine fragmentary
astronomical object with a leap year in February
comprises of lakes and valleys
testifying the bloody war of glories
flowering fields with past miserable stories
swirling wind, swaying trees, running streams
reminding Newton’s monotonous theories.

Mind is a fecund location
where thoughts drizzle with temptation
but there’s a strange sensation
of escaping to a new world, a new destination
unescorted by manipulation and discrimination
just a modish world of fascination
against all accusations and suppositions.

In a utopian world full of ease
where perfection will be at its peak
with no hovels, just perfect mansions
nice and unique
only new moments, memories and happiness to seek
So, let’s imagine peace where doom will be at our services without displease.

Far from reality
a planet undefined
a place with no science,
no secret grand design
just an appetency of mine
due to barbarity of time
A new Planet, a new music, a new shrine.
Planet Gaia, would be its name
a flawless dwelling for human kind.
It’s a dream that I see
every day, every night and every time.

Saniya Firdaus

Saniya Firdaus is an intern in a Software Company, but as far as her passion is concerned she dreams of becoming an author, a poet, a limitless bird. Reach out to her on Instagram, HERE.

ENORMITY

Hey stop! You don’t know that you’re a girl.
You cannot fight,
fighting back is not your right.
You cannot raise up your voice,
as the society has not given you the choice.
Though you’re born and brought up in a shell,
yet the society will never listen to your yell.
The dress code you wear,
sends a monster within to plunge into the depths and stare.
The way you speak,
seems to be the advantage of being so weak.
If you move with a ‘un tatouage’ and ‘rouge sang’ lipstick,
‘Look! she is characterless’, according to society’s strategy and tactics.
Not only you, many are out there, who are probably so scared.
This is how society slams girl’s character blindly through their vision,
by pouring artesia drugs instead of anesthesia like a poison.
Whether it’s temple, road, bus or even house,
the act of enormity for women have no pause.
Whether she is on her monthly cycle or normal days,
they tries to attack her in several ways.
Men full of lust desperate enough to grab and force on God’s creation,
by making her the victim of vexation.
By making her a mere toy,
they uses her for joy.
Her consent get scatters,
and her pleas doesn’t matters.
She feels them as masters,
powerful enough to give their orders.
Being someone’s son, father and brother,
they outrage her instead of being their protector.
Without shyness they perform so disgraceful activity,
by making their mother’s existence  filthy.

Don’t be a victim of your fear and soulful cries,
rather develop your faith and trust to arise.
Lift your arms more,
save yourself and learn to fight to endure.
Educate yourself as knowledge only delivers light,
it’s time to stand up and fight for your rights.

Deena Bhattacharjee

Deena Bhattacharjee, a 23-year old Bengali girl is born and brought up in Jamshedpur famously known as Steel City. She has done Masters in Chemistry from Central University of Jharkhand and presently involves in writing. She is the author of the book, “The Soulful Words“. You can contact her on Instagram – HERE.

TRUE HAPPINESS…

In quest of happiness…
I searched the whole world,
Tasted the things forbidden,
Lost my identity,
Faked my originality,
Ignored the true love,
Trusted on people,
Rested on feelings,
Vested on worthless,
Lusted after fame,
Wasted the precious,
Neglected the important.

Then, One day…
I came to myself, when...
Things didn’t work the way I thought-
Identity ruined,
Love deceived,
People failed,
Feelings betrayed,
Things depleted,
Fame faded,
Excitement ended,
Treasures lost,
status declined,
Time slipped off.

  At that moment I realised…
True happiness is not in any…
Object…. circumstances….relationships…
Rather it lies in…
Accepting the God-given,
Abiding in God alone,
Resting upon His provision,
Trusting His decisions,
Exploring His greatness,
Considering His works,
Hearing His voice,
Obeying His words,
Performing His will.
Realising His peace.

© Susan Rout

Susan was born and brought up in Balasore. She went to St. Vincent Convent Sr. Sec. School. She passed intermediate from FM junior college, Balasore. Now, pursuing B.Ed in FM autonomous college. Her poem won the second place for her in the contest. The personal relationship between a human and God was quite relatable for the readers.

TIME

Birth and Beginning,
Conception and Inception,
Onset and Origin,
Time has seen it All.

Death and destruction,
Conclusion and Climax
Termination and Extinction,
Time will see it All.

The Unfolding of the Millenia,
The Episodes of History,
The Occasions of the Future,
The Annihilations of Civilizations,

Time is throughout,
Time flows, waiting for none,
Time is invincible,
It will never stop.

Karmant Khimasia

This poem won the first place in the contest organized by Candles Online for its simplicity and meaningful composition and presentation. This poem is written by a young 12th Class Science student Mr. Karmant Khimasia from Rourkela, Odisha. You can find his poems on his Instagram profile – HERE.