Nietzsche was that Poet which
Cried blood, sweat and tears
Walking that Germanic harmattan
Which the consensus wicked weep
Wavering, colluding bracks and waters

To launch out a pile
And brushes to rinse mouths
Which scent gelatinous fragrances that
Dance out the heart and purity
And wish breathing into mapped

Malactivity. Modes insist the bridals
Breed out love and care,
And hope and understanding.
Were there those chlorophyll breeds,
Heart hearth would have been

Sublime, earth beards washed clean
And the intestine pushed off
To the brim, nirvana? Scanners
Collude to yet convey hunger,
To match the matchless sticks

And to wish and growl,
And to hold those penniless
Veins those abstract arbitrations
Achieved within timely intonations
Miraculous, missive, ringing mass

The graves gravid and gowned,
Numerous necessities numbering
Knead needle nook shapes
Cushioning cachets, thrown off
Sachets in the life of being.

One is not part and parcel,
One is not a negative
To hope to be without
Waste, without fetching figures
Wiring woe wills walking wean

But to pursue out lack,
Contentment must stably stare
The face of the heart
To garner and to pounce
Minutiae unravel gravel gaunt.

Verily, life itself spells spook
Personalities, tint the bottling
Beards bead connote uphold
To show and to muster
Minutes, seconds, searching.

When Love Meets Us                                  
                                                          
Everyone longs for love,
searching far for its radiant flame.
But love is not a roadside gem,
nor found in sunsets or science’s name.
 
It hides not in beauty’s shallow face,
but calls from deeper, higher grace.
A rose blooms when love is near,
fed by care, sunlight, and cheer.
 
Love is compassion, gentle and true,
without which no life can renew.
Beyond the fence, a rose may say:
“I see love, I hear love, I love it each day.”
 
Its price is not wealth, nor power’s disguise,
but pride surrendered, and hearts made wise.
Love does not come from law or decree,
It blooms within, where the soul is free. 

Poet Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol is a Korean author and poet, born in Jeju City, South Korea, in 1964. He began writing in 1993, publishing his first short story, “Song of Shuba,” at the age of twenty-nine. He released a collection of short stories in 2005 and has since won eight literature awards and published more than twelve books. From 2009 to 2014, he served as a member of The Writers in Prison Committee (WiPC) of PEN International. Additionally, he worked as an editorial writer for JeminIlbo, a newspaper in Jeju City, Korea. He holds a PhD in Political Science and currently serves as the Vice President of The Korean Institute for Peace and Cooperation and vice president of Jeju PEN. Moreover, he holds the position of founding President of the Korean Association of World Literature.

Be brave woman

You are human you are worldly,
You are matriarchal, you are infantry.
You are strength and courage,
You are the first dawn,
New lining if you want.
just want to wake up
Conscious in attitude.
Speak out against brutality,
Scream against injustice,
Women need unity.
Need women awareness camps,
all around.

Date: 25.11.2025, India

Short biography: Amb. Dr. Priyanka Neogi from Coochbehar. She is an administrative Controller of United Nations PAF, librarian, CEO of Lio Messi International Property & Land Consultancy, international literacy worker, sports & peace promoter, dancer, singer, reciter, live telecaster, writer, editor, researcher, literary journalist, host, beauty queen, international coordinator of the Vijay Mission of Community Welfare Foundation of India.

Flowering fields

Flowering fields.
My soul entrances.
Endless love
haunted my soul.
Your innocent image
defeating my love.
Restless snow,
near my cottage.
I can feel your broken heart.
Cheerless image
are slow and restless.
Her revelry voice
are soundless
and naughty here.

Mrinal Kanti Ghosh, India

He is a lyricist for All India Radio Calcutta. He has written many books of poetry, novel and short story. The names of his books are as follows: 1. Atmabairi 2.Sudhu rtis jannaya (Funded by West Bengal government) 3. jodi chole jai 4. Nairite nisarga namey 5.Ami se o somudra (novel) 6. Ekhane akash nei 7.Suranjana (English and Bengali) 8.Chayapathe saresrip bikel 9.Bideshi kobita (transcription of poetry in English and Bengali) 10.Dhupchaya nir 11.Nirjan sayanhey joytshna 12. Shely 1. Bangladesh award 2.Certificate from different countries. He has given certificate. He is a musician. He plays guitar (Indian classical). His other two books are under process. He is also an Astrologer, He believes in Astrology. He also believes in Rebirth/Regeneration. The poet also wrote a rtist poetry on Rebirth/Regeneration. His other book is going to be published on Rebirth/Regeneration.

BRIGHTNESS TRIUMPHS OVER SHADOW —————–

A flicker awakens, a soft light, In the quiet of the night, as shadows move,
And shadows murmur hidden truths,
A glimmer of hope starts to appear
The moon might conceal, the stars could sorrow,
Yet light, despite its brevity, resists slumber
It twirls freely on a quivering breeze,
A quiet vow, apparent and uncommon
Within the core of the night’s hold,
Light discovers its bravery, and finds its position
One ray, a beam so radiant,
Can drive off the darkest night
For light is powerful, even when it dims,
It ascends once more, responding to invitations
And even if the night appears so endless,
The inner light will forever endure
Let the shadows dread the light,
Light will forever discover its path
And in that light, so genuine, so bright,
Darkness has no possibility of captivating.

Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta, also known as “Mewadev,” has been recognized on several prestigious platforms for his contributions to literature and the arts. Notably, the state of Birland commemorated him with a special edition postage stamp. He is the recipient of the Presidency of the International Prize De Finibus Terrae (IV edition), awarded in memory of Maria Monteduro in Italy. Dr. Gupta has been honoured with an honorary Doctorate of Literature (Doctor Honoris Causa) by both The Institute of the European Roma Studies and Research into Crimes Against Humanity and International Law in Belgrade, Republic of Serbia, and the Brazil International Council CONIPA and ITMUT Institute. In addition to his literary achievements, Dr. Gupta was awarded the Uttar Pradesh Gaurav Samman in 2019, further solidifying his impact on regional and international platforms. Currently, he holds the position of the 3rd Secretary-General of the World Union of Poets, serving from December 30, 2017, through December 31, 2024. His role in this organization is pivotal, reflecting his commitment to advancing the global literary community.

Dr. Gupta is an accomplished author of eight books and the editor of twenty-seven volumes, showcasing his extensive contribution to literary scholarship. Beyond his literary pursuits, he serves as the principal of S.K. Mahavidyalaya, Jaitpur, Mahoba (U.P.), and resides in Banda, Uttar Pradesh, India. For further engagement, he can be reached via his social media profiles at facebook.com/brajeshg1, or through email at dr.mewadevrain@gmail.com. His work and legacy are also featured on www.mewadev.com.

ITS INVISIBLE FORM

He sits on the
calm soil
and listens to the aftershocks
vibrations of the lyrics
just as it pulsates
the pen before swimming
in ink
Then he drinks bitterly.
water from the
soul of the trees
and at that time
a drop of sorrow
he wet his drunkenness
coat…
The cloud moved.
which calmed down today
nature, calm down
the cataclysmic emotions
from the breasts of the mountains…
He then sits on a stool.
and paints its form
above the portrait
of loneliness…
He stands speechless nearby
in the quiet heart
of a sea
which every
so much
slaps him
with its wave
to remember her form again!..-

Petros Kyriakou Veloudas was born in Agrinio in 1977. He holds a degree in humanities from the Department of Greek Culture of the Hellenic Open University of Patras and is a businessman and preschool teacher by profession. He is the European ambassador of Greek poetry in Romania, an academic poet at the AMCL Academy of Poetry and Philology in Brazil. Member of the international poetry societies WORLD SOCIETY OF POETS-WSP, WRITERS UNION, International Association of Greek writers-DEEL. His literary-poetic work is included in the Great Encyclopedia of Modern Greek Writers HARI PATSI, as well as in many Greek and international poetry anthologies, he has won 57 international poetry awards and his poems have been translated into many languages. Poems are read by the Chilean radio station His lyrics were set to music by Greek composers and his songs are posted on youtube. His poems have been published in local newspapers of Agrinio such as (MACHITIS, AGGELIA, PALMOS).

Owl and Theory of Fall

Late spring’s midday. Quickly the owl flew
Out of the hole of the tree. Like every day.
Sat on the branch of a nearby rain tree.

Wary glance by wifely eye- truly Stretching.
By these few days she realizes someone
Fallen in love with her.

Interrupted intimacy- fleet lyrics all the leaves
Of the nearby Mahogany tree begin to fall
It keeps standing bare bodily like Adam-
Eaten forbidden fruit.

In shameless posture what is it thinking?
Does it have any senses- or any thoughts?
Should I ask Sir Jagadish Chandra Bose?

The trees have life – what needs to prove it!
Directly we sense a tree grows, buds, and
Bears fruit – even dies.

Who knows, maybe the word ‘life’ is more
Theoretical and analytical; Maybe they have
Sensation – language and love too.

Not a single leaf left- is this how leaves fall?
In a rustle. Together. As if the tree says- falls,
They fly too. Even cross the border in groups.

However, this is leaf falling – not uprooting.
Uprooted is the tree that wants to exist
Even after it expires!

Creates secret cells in its septic body to have
A safe factory of producing senseless owls
To run an arbitrary anarchy of crows-vultures.

The owl looks bored at my indifference.
Went back to its hole. Perhaps moodily.
Smoothly. Since not a single stone fell.
No one threw- no naughty boy.

The mahogany leaves surround me at all.
But, captured my thoughts by a group of
Owl men who are emerging from the hole
Of the tree evicted recently.

The tree is evicted – not really uprooted.
Sprouted roots in the lingering darkness
Still sigh throughout the entire country.

Brief Biography: Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah from Bangladesh, is a globally published, awarded and translated world-renowned poet, versatile writer, translator, editor, peace ambassador and philosopher. He is the president of the Poetry and Literature World Vision. His published books so far 21 on poetry, prose and story. He is the editor of encyclopedic anthology volumes World Contemporary Poets. He is published in world reputed anthologies, magazines, newspapers, journals, channels, tv’s and radio, and translated in 55 languages of the world. He is featured and awarded as a Global Poet, Elite Diamond Writer, Golden Eagle, White Eagle, Golden Heart, World best personality etc.