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Showing posts with label Peace Poetry. Show all posts

Poetry as a Medium of Peace - Guest Editorial

Paramita Mukherjee Mullick

“Peace is the first shower on the scorching earth.

Peace is like a new life, a baby’s birth.

Peace is the chirping of birds in the morn.

Peace is after darkness, the dawn.”

With these few lines from a poem of mine I tried bringing in the essence of peace. But peace is difficult to define it is like love…it is intangible and not visible and also like love, crucial for human existence and development. Without peace there can be no advancement of an individual, without peace a nation cannot grow and without peace the world cannot progress and prosper. Unity and kindness to others is the core of peace. So Dalai Lama says, “Peace is the manifestation of human compassion”. The Bible says, “In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety”. Safety and security of all is ensured when there is peace.

AI has brought in so much of progress and development in our lives but we are scared that one day AI may be more powerful than us but no, AI can never be greater than human intellect and human emotions. Poetry is an amalgamation of emotions and intellect. So, can poetry bring in peace? Great philosophers, great scientific minds, poets and singers have repeatedly expressed that peace is a conscious decision. In the present scenario, where some parts of the world are still ravaged by war; terrorism still destroys cities and humans still lacerate the dignity of their own kind, we need peace. Poetry may not be a direct instrument of peace but can surely inspire and ignite people’s imagination and empathy towards peace. In poetry, varied and numerous thoughts can be expressed through few words. Poetry touches the hearts of people much quicker than a sermon or a speech. The words of poets have brought in many a revolution and rebellion against atrocities. Their words and expressions have brought in many changes. So quoting a Sama Veda mantra I will say Poetry is “The Sun in seeing; like Fire in brilliance; like Lord Brihaspati in intellect; like the Ashwins in beauty; like Indra-Agni in strength”. So with brilliance, strength, intellect and beauty Poetry is surely a medium of peace.

September being a special month of Peace as 21st September is celebrated as the International Peace Day, Setu worships Peace through Poetry. Twenty one brilliant poets from all around India and the world have come together to usher in peace with their emotions, their expressions and their words. It was a wonderful and enriching experience to go through their poems. Some have brought in the conservation aspect when peace prevails. Some have used lingering imagery to beautify peace. Scenes of Mahabharata have been reproduced by some to collate with peace. Again the aspect of inner peace has been put forward by some. Yes inner peace is the most essential component of world peace. Buddha says, “Peace comes from within and not without”. The calm and peace of the inner being diffuses all around like a fragrant perfume, to the society, to the community and to the world.  The beauty, the strength and power of their poetry will certainly stir our thoughts and we will be more conscious about bringing in and spreading peace around.

I am humbled and honoured to have guest edited this section of peace poetry in the September issue of Setu. I am grateful to the Setu team. 

Paramita Mukherjee Mullick

SWAPNA BEHERA, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Swapna Behera
A   midnight agreement of peace

In the dusky corner of the globe sleeps a seed 
a jerk, a crack, layers of crumpled cells alienated
to decipher the midnight agenda of peace
two leaves will come out
to touch the sky piercing 
toxic ether, five elements,
toxic relationship or toxic digital footsteps 
roots will go down to reach the legacy of love
the silent agreement on the soil
are the leaves safe? 
Wake up dear all 
a poet needs a paper
a student needs a life skill 
a granny needs a support system 
a baby in the refugee camp needs milk
where is the story teller?
The little plant coronates in sync with the heart
never knows who is ready to be a martyr for peace 
as peace is a sojourn journey and not the destination
eternal rhythm dances from the courtyard to the graveyard…. 
 
 

When peace speaks…

When peace speaks silently
the whole world listens
the audacity fills each hungry stomach.
 
When peace sings
the soldier writes the resolution 
no wreaths: no blood shed
the lost languages fill the dictum of themes.

When peace commands
each bomb cell dies 
to resurrect as a holy basil. 

When virgin eyes of peace look
values become classical songs
the stars announce the Anthem of liberty.

When peace stands on the traffic square 
ethics march forward 
towards the goal crossing all boundaries. 

 

Profile:
Swapna Behera is a trilingual poet, translator, eco activist, peace ambassador, educationist, editor from Odisha and author of seven books of different genres including one on children’s literature and environment. She is the recipient of International Ugadi award 2019, honoured from Gujarat Sahitya Akademi 2022, 2021, Honoured Poet of India from Seychelles Government and International awards from Algeria, Morocco, Kajhakhstan, modern Arabic Literary Renaissance of Egypt, Argentina etc. Her poem A NIGHT IN THE REFUGEE CAMP is translated into 67 languages. At present she is also the Cultural Ambassador for India and South Asia of Inner Child Press USA.

SREETANWI CHAKRABORTY, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Sreetanwi Chakraborty
The Giant Wheel 

They say the potential lady warrior on the billboard 
built the giant wheel 
to take us to London. 
Her smile is infectious, she moves the wheel
with almond-milk fingers, lacquered, 
manicured nails that showcase
dreams of the sky and orchid patchworks on frozen toe.
Children of cannibal father’s queue near the wheel 
to sing songs of broken cabins 
and gondolas with azure tattoos on the oar.
The giant wheel faces the tarpaulined cityscape 
pregnant with letters from unwed mothers of the war.
The children ascend the giant wheel 
of the Pushya nakshatra
As the warrior lady scoops out
Belladonna pods from the crevices of the amorphous soil. 





Days when you stopped calling

Words, phrases, sound of unspoken healing 
and termite-eaten mania of the sultry days 
healed me to consciousness. 
You were not there, you never were. 
You were the Buddha, Sujata’s Amitabha, 
hymnal chants orchestrating into my ashen body,
camouflaging tears on my altar
burnt-out camphor and incense sticks 
bought from the North-Kolkata dashakarma shop.
Evenings when you stopped calling, 
froze into a masquerade.
you smiled invisibly,
With an arsenal under your oversized cloak
and a cobra on a magnetic field 







Profile:
Sreetanwi Chakraborty is an Assistant Professor in Amity Institute of English Studies and
Research, Amity University Kolkata. She is also the chief editor of a bilingual, biannual journal
Litinfinite. Her works have also been published in Ekdin, Uttarer Saradin, Setumag, Dainik Gati, The Darjeeling Chronicle, Darjeeling Times, POL, The Dhaka Review, The Dhaka Tribune, Outlook India, The Times of India, The Daily Bhorer Alo (Bangladesh), Muse India, Kochi Post, Kavya Bharat. She has been a poet and session moderator at the Chandrabhaga Poetry Festival. Her book The Sleeping Beauty Wakes Up: A Feminist Interpretation of Fairy Tales received the ‘Rising Star’ non-fiction award in New Town book fair in 2019. She has two sole poetry books 
Her latest work is ‘Rhododendrons’, a novella. One of her paintings has been selected by Sahitya Akademi as the cover design for Prachi


SANTOSH BAKAYA, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Santosh Bakaya
Fears 

I was on a luxurious ship, fascinated by its tantalizing aura.  
There was an interplay between darkness and light. 
Now and then, a soft tender breeze caressed my cheek.  
Suddenly darkness had the upper hand, and it closed in; 
there was a cacophonous din. 

A vicious gale followed. Was it my imagination 
or was the ship really plunging and jerking? 
Was calamity lurking in some corner?
Shreds of morose whimpering fell into my ears. 
Was some malevolent monster stoking my fears? 
Clawing away at the tapestry of peace?
“Save us! Save us.” Frantic folks flailed their arms, 
pleading, beseeching, fearful. 
Was all a reflection of my inner turmoil, 
a snake uncoiling, coiling, blood boiling. 
Peace torn asunder. 
Realization dawned. Someone was mocking 
me for my vulnerabilities; knocking me off my sensibilities. 

Ah, the Darkness vanished. The light fell on my scars.
It was bizarre, but where were the stars? 



Tears 

While the bedraggled six year old, 
hunted for the lost marble eye of her rag- tag doll,
her crestfallen father, pale, tear- streaked, 
frantically hunted for his missing wife  
under the debris of shattered buildings. 
He looked up for succor, but could see only drones. 
Hear only drones, rumbling sinister messages. Wrathful. 
In the din, his pleas and moans got drowned. 
He slumped on the ground, but, with a firm resolve,
soon got up and with leaden steps, queued up for food. 
You cannot hunt for your loved ones on empty stomachs, can you? 
 
An army truck with rocket launchers rumbled through the lanes. 
In a scene of stunning surreality, 
bruised, battered and bloodied peace could be seen scurrying away, 
tears trickling down its cratered cheeks.  
Death, standing akimbo, flaunted its muscles, 
guffawing over the plight of a haunted town,
missile paths, wrecked buildings and drone bases.  
A jet roared overhead; a scared husband, looked 
at his heavily pregnant wife, and helplessly beat his forehead.


Profile:
Dr. Santosh Bakaya is a poet, essayist, novelist, biographer, TEDx speaker and has written twenty three books across different genre. Ballad of Bapu, and Only in Darkness can you see the Stars [Biography of Martin Luther King Jr] have won international acclaim. “What is the Meter of the Dictionary?” is her latest solo book of poetry. She has won awards like the Reuel International Award [Poetry, 2014], Setu Award for ‘stellar contribution to world literature’ [2018] and Eunice D’Souza Award, 2023(WE Literary Community)

SANKALPITA MULLICK, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Sankalpita Mullick
What is peace?

When one is young one cheapens peace, takes it for granted like it is always there. 
You don't know what peace is if unless something goes amiss. 
When one is older one sees peace in a new light. 
It is born of violence. ..it is not the default state; it often comes from a fight, 
Histories of bloodshed and violence and war and peace to show for. 
When one is old one understands peace is the cuckoo singing.
Peace is the rustling of the leaves as the sweet song vibrates through the tree.
But when one is old one sees the broken eggs of the crow that were pushed out of the nest to make way for the cuckoo to grow and sing. 
Peace is painful and violent and disturbing sometimes but peace is ultimately being free.



The birth of peace

There is a misconception, a really deep rooted lie
That peace is born of cowardice, of letting things go by and by.
But peace is not a warrior, who was shot behind his back,
Peace is not running or about yelling to attack. 

Peace is born of kindness, incubated in warmth.
Peace is not the aftermath of a long drawn out mess.
Peace is the state one reaches when the soul settles well,
When the outer disturbances quieten and the inner turmoil quell.

Peace cannot be the default after a great war.
Shouts that ring through the battlefield by a mother to find her son whose only remnant was clothes that tore.
Screams of homes being broken and people being thrown out.
Peace is not the advent of the external power struggles and the inevitable famine, and drought.

What we get wrong about peace is choosing heroes and villains, which is often for nought,
Because peace is not a battle that can be fought.
Peace is not about being the best, about who ultimately wins the challenge.
Peace is all about togetherness, about learning to do what is right without glorification, to find between strife and joy, an acceptable balance.





Profile:
Sankalpita Mullick is a freshly turned 22 old author and law student. She has won national debate championships and has been awarded scholarships for creative writing by Hindustan Times and LaughGuru. She has been a part of an editing team for a book about Supreme Court, High Court, and Trial Court petitions. Her first book “Metamorphosis-Legends Come to Life” was published when she was 14. She has an online writing forum called “Mind Melt Worldwide” with her friends from 10+ countries, whom she met during her time at a scholarship program at the University of Iowa, awarded to her by the United States State Department. She is passionate about social justice and the law. She partakes in fellowships and social justice initiatives to help make a difference within the community.

SANJUKTA DASGUPTA, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Sanjukta Dasgupta
In search of peace

Sabre-rattling
Groans of drones
Zooming of bombs and bullets
Those divine teardrops 
Glistening dewdrops 
Heal the angry hungry earth
The calm ragged shawl of peace  
Stretches itself like a desperate mother
Soothing the grumblings, rumblings
Crumbling of a sadist-masochist
Homicidal- suicidal suffering earth



Kurukshetra - the killing field

At midnight that night
The mother of a hundred dead sons
Looked up at the midnight blue sky
Crying out in futile protest
Raising her arms towards the azure tent
She wept, crumpled, destitute
The statuesque corpses
Of her one hundred sons
Strewn caveats, signposts of folly
Blood drenched, perhaps penitent
Now set to rest forever
Serene, calm, composed
Peace was restored at the price
Of rivers of blood
Sanity reinserted itself
Peace like a healing balm
Soothed the open wounds

At the gentle touch of restorative peace
The scorched and bloodied earth
Throbbed with the joy of resurrection
The green tender grass blades 
Pierced through the enduring earth
Like flags of promise 
Hailing a saner world.


Profile:
Dr. Sanjukta Dasgupta, Professor and Former Head, Dept of English and Former  Dean, Faculty of Arts, Calcutta University and Fulbright Fellow. She is a poet, short story writer, critic and translator. She was a member of the General Council of Sahitya Akademi New Delhi and Convenor, English Advisory Board, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi. She is the President of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Kolkata. She received the WE Kamala Das Poetry Award in 2020 and the ETHOS Literary Award in 2022.
Dasgupta has 26 published books. Her eight published books of poetry are Snapshots (1997), Dilemma (2002), First Language (2005), More Light (2009), Lakshmi Unbound (2017) Sita’s Sisters (2019) Unbound: New and Selected Poems edited by Jaydeep Sarangi and Sanghita Sanyal (2021), Indomitable Draupadi  (2022). Her poems have been translated in German, Serbian, Bengali, Hindi, Punjabi, Kashmiri and Tamil.

SANGEETA GUPTA, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Sangeeta Gupta
‘Make peace' with yourself

We cannot go back in time
and undo or do things
to end our suffering 
we can only look back
with compassion
and accept all that happened
good, bad and ugly.
It is not possible
to dig your wounds
and act differently one more time
just one more time
to set it right for once
we have to move on with our lives
we can forgive each other
we can forgive ourselves
we can stop beating
ourselves forever. 
We can learn to make
peace with our past
and live in here and now
we are not sure
of our next breath
why look back and
replay the old drama again
and yet again
move on, move on, move on
that is the only way.



FOUNDATION OF PEACE

Love is
the foundation of peace
When there is love
in the hearts
there is tranquility
not blood and killing
let there be
millions of guards
on the borders
soul will meet
the soul anyway
there are more verses
than bullets
don't spend yourself
in ruining oneself
or ruining others
come lets write
stories of life
word by word
verse by verse
forget bitterness
lets open all doors
once again
for love.



Profile:
Sangeeta Gupta is a film maker, artist and a poet. She is a Delhi based bilingual poet with 25 published books to her credit; it includes a collection of short stories and 14 anthologies of poems in Hindi. Ten of her books of poems are translated in German, Greek, Mandarin, English, Bangla, Dogri, Tamil and Urdu. She also has held 36 solo exhibitions of her paintings and has directed, shot and scripted 30 documentary films, seven of them are in the collection of Library of Congress, Washington.

ROHINI BEHERA, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Rohini Kumar Behera
Peace through poetry 

I set out to find world peace
First let us bow down our 
Ego, pride and selfishness 
One last time there’d be peace 
Let’s believe, it may last forever 
Be at peace, from doubt and fear 
For my life is infinite to surrender 
Peace is like a musical bell
Which is everything we find well
A rich man helping a poor 
All people helping each other 
A heart understanding another 
Let all proclaim together 
There is peace in our land. 
     


Poetry ushers peace 

Let us join hands for peace 
May peace flourish in the world. 
Peace is laughter like a musical bell
Peace is sought after through poetry
It’s found in a poetic heart 
With olive leaves in its beaks.
We should live it while alive. 
It was the peace with a pace 
I saw smiles with glee.
Peace opens a way to change 
Harmony is so very lyrical 
Peace rewards man who does his best
The world then fills with happiness.
           



Profile:
Rohini Kumar Behera has retired from government of Odisha. He is a featured poet of Inner child press International, USA and Pentasi B separately. Motivational Strips has conferred  upon him,  golden  badge,  global  doves  of  peace,  golden  literature  award,  ambassador  de  literature,  75th Indian Independence day honour. He has also received Rabindranath Tagore memorial award and MS founder’s award 2022. The world institute of peace, Nigeria bestowed upon him ”World icon of peace, Epitome of humanity and Ambassador of peace awards. He is the author of seven poetry books. 

RITUPARNA KHAN, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Rituparna Khan
Fragrance of bliss

Her tired skin was soothed with 
soft mud of the forest floor

Best fragrance ever known to her 
was the petrichor. 

Day out in the reality of woods 
filled her with fragrance of freedom.

'Far from the madding crowd' of woody urbane
her fragrance was caressed by nature.

Nature perfumed her with the
fragrance of bliss.




My Playground 

My playground was inundated.
I wallowed in its wavy depth...
safe and in bliss.

My playground was my nestled abode.
I stretched out my arms to eternity...
carefree and happy.

My playground was my appetizer.
I was fed there with delicacies...
tastier than ambrosia.

My playground was my castled habitat.
I was protected from intrusions...
knitted to walls of caress.

My playground was my recreation.
I floated on her wings of joy...
in merriment and laughter.

My playground was my cauldron of hope.
I waited to unravel opportunities...
for creation of the new.

My playground was... is my breather forever.
I was... am blended in her with blood...
my mother's womb.


Profile:
Rituparna Khan is an Assistant Professor in Bidhannagar College, Salt Lake Kolkata. She teaches Geography and preaches poetry and other forms of creative writing. She is accredited with authoring one book of poetry, one short story and one novella. Her fourth book, a collection of stories, is in  the process and supposed to be launched in December 2023. She loves to dream and believes that  dreams come true.

PARAMITA MUKHERJEE MULLICK, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
When will all hatred cease?

When will bombs turn into flowers and guns shoot out happiness?
When will humans realise, all are one and clear all the mess?
We are neither born with differences, nor with anger.
We are the same, having the same kind of thirst and hunger.
Colours are different, but emotions are the same.
Love is the main plot of the life game.

When will cruelty turn into compassion?
Why don’t we make kindness the fashion?
We are neither born to divide, nor to fight.
We are here to spread joy with all our might.
Religions are different, but thoughts are one.
We thrive under the same Sun.

When will all jealousies and hatred cease?
When will the world be filled with peace?



When all shackles will break off

I pray that one day all shackles will break off.
The orange will blend with the green.
The whites and blacks will mingle.
Wouldn't that be a wonderful scene?

I pray that one day all shackles will break off.
Together will ring the temple, mosque and church bell.
All will be respectful to the other.
That will truly be a day swell.

I pray that one day all shackles will break off.
The layers of jealousy and hatred end.
No more criticising and judging others
That peace will reign and all will be a friend. 





Profile:
Dr. Paramita Mukherjee Mullick lives in Mumbai, India. She is a scientist, a globally loved, award winning poet; author, editor and literary curator. Her poems have been translated into 41 world and Indian languages. Her tenth book is to be released soon. Paramita promotes peace, multilingual, global and indigenous poetry.  Apart from numerous awards from Indian organisations she has received the Gold Rose from MS Productions, Buenos Aires, Argentina in 2019 and the Panorama International Literary Award, Greece in 2022. She is the President and Initiator of the Mumbai Chapter of Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library (IPPL) and the Cultural Convenor and Literary Coordinator (West India) of the International Society for Intercultural Studies and Research (ISISAR). On November 2022, she had guest edited a section on Indigenous Poetry in Setu.

NAINA DEY, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Naina Dey
The Peace Anthem  

Peace
Peace
Live in peace
Find peace in smiles
In good deeds
Find peace in truth
in a world of greed 

Peace is the balm
for hearts that bleed
Let us strive 
for a world at peace
And strife will wither
like rotten leaves



The Peaceful Life of Purr and Wag

Purr and Wag were quite a lot
They watched politics and fought and fought
They fought the neighbourhood cats and dogs
Over garbage bins and mutton chops.

Snoop shows were their next best thing
Of secret doors and poisoned pins
By family feuds they were most inspired
Paramours versus wives and trials by fire.

The whole day long they gnashed their teeth
And slyly filched each other’s feed
From dawn to dusk their owners wept
As neighbours cursed above their heads.

But Purr and Wag snored blissfully 
Life went on just perfectly.




Profile:
Dr. Naina Dey is a critic, translator and a widely anthologized creative writer. She has authored books on critical studies, translations and has three volumes of poetry.
She was awarded the “Excellence in World Poetry Award, 2009 by the
International Poets Academy, Chennai and was among a team of young Indian
writers felicitated jointly by Sahitya Akademi and Visva-Bharati University in 2010. She is currently functioning as Eastern Zonal Secretary of The Shakespeare Society of India, New Delhi. She is the concept creator of the literary and artistic organ Chamunda’s  Dream.

MEHER PESTONJI, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Meher Pestonji
Despite war… 
(For Ukraine)

Despite heaps of rubble on every street 
flowers continue their summer bloom 
peeping pink, white, yellow, maroon 
in the pervading gloom.        

Despite drones dropping bombs     
causing death, fire, fumes
each evening rises a radiant moon 
carrying light of a soon-to-be-born Sun.

Despite dark nights, fireflies sparkle
flitting from wall to windowpane
their on-off light brings wry smiles
diverting hearts from constant pain. 
    
Yes, we can surmount war madness
with Nature’s agents of healing
hang on to precarious sanity
despite hearts bleeding.

  

Behead
(For Women in Iran after Mahsa Amini)

Behead
Make headless
One body dies
Giving birth
To multiple heads
Defying the diktat
That led to the death
Of one head.



Profile:
Meher Pestonji is a veteran journalist and an excellent poet. She has the quality of making simple things beautiful with her words. She is an inspiration to younger writers. She has written numerous short stories and scripted many plays which have been dramatized on stage. Her latest book “Being human in a war zone” was released recently.

LUZ MAR├НA L├УPEZ, PUERTO RICO (Peace Poem)

Luz Mar├нa L├│pez 
Coexistence

Everything is possible
in the unreality
of space and time.

Souls thus seek 
their purest moment, 
they disprove the sabotages of destiny, 
the sorrows already written.

The essence of love is coexistence.

Without imposing silences, 
locks, fears, other words. 
It implies smiling. 
In spite of crying,
the finiteness of the instant. 

Reality is inside you, 
like the heart and the air 
that you breathe. 

The encounter. 
The kiss. 
The name of the dream 
that makes you sing.



Magnolia

Return all dreams
to Mother Earth.

Call back the birds
to their sacred dwelling,
let the magic emerge from
each flower that blooms in the air
for life can sing in the morning
as the sun arises to kiss
the soil that sprouts sustenance
and mirrors itself over the ocean.

Let all animals dwell on the land
unharmed by arrows
in soul’s harmony
for we are one with all creation
heirs of its wisdom and glory
all eternal mysteries
while love
spins vigorously
giving birth
to inner beauty!




Profile:
Luz Mar├нa L├│pez (Puerto Rico) is a bilingual author writing in Spanish and English.  She is a Poet, narrator, storyteller, editor, anthologist, translator, prologist, lecturer and international cultural promoter. She received the Kathak Literary Award, Dhaka, 2017 and Shaan-E-Adab Award, India; 2016.She has been invited to Poetry Festivals, Book Fairs, Expo-Colloquiums, Congresses in many countries. Her poetry is translated to more than 15 languages.  She has been featured in books of selected authors, literary magazines, quarterly journals, multiple anthologies and other types of publications. She is a traveler and loves to learn about diverse cultures.

KETAKI MAZUMDAR, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Ketaki Mazumdar
Reaching out for peace

My call is tender and pleading, yet…
A fiery call for evolution and mending.
The fluid world is changing,
So why can’t peace replace warring?

Let’s amalgamate all discourses, analyse all arguments,
Communicate in communities and forums of literacy…
Delete rebelliousness, power struggles, politics and spare grief.
Let’s fragrance nature and bloom peace… 
Into the nerve centres of our consciousness.
Let’s take responsibility.

In this world of innovations
Let’s live harmoniously…
Move out of the box of war and hate,
Into a calmness of a beauty of inner peace.
Let poetry and poets be a hope that tumbles into our souls



Healing Fractures

A swirl of images cast their gloomy spell.
Blue smokey sighs whisper, 
A universe blown to bits…
and fragile, hairline fractures of crusts,
revolve cynicism.
A burial of promises, logic and silent explosions… 
Like cerebral strokes and multiple profuse bleedings.

I draw back from the edge and claw at sanity.
A skyward aspiration for positivity.
I cup tolerance as a theme…
Hold on to poetry as an anchor for peace.
I pray for different religions and colours of humanity.
To let peace, leverage the universe…
Engage in the magic of a blessed feeling…
Let peace be the sparkling bioluminescence…
Of our souls.



Profile:
Ketaki Mazumdar is an award-winning author.  She writes with passion, abundance, joy and authenticity. Her poems reflect deep feelings of life, love and spirituality. She treads a magical and ancient path, hidden deep in each of us. Her work has featured in e-magazines, anthologies and poetry sites in India and abroad. Her latest book, “Woodsmoke and Embers” has been awarded, “Best Book of the Year”.

KETAKI DATTA, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Ketaki Datta
Peace be it 
                 
Peace is a five-letter word
of solace,
of beatitude,
of serenity,
of harmony,
of everything that induces a positive mind-set!

War-torn nations look for it
in the reflection of the moon,
on an autumn night.
On a famished face of a kid,
who lost his mother
to the beastly lust of a terrorist
before his eyes,
Peace comes as a slap,
as a word,
sleeping in the dull, sepia
pages of a lexicon!



Whither has Peace gone?                                

Langston Hughes raised his voice 
                  in protest against 
                  the Whites’ oppressing the Blacks!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning cried 
                 for the Italians being
                 maltreated by the Austrians!
We all cry hoarse against the Russians
                  wading in the blood
                  of the Ukrainians!
What joy do they get
          by drubbing the weak?
What delight can be had
          by boxing the ears of the meek?
 The wives, who work silently
       from dawn to dusk, 
Get beaten by the hulk incessantly,
       wrongly being taken to task!
Be at peace with yourselves, folks,
     Fetch Peace from the Heaven, if need be,
Peace is neither a magic nor a hoax,
      Try to find it in deeper within, sincerely! 


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Dr. Ketaki Datta is an Associate Professor in English of a Govt. College, Kolkata, India. She is a novelist, translator, book reviewer [with Compulsive Reader, USA, and Muse India, Hyderabad,India] and a poet. She has two novels, “A Bird Alone” and “One Year for Mourning”, the last being published by Partridge Publishing Co. USA. Her short stories have been widely anthologized. Her book of poems, “Across the Blue Horizon” was published by Feedaread Publishing, U.K. aided by Arts Council, England. Her book of poems with Prof. Wilfried Raussert has been published from Germany titled, “Urban Reflections: A Dialogue in Poetry and Photography”. Her latest book of poems is “The Music of Eternity” and she has translated three novels. She had visited Lisbon [Cidade Universitaria], Univ. of Oxford and Univ. of California [Santa Barbara] to present her research papers on invitation.

KATIE BAGLI, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Katie Bagli
The Snow Leopard

The entire village was out at once
On hearing Eenakshi’s cries aloud.
‘Thief, thief, catch him, do stop him.
He has carried away our calf Lakshmi!
They angrily pelted stones at him,
They got their vessels and made a great din.
The Snow Leopard just couldn’t comprehend
What was wrong with these two-legged men?
Why the anger, why the hue and cry?
He was only helping himself to ready dinner -
The calf, in place of the usual prey, Bharal.
Ibex and Bharal were so hard to find, 
Ever since humans settled in altitudes high,
Ever since they migrated into his territory,
No more the peace, no more the serenity.
No longer the king of his glorious realm,
Higher and higher up the mountains he leapt,
Higher and higher to the ultimate peak
Where man found impossible to reach.
With only the snow and dense white clouds,
Only the roaring winds for company, 
Where at last he felt blessed peace.



Peace in my City 

The city wore a look deserted and ghostly,
Conspicuous by the absence of vehicles.
No children playing, no vendors calling,
No drilling sounds to the ears most jarring.
Had time decided to freeze?
Had the clocks refused to tick?
In this grim and unusual scene
I dared to walk my dog Chloe.
So what if it appeared eerie, 
Chloe needed her walk daily.

An unusual peace descended on me.
The air so pure and crisp had never been.
The soft, sweetness of leaves rustling
And on the streets were boldly striding
Herons and Egrets, joyfully calling.
And along the bay, I was most amazed
To see schools of Dolphins joyfully leaping.
Does it need a lockdown to bring out Mumbai's beauty?
I could feel the peace as I had never known
In Mumbai, my cacophonic fast-paced home.



Profile:
Katie Bagli is a children’s author and nature writer, having won several awards in this field. She is also the Director, Education of Jane Goodall Institute India.She has been reaching out to schools to enroll for their Roots & Shoots Programme, inspiring youth to take action towards a better and healthier planet. When she is not writing Katie conducts workshops on creative writing. She also enjoys conducting nature walks for the young and old.

IPSITA GANGULI, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Ipsita Ganguly
War and Peace

After what seems like aeons
We sat down to broker peace.

In the backdrop
The followers of different faiths fought
baying for each other's blood!

Price of food soared to levels untouched
Voices of dissent got silenced
And intolerance became far too commonplace.

You spoke of collateral damage without batting an eyelid,
Without an iota of emotion or feelings,
Those who got crushed just didn't matter.

And yet tired of everything burning all around
We sat down and brokered peace
For old times and the times to come.

Our mellowness twirled and clinked
Like the ice in your vodka,
And the vanilla iced coffee I drank.

We brokered peace, you and I
Even while the holocaust cloud hovered above us.

 
Peaceful Moorings

Nights that strum peace
Laid out on the river
The banks submerged in tall grass
The moon hanging over
Like an ally
Watching me
Watching the moon
Remembering you
And the mellow sunlight
Caught in your whisky
That mellowness
Spread out in the setting sun
Reminding me of peace then
And my ally, the moon
Lighting up the sky tonight
The buzz and drone of the night bugs
The music of silent nights
And peaceful moorings.


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Ipsita Ganguli describes herself as a Business Consultant at sunrise and a Poet cum Travel Writer cum Heritage and Art Enthusiast at sunset. Ipsita writes...because she must. Her poems have been published in several national and international e zines and anthologies. She is also one of the main characters of the Poetry film Kolkata Cocktail. She has ideated, conceptualised and conducted a series of online Talk Shows entitled Cafe and curated offline Poetry events for Kolkata Literary Meet and at Kolkata Centre for Creativity She has authored two independent compilations of poems “Of Love, Longing and Random Pondering” and “Rooted, India 75, and We the People”.


GOPAL LAHIRI, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Gopal Lahiri
Armistice

A few words, a few lines about poetry
I already know by heart; I test it live.

Spatial metaphors for the unknown, unseen,
the beat of a surreal clock from a distant temple.

Memory and silence, if only there is a summer rain
You can erase the alphabets of suffering.

At this point of time in this stillness
And a narrow river flowing in my sleep

Between light and dark in this space
Sounds of bell tell the hour and minute.

Something is singing on the branch
The world is like a sky within us

Life knows much more than war and conflict
It’s all bliss, it’s all peace at the end.




Reward

This morning a single bird glides in the air
above the water. Thin and yellow wings.

It vanishes on the other side, it appears again
then begins to descend slowly, then it is gone

For something to do on a summer day, a squirt
of clouds drops fingers of rain on petunias

Turn off the news, erase every line of the wars,
conflicts, cyclone, viruses, skirmishes.

Discount the exile years, a series of yesterdays,
peel the memories, those sleepy and misty eyed.

Walk down the streets, so often looking up
At window sill, the rufescent past flutters there.

Imagine, our togetherness, under the blue sky
It suffices, a moment of recompense and peace.




Profile:
Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 29 books published, including eight solo/jointly edited books. His poetry and prose are published across various anthologies globally. His poems are translated in 16 languages. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021, He has received Setu Excellence award in poetry. His latest collection of poems ‘Alleys are Filled with Future Alphabets.’ has received Pan Asian Ukiyoto award.


GOPA BHATTACHARJEE, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Gopa Bhattacharjee
Flight of solitude

I took a flight, I don't know why
over the hills and valleys.
To be with you in solitude
I am so exhausted and weary.

Hummingbirds sang songs for me
the hawk was vigilant too.
I knew I lost my peace of mind
I felt so gloomy and blue.

So I took the flight, I don't know why
over the seas and oceans.
Wind cleared the sky, clouds stood by
Seagulls flew.

"There is no such thing as far away "
This truth I already know.
You are my peace engraved within me
yet I feel so low.

So I took the flight, I don't know why
above the humans below. 




Kolkata

Ceaseless rains fall on your heart
like a rhythm creates a lullaby
my city, my whore, my beloved
serenity found in your abundance.
Chimes of the day, redolence of night
from tea stalls to coffee shops
pride of the Ganges, lovers Shangri-La.
Every minute seems to challenge,
existence of human rights.
How many poems did I compose?
How many letters did I write?
How many moments have I tried saying goodbye?
Every desolate minute I turned around,
you embraced me with open breasts
My city, my whore, my beloved
In you, only you, I found solace. 



Profile:
Gopa Bhattacharjee is a bilingual poet and an entrepreneur,  a totally romantic poet who still loves the first shower of monsoons, eighty’s Hindi songs and maacher jhol bhaat (fish curry) cooked by her mother.
Her two poetry books “Unturned Verses” and “Thirty Birds” were inaugurated in Kolkata International Book Fair 2020 and 2022. She has been the featured poet in the much acclaimed Poetry film ‘Kolkata Cocktail’. National and International journals have published her verses. She has attended several poetry events all around the globe.

URNA BOSE, INDIA (Peace Poem)

Urna Bose
The Failure of Words

Pressing my palms together, the three-dimensional origami of ‘prayer’.
‘Peace’ – a bone-white synonym for phony.
Rice, turnips, last rights – hang in there Syria.
‘Humanity’ - a prescription for headlines and breaking news.
Meanwhile, my ghost awaits her turn in the queue.
‘Refugee’ – the swarming flies aren’t that, perfectly at ‘home’
in my splattered belly. The bullets cough up putrid
‘condolences’ – interchangeable for causes or chants.
Then, another word furtively slithers up my spine.
‘Please’ – an invocation to the hovering grey-mottled vulture above.



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Urna Bose is an award-winning advertising professional, writer, poet, editor, and reviewer. Her poetry has gone viral, globally. She won ‘The Enchanting Editor Award 2019’, from the Telangana Poetry Forum and the ‘Women Empowered - Scintillating Creative Impactful – Feminine Power Inspiration Award 2020’. And the prestigious Nissim International Prize for Poetry, 2021. As the Deputy Editor for Different Truths, she also devotes her time to the ‘Poet 2 Poet’ column. Urna’s advertising campaigns have won global creativity awards, and some are industry case studies.