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KRITYA2008
An International
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Death is a
difficult thing for everyone, but poetry tries to go beyond the
death. It explains different dimensions of the death, the death
in war is cruelty but death in old age is liberation. Poetry
goes beyond the relief even and tries to go in search of a new
world. Poetry walks towards liberation through pain; it searches
for beauty in every pain and sorrow. Poetry is not short-term
emotions, which survive only for some time, but it is a
combination of thought, emotion and life experience.
In the time of marketing, when physical wealth is dominating
every aspect of life, poetry is losing its real meaning. Isn’t
our duty to bring back its position in society? Kritya is trying
to relate poetry to common people. We invite you all to join us
in this noble cause.
Rati Saxena
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Farewell stained loss
Saturated hope broke off into face
And yet courage--inward only
Endure the hour which exists inside you now
Bobbi Lurie
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the tree
of
knowledge
is really
the tree
of pain
& the
tree doesn't
fall far
from
the god
Rob Plath
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Six dreary years have expanded
the calluses on his young fingers.
He likes to feel the frail pages
of a book he gathered from a garbage
bin. Its binding has given away.
He cannot conceive all of the words.
The pictures are still bright
A Santa smiles, a Jesus bleeds,
a flute player rests his mouth
on the lip-plate, eyes closed.
Arunansu Banerjee
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The
melancholy, love, flight, light are the favourite subjects in
the Dumitru D. Ifrim's poetry. Like in a gliding musical armony,
these themes are recovering through each other, reaching
themselves to one another book. These themes are found in all
his books, in the haiku books published and in the ones left in
the manuscript, too. The melancholy of the love, or the light of
the solitude can definite his poetry.
The first book by Dumitru D. Ifrim published in 19831 is named A
fugue of the Melancholy. A composition, of the soul's image. A
book about the love and loneliness. On the first page of the
book, this line~ III am what I will be when I'll leave my
body.!1 The flight that liberates the body from the earth. The
melancholy and the solitude of this flight.....
Dumitru D.lfrim
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there is a winter solstice
carrying the promise
of another spring
and a Christ within
willing to be born.
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Like a tree whipped by winds
a saint leads a twisted life,
turning time and again
towards light to straighten
until, beyond the pull of opposites,
she glows like a sun.
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I had exotic plumage once
soft, brilliant green, gold, red
I turned into a swallow
frail and lice-ridden
What was I thinking?
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A crane
flaps its wings,
sudden rain,
out of blue ripples a fish rises, turns --
White cat in the window
spots a sparrow
leaps like a shadow.
A plane trailing smoke
purrs overhead.
Joneve McCormick
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With sharp shafts of
mango-blossoms in his hand,
and the bow-string of humming black beas,
Aye! rending asunder the heart with love-darts,
Sweet heart! Warrior spring has come.
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Donating new flowers to trees, lotus blooms to ponds,
Beauty to nights, and fragrance to the breeze,
Loveliness to days, and voluptuous
lust to the damsels,
Rendering girdle's-Iuster to the quivering ripples,
Sweet moon's resplendence to the woman's face,
And blossom's thrill to the mango trees,
Spring comes bestowing new life to all.
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The harems are cooled by the mist,
Fresh champakal lends fragrance to
the heads of women,
And damsels wear garlands of lovely flowers,
On their hips are scarlet kusumbha2 skirts,
And kumkum hued vests cover their breasts,
Lustfully they adorn their ears with karnikara,
Rituu-samhaara-KALIDASA,
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