Night

By Prabal Subedi

The soundless winter

pitch dark night

yellow stars

so beautiful

like glitters of gold

in the vast

abyss vessel.

The patience wind

chills with time

to remind me

of times I need

of times I passed.

The darkness

seems so cozy

lives up

to the hope

that sun will rise

tomorrow with a new

shine for life.

The darkness

waits

waits for

a new morning

of the golden rays

of the golden sun,

and

the blue sky

and white clouds.

It waits

patiently for the sun

for its enemy

it has to go

once it comes

it has to vanish

it has to vanquish

and no one

will remember it

for

for they need Sun

but will in

no circumstances realize

that the Sun prevails after

the night has gone.

The night yet

covers me

while I sleep

provides me with

the silence

that I feel

in my dreams,

the calmness

that I so need.

I thank you

oh “Night”

for you have

always taught me patience

for you have

made sure

that once I get up

I see the Sun

I see brightness

I see tomorrow.

Oh Night,

I wait for thee

I praise thee

I love thee!

Prabal subedi is pursuing his undergraduate degree in Jacobs University Bremen,Germany. He has taken a wonderful initiative to write this nice poem. He can be reached at pr.subedi@jacobs-university.de.

relics....

Potrait By: Shreekrishna Sharma.



-By Shashank Shrestha.

two toys... a beautiful ballerina and a fluffy, corny looking teddy bear... the teddy loves the ballerina; it loves the way she moves, her smile and the music that seems to ethereally surround her when she's dancing gracefully... the teddy loves her madly but he can't do anything to gain the ballerina's affection... the ballerina has many admirers, the teddy is one of them, it is but a tiny speck in the ocean of toys that surround the ballerina...

Does anything set the teddy apart? It loves the ballerina, it cares for her and perhaps it'll give up its own happiness for her sake and expects nothing in return, but will it be enough? The teddy is a pitiable creature, even if it tries to its fullest, it will never be the one the ballerina wants... the teddy understands but still doesn't change direction; stubborn as it may sound, it doesn't throw away the feelings it has. Stupid, is it? Or is it just illusioned?
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The ballerina sees the teddy... she smiles at the funny thing... She knows what is in the teddy's thoughts but she cannot return what it feels... Her's, is a life filled with such admirers; admirers attracted by what she projects herself to be... would the teddy turn to her if she weren't as beautiful? Would it listen if she didn't generate the music that follows her every footstep? No, the teddy would never care... Perhaps her's is a lonely path, filled with those who flock around her.. but never try to see what's hidden underneath...

the teddy humors her, but she knows deep down inside she wants it to leave, she wants it to stop placing its attention on her. The ballerina does not want the company of the teddy; they'll end up hurting each other this way. The comfort she wants will never be given by the teddy; not unless it gives up on the very thing it came to earn... the ballerina cannot give the teddy the kind of love it wants... she would confide in it but it'll misunderstand it as a sign of affection, she would cry on its fluffy, furry shoulders but the teddy would deem itself as something treasurable to her... She can't give it such false ideas... Hence the distance... always the distance...
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the teddy wonders why the ballerina is sad, it wonders why it can't wipe away her tears... its life will be spent in the same confusion... why?

the ballerina see the confusion in the teddy's crumpled cotton face... she doesn't turn to it... as much as she wants the comfort of a friend's shoulder, she doesn't want the teddy as anything more than what it is... her life too will be spent in maintaining the distance... why?
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relics of the past gone by, a broken mirror, a nagging void... does the distance still remain?

-Shashank Shrestha is currently pursuing his Bachelors degree in Lee University. He is a fantastic writer and photographer. Samples of his works could be found http://ryuoroman.deviantart.com. This piece of writing is from his facebook notes. The acute representation of love via the means of toys impressed me very much. I liked this piece a lot.

Shreekrishna Sharma is a wonderful artist. I will keep on posting his creations in the future articles. He has wonderful collection in his blog http://www.artistsites.org/ckizna/. He could be reached at sharma.shreekrishna@gmail.com.

Are We the Seeds?

Portrait by: Shreekrishna Sharma

By Joanne Cucinello

Is it “time" ~

or the weight of the world

that pulls the body

downward into earth?

Were we born

on top of the moon

poor descendants of the stars

here to become

familiar

with something more?

And are we soon to recognize

the uncontainable nature

of our spirits

our true identity ~

or must we continue

for another thousand years

believing in war

and separateness?

The Great Spider

continues to weave its vast web

threading bridges of instant passage

connecting minds

across all earthly borders

with just one

click.

But will we survive

when the plug is pulled?

Will we still be connected ~

or will our fate be like that

of our ancient brothers

the Stars above ~

drifting forever silent and separate

in the great unknown?

Joanne Cucinello is a poet, writer, mother, grandmother.. a friend and a sister .. or she is a woman. She has wonderful collection of her poetry in her personal blog http://icthebridge-moonspirit.blogspot.com. The beauty of her poetry is the simplicity with which she represents heaviest of human emotions. I am completely taken by the beauty of that. I enjoy her poetry very much. Hope you will do the same.

Shreekrishna Sharma is a wonderful artist. I will keep on posting his creations in the future articles. He has wonderful collection in his blog http://www.artistsites.org/ckizna/. He could be reached at sharma.shreekrishna@gmail.com.