Eternal by Guna Moran/Translated by Bibekanada Choudhury – Love Thy Neighboring Country

ETERNAL

Original : Assamese : Guna Moran

Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury

Who planted the Sun in the sky

The world keep revolving around him

Who taught us to love light

We keep seeking light in darkness

Who sermoned us to be a decent fellow always

We constantly effort to be so the entire life

Who did plant the sapling of love

So many branches of love sprout in the heart

Who blended beauty in the air

Life is not bearable if beauty is not inhaled

Who advised to be benevolent to be happy

Try to be happy being benevolent

Who did smear colour of shyness all over the body

Fell so ashamed at all those unsocial activities


About the Artist:

            Guna Moran is an Assamese poet & critic. His poems are being translated into Italian and France language and have been published in various national and international magazines, journals, websites, newspapers such as The Tuck magazine, Spillword, The Merak magazine, The Setu magazine, Story Mirror, The Poem Hunter, The Sentinal, The Hills Times, Best Poetry and so on.

About The Translator:

Bibekananda Choudhury, an electrical engineer by profession working with the State Government of Assam has completed his Masters from BITS-Pilani. He has also earned a diploma in French language from Gauhati University. He has got published works (both original and translated) in Assamese, Bengali & English in popular periodicals and newspapers. His translated poems have been published in ‘Indian Literature’, the bi-monthly journal of sahitya akademy. ‘Suryakatha’, the Bengali adaptation done by him of the is being taught in the undergraduate Courses of Banglore University and Post graduate Courses of Gauhati University. A collection of 101 folk tales from the foothills of Patkai translated by him has also been taken up by publication by Gauhati University. He is presently the editor-in-chief of Dimorian Review a multidisciplinary web journal.

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Virgin Languages by Kushal Poddar – Love Thy Neighboring Country Series

Virgin Languages

In Xavier’s virgin words for me

he adopts silence as his wards,

keys to his locutions,

and on the other hand I’ve been learning

his mother tongue.

It rolls out from my mouth like

a barbwire-spell binding us in our places

and feeding us with thoughts to free ourselves;

then I too cerebrate in silence.


Artist Bio:

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

To Follow This Artist:

Author Page – amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

Concentration of the Sighs by Kushal Poddar – Love Thy Neighboring Country Series

Concentration of The Sighs

Fifteen miles from Donna’s house
they store the shadows
split off the fleshes.

Donna feels how her lungs 
hold onto every breath nowadays
and how the fixers hike the price
of those inhalers one can hide 
in their mitts.

Donna didn’t know fifteen miles from hers
they house the sighs.
Donna didn’t know what tightens a barbwire
inside her chest;
her lungs fists, and nothing is felt inside.

One of those must’ve escaped 
to seek a safe place in the neighborhood.
Milk often spills over the brim. 
One draws a crucifix and reheats the rest.
The net door swings open to close.
The TV goes on about the politicians
denying the concentration camps.


Artist Bio:

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

To Follow This Artist:

Author Page – amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

The Meal is a Lie by HanaLena Fennel – Resistance Reading Fundraiser for RAICES

A Word About the Event:

I was extremely excited I was able to make it out to the Resistance Reading Fundraiser for RAICES on Wednesday night and what a beautiful experience it was!

I was inspired watching HanaLena Fennel and Ra Avis read their work for such a wonderful cause. Their poems were moving, and I would be lying if I said there weren’t points that my eyes welled with tears.

An abundance of love was pouring out from them, calling for the justice of immigrants and refugees. These poets were bold and wore their hearts on their sleeves as they used their art for something bigger than themselves. Through their talents they encouraged others to use their voice as well, reminding us that if we all give just a small bit of ourselves, great change can happen. In a time that is hard to watch what is going on in the world, and the traumas and atrocities happening all around us, it was refreshing to witness people sharing their compassion.

Their event has ended, but their fundraising has not! You are still able to participate by going to:

https://www.classy.org/team/250297

Other ways to help:

– Write a letter to your representatives, senate, and local political officials.
– Contact your governor, who can aid in establishing sanctuary cities and preventing state level guard from being used as a resource by ICE
– Encourage your city officials to prevent local enforcement from cooperating with ICE
– Donate to an organization of your choice that you trust is doing their utmost to help refugees and immigrants who are adversely affected by this targeting
– Use your voice however you speak the loudest—through art, music, writing, conversation—to keep awareness spreading in your community
– Share posts on social media. Keep sharing. Don’t let this conversation drop.  

Please enjoy the following poem by the co-host of the fundraiser, HanaLena Fennel:


The Meal Is a Lie

The meal is a lie. Fingernail crescents, angel hairs, sustenance.

Sustenance will never be these things we discard.

Discard the coil of a hello tongue or last kiss.

Kiss the breath through sugared hands of child, of silence, of gimme.

Gimme surrender, body prostrate before windmill.

This is not grain or flour. The lance is spent, piked in the wildflowers.

We have tilted and the earth refused to budge.


About the Art & Artist:

HanaLena Fennel is a Jewish-Hawaiian American poet. This poem is from her book, Letters to the Leader, published by Moon Tide Press in response to the numerous executive orders issued during Trump’s term in office. 

8:29pm by HanaLena Fennel – Love Thy Neighboring Country Series

8:29 pm

This is a howling moment

caught

held silent

echo in a ribcage scaffolding

degrigated to a flaccid gasping

Self god, could I

have the breakwaters 

the tide and flesh

the empty space 

of self worship

Self god, could I

have the barking

of a low slung belly

gravid and sweet nectar

ripe fruit splitting

Could I have the letting go?

The flood and fire? 

The Self, G-d?

The more than self?


About the Art & Artist:

HanaLena Fennel is a Jewish-Hawaiian American poet. She has writtten a book, Letters to the Leader, published by Moon Tide in response to the numerous executive orders issued during Trump’s term in office. 

Come See This Artist Live:

HanaLena is co-hosting the Resistance Reading Fundraiser for RAICES tonight! Follow this link for details:

https://pondersavant.com/2019/09/03/resistance-reading-fundraiser-for-raices-by-hanalena-fennel-nadia-alamah/

Wild Flower by Huda Tariq – Love Thy Neighboring Country Series

WILD FLOWER

by Huda Tariq

A wild yet beautiful creature i am
Beneath the sky lies the utmost beauty of mine
Cherished happily all around with dirt she wear so perfect 
Never or forever i shall remain as calm as air
I choose to love you in silence 
For in silence i find no rejection
I loved you will all my parts 
And this part right here is delicate 
For you it may intimate or complicate
I will always love you in my own way
Hurt me or break me i will burst into glitter 
By nature’s default i am wild with affection 
For whom this piece of nature is only delight
Never back down in love i believe 
For in love we all bleed till it satisfies 
With little dirt on me with little lit inside me
I will shine high with glowing shattered pieces preserved
No one can run from the nature’s plan
For we all will live single or in a clan
Let the it all in the dirt ,air and all love
None to clarify now with blindness fold we will survive


A Word From the Artist:

I believe we all are flowers and as innocent as flowers we are supposed to be protected and cherished. but the cruel world they pluck and hurt every single flower. Flowers are meant to be spread like the fragrance of love and affection so everyone should treat those flowers with care and nourished them to their fullest rather than cutting the beauty out of the world. we should grow more of them in order to make this world a beautiful yet peaceful place to be but when will we understand that poor us shedding the beauty with our own dirty hands…..

The Art of Depression: Karly Robinson

Artist:

Karly Robinson

Portrait

Do the next thing,

take that next step

God only knows where,

but you know how

And I know why

Don’t think ahead,

you’ll want to die

God only knows how hard you try

And I know why

You perfected the pain,

soaked up the rain

God only knows when to free your chain

And I don’t know why it’s taking so long

I just know you’ll come out strong

Ending up right where you belong

Hold your head high,

keep your eyes up

God only knows where,

but you know how

And I know why

Don’t give up hope,

you have a light

God only knows it can shine so bright

And I know why

You perfected the pain,

soaked up the rain

God only knows when to free your chain

And I don’t know why it’s taking so long

I just know you’ll come out strong

Ending up right where you belong

Step by step

Breath by breath

You are going to make it through

Through to the other side of your future

Step by step

Breath by breath

You are going to make it through

Through to the other side of your future I know

You perfected the pain,

soaked up the rain

God only knows when to free your chain

And I don’t know why it’s taking so long

I just know you’ll come out strong

Ending up right where you belong