Featuring eight poets who wrote beautiful subtleties of nostalgia
THE AESTIVAL TIME IS HERE TO STAY! In the passage of time, the ghosts of past Memories are never lost, they keep on
Coming to us like a family
Aestival season is the virtual reservoir
Of vast memories, mostly sweet when in Our innocent childhood, our time is spent in
Games and playing pranks
We generally lampooned everything around
and lengthened deliberately
The reign of satire of our own making
Visiting the orchards full of mango trees was
Our most favorite pastime, and picking the
Unripe green mango fruits was for us - an act sublime
Once, we climbed a tree for this treasure - hunt,
But soon, wind started to blow, who knew that
It will convert into a yellow storm, and
We would be subjected to face the brunt
Forcing us to live in a terror zone!
Those nocturnal moments are unforgettable
Which got stuck forever with the memories of,
That otherwise pleasant and lovely aestival time.
© Rakesh Chandra
India
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In the passage of time, my love only became stronger!
An estival in my heart came to grieve an aestival when
The ring on your finger mocked my unnecessary presence!
Strong sillage of our selenic bond was bound to die a slow
Death painfully but a brief sojourn kept it alive!
You didn't give up on me when I was in my secure place,
Away from you, never wanting to see or hear from you!
Your strong heart made me brave enough to fall for you again,
Confidently without any hesitation!
© Sonal Rao
India
"CLOSE MEMORIES"
In the passage of time, I feel an estival chill When I remember vacation and summer breeze
I miss the touch of the sea and the play of the wind
I miss the cool feeling of summer walks in sand
The song of the waves washes away the black thoughts
And I am living an awakening experience.
Until the new meeting with the shore of the sea
I let my head and soul drown in nostalgic beauty.
© Bogdana Gageanu
Romania
"SUMMER MEMORIES"
In the passage of time estival thoughts flood my memories Our selenic moments parade in the corners of my mind
Under the spell of the moon, your sillage fills my aching heart
As, in my sojourn, I lay in bed in deep, nostalgic thoughts.
© L. B. Morandarte
Philippines
"MY COMMUNITY"
"In the passage of time"
Our hardened hearts, wrecked its glory
Into a sordid tower of story
The echoes of regret chime.
Out of ego, we corroded our peace
Threading the path, just a piece
Where no one gains nothing
Taking ignorance as something
Ourselves destruction triggered
From the minds, so angered.
Why do we sojourn on jejunity
To lose our communal amity?
Our once blossomed homes
Are now doomed to roam.
I reminisce over the past
When we travelled on foot
From one community to another as a mast
Our very ancestral root
We can no longer be proud of
The handed-over peace, written off.
I wish I could still perceive it
The communal silicate that lit
With candor of brotherly camaraderie
Our habitat, now deserted and weary
And the aborigines marooned
In the gulag, their homes crooned
Oh my home, oh, my home!
When shall I see the home
Where we were born into peace?
How can I pacify to everyone's pease?
My community, my torrent of tears
Deserted, making everyone living in fear.
Come back, Aila, the very one of our birth
Not this aberrated one without mirth
Ocho Omanchala, heal our land
To become our real fatherland.
© Ikwulono Mohammed Senison
Nigeria
"ESTIVAL MEMORIES"
In the passage of time, through crystal tears,
Happy memories can't be erased.
Brought to the surface every year
Through the five senses plus one,
We cherish them in the drawers of our heart.
The laughter of seagulls echoing across the beach
As I was building a castle from the sands of time.
Like a fairy dancing at the ball,
I frolicked on floral meadows
Without the burden of life's challenges,
Still feeling the fresh fragrance to this day
Every time I retreat into nature's temple
During the sojourn at the summer house,
Where surrounded by loved ones,
I always like to recall the good times
From when the world was filled with wonders
In my curious mind as a child.
© Gheorghe Laura
Romania
"THE SUMMER OF MY YOUTH"
In the passage of time, estival thoughts fly
the sillage of the blooms evoke memories
of bygone summers awashed in selenic light
when youth knows no reason or fright.
Fusion of colors in my younger years
serves as backdrop of joy no sign of tears
each passing day a vivid tapestry
of woven dreams, sprouting into reality.
The senses pried open silent awakenings
of simple pleasures and sometimes longing
of those days of yore and yearning
daybreaks, sundowns all agog with longing.
The summer of my youth now a thing of the past,
reminiscing sunny escapades meant to last
never too late to remember
cool summer nights with waning embers.
© Rosemarie Miranda
Philippines
"WITH THE PASSAGE OF TIME EVERYTHING CHANGES"
In the passage of time we lose
Many a gem of peerless worth
The childish smiles and babbles
Wear the mask of rigid quietness
The estival evenings, hoary grey,
Gaze at the dwindling Hyperion
Making figures out of clouds
All, with the passage of time,
Has blown away by sheer winds
Of the hostile Time
The nights, under Selenic sheen
Of pleasanter hue
One reads Endymion
Lying on the thatched roof
Of a homely domicile
Beneath the azure wonder of nature
Sojourning all day long at the edge
Of vast wavy corn fields
Under cooler shadowy berry trees
Reading the wittiest wits of yore
The flaring boyish dreams
Sleep somewhere in the cave
Of forgetfulness, all that early zeal
The fondness, whirling emotions
Of the dawning puberty
All get lost in the passage of time
Aestival swims in the river
Among a crowd of friends
The purest joy of sultry June
All, with the passage of time,
Has wilted quite, ah! the times.
© Safdar Bhatti
Pakistan
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