"ABOUT"
A kismet about life
A nexus of stories
Which are dinkum
which a crapehanger won't trust at all
because the perspective is dark
and the light is dangerous for bats.
© BOGDANA GAGEANU Romania
"UNTITLED"
The eastern gush parted the window,
the eye of Kismet...
displayed a script
but the human eye
in illusions slumber...
Ah! A coin is incomplete if fails to
nexus
with averse, negation and affirmation
A drop of dew through the window
for occupied eye...
a mere vomit of clouds
But for the poet
a pearl of perfection.
A dinkum eye dictates
the verses of the bard
But...
A crapehanger copies it
for the generation to come.
© MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ
Jammu/Kashmir, India
"EVEN IF I FALL"
This life's full of nexus, I find a way
even in sadness if I fall
I want to have lovely kismet it catches
my heart even if I fall
What kind of personality is this?
No matter how nice you say it.
I want, I have dinkum one to bring out
evil part even if I fall.
The sagacious age has come to face
selfish crapehanger that while flowing
I want, this life makes optimistic
waves to gild heart even if I fall.
© PRASANNA BHATTA
India
"PRISM OF HER STRENGTH AND THREADS OF HER KISMET"
In the hands of kismet, she's bound,
A journey set, yet paths unfound.
Threads connect, a nexus tight,
Guiding her steps from dark to light.
Through trials, true as dinkum gold,
She stands her ground, both brave and bold.
While crapehangers doubt and sneer,
She finds her strength and casts off fear.
Each choice she makes, a fate rewrites,
In kismet's web, she claims her rights.
From nexus born, her souls ascends,
In every turn, her spirit mends.
For life's a dance of fate and will,
In kismet's hands, she's steady still.
True as dinkum, fierce and bright,
She shines her way through endless night.
© Harpreet M. Caur
India
"A POET'S MISSION"
Is often misunderstood by many
Without knowing that his mission
Helping hapless souls shape their kismet
Proving to the sometimes unfair life
That man is capable of controlling his own fate.
Is to teach the readers that there is a nexus
Between events, history, culture and feelings.
A dinkum poet will even make a crapehanger
See the beautiful things in the jungle we call
Life is to heal diseases traditionally medicine can't.
Like all children of the Muse,
I know that I have to complete the mission
Despite the obstacles naysayers put on my path,
The snakes that spit venom on me
Or despite the many stones thrown at me.
© GHEORGHE LAURA
Romania
"SUNK IN KISMET"
My young horse stumbled on a little stone,
I thought it to be a certain nexus
Between a comma and a full stop.
Surprisingly a fall of dinkum meteor
From a sidereal system
Made me a crapehanger.
I'm sure,
It is kismet, an early full stop,
I'm sunk in kismet.
© TAPAS DEY India
"IF TRUTH WORE WINGS"
If Truth wore wings... Nexus would fly -
like a bird so high,
singing...in parallelism.
If Truth wore wings,
Dinkum would shine its light
on my catharsis - cleansing me...
to climb out of my litotes.
If Truth wore wings -
I would be married to this kismet,
kissing her sievelet...making me a
sunset.
If Truth wore wings...
my crapehanger, though euphemistic,
cries - to the realm of
paradox, taking me...a paradise
© EMMANUEL CHIMEZIE
Nigeria
"OUT THE SHELL"
The nexus feeling of love and
hate is always the problem
People find themselves in the middle
not knowing to express the masses
Being in the dark too long makes
a person get out of their shell
Showing resilience, strength in
facing the kismet given
Seeing another side of life,
a crapehanger allows pessimism
Bleakness overtakes you to be
easily manipulated
Let the nimbus light of stars in
a dinkum poet flow
Never to forget you're the one who
can change and rewrite history
© GLORIA MAGALLANES-LOEB SFO, USA
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