ΓΙΩΡΓΟΣ ΑΛΕΞΑΝΔΡΗΣ "ΠΑΡΑΣΤΑΣΕΙΣ ΚΑΙ ΑΘΩΩΣΕΙΣ"

 

ΠΑΡΑΣΤΑΣΕΙΣ ΚΑΙ ΑΘΩΩΣΕΙΣ

 Πάνω από το σκήνωμα  της ιστορίας,
αλυχτούν νιόκοποι προφήτες και κριτές,
βυσσοδομούν παλιοί ταγοί και στοχαστές
και οι άλλοι, σωπαίνουν και ισορροπούν
συνωμότες βέβηλοι και απαθείς λιτανευτές .
Όλοι τους το γνωρίζουν και  ομονοούν
πως τούτη η έκπτωτη γνώση και αξία
ποτέ της δεν ήταν διδαχή και συμμόρφωση
ούτε ανάπλαση μνήμης και χρόνου αντιγραφή
παρά μια συνεχής και ασπούδαστη αρχή
σ’ ένα επαναλαμβανόμενο δίχως στίγμα τέλος.
Παράσταση, μία ως ανάθεμα και μία ως ευχή.

Μπροστά από τους ελεήμονες καιρούς οι ανάγκες
και οι εμπνεύσεις πίσω από την απροσποίητη οργή,
πεισματικά γυμνώνουν συνθήματα και ρήσεις,
μ’ ευλάβεια ξορκίζουν εφησυχασμούς και πλάνες
και διορατικά ερμηνεύουν εποχές και συνειδήσεις.
Μηνύματα, χρησμοί και επαγγελίες τους καλούν
στης γνώσης το δικαίωμα στο χρέος της ευθύνης
αλλά κανείς δεν είναι εκεί τις μαρτυρίες να δικαιώσει
ούτε εκείνοι οι άσπιλοι στο παραλήρημα της ηθικής
ούτε και τούτοι οι άμοιροι με τη συνέπεια της σιωπής
αφού στην ιδιώτευση τη ζωή τους προλαβαίνουν.
Η αθώωση, μία ως συναλλαγή και μία ως συνενοχή.

                  Γιώργος  Αλεξανδρής

WAVES THAT OUTLAST DISTANCE (A Duet Poem) Authors: Musharraf Hussain (Goalpara, Assam, India) & Thi Lan Anh Tran (Aschaffenburg, Germany)

 

WAVES THAT OUTLAST DISTANCE
(A Duet Poem)

Authors:
Musharraf Hussain (Goalpara, Assam, India)
& Thi Lan Anh Tran (Aschaffenburg, Germany)
Date: 11 April 2026

 

Lan Anh

I call to you through a fragile wind,
Across distances shaped by unspoken things.
My love does not seek a blazing moon—
only a quiet breeze
that knows the way to your heart.

 

Musharraf

I call to you through seasons unborn,
wearing memory as shelter,
and longing as my name.
My love does not return to what was—
it fears the waves
may take you away from me.

 

Lan Anh

I call to you in the depth of night,
where time drifts like a trembling dream.
Flowers still bloom across distances—
just as my heart
continues to lean toward you.

 

Musharraf

I call to you through silence itself,
through winds that refuse to be named.
My love does not search for distant horizons—
only for a place
where you still remember me.

---

 

Lan Anh

I call to you as I am,
within a darkness where no one else remains.
I do not ask what tomorrow will bring—
only that today
you are still there.

 

Musharraf

I call to you with all that remains of me,
even as the world shifts with every breath.
My love is like a returning wind—
it always finds its way
back to where you wait.

 

Together

If the waves rise higher than all our fears,
if distance stretches into endless time,
we will remain—
not as two distant shores,
but as one returning tide,
meeting again and again
in quiet eternity,
loving—
as though the world itself
was created only to hold this.

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Copyright Reserved © Musharraf Hussain & Thi Lan Anh Tran.

 

EVA Petropoulou Lianou - Poems (Translate in Arabic language )

 Jealousy 

Jealousy, 

Means you don't understand the meaning of life 

Jealousy, 

Is when you never appreciate your own life or your self. 

Jealousy, 

Is shame to look the life of others

and envy them 

Jealousy, 

Is the most bad feeling 

It destroys the mind and the heart of people. 

In the end we are all sleeping under the same sky. 

الغيرة

الغيرة،

تعني أنك لا تفهم معنى الحياة.

الغيرة،

هي عندما لا تُقدِّر حياتك أو نفسك أبدًا.

الغيرة،

من العار  النظر إلى حياة الآخرين

وحسدهم.

الغيرة،

هي أسوأ شعور،

تُدمِّر عقل الأفراد وقلبه.

في النهاية،جميعنا ننام تحت السماء نفسها.

****

Once upon a time there was a King without Kingdom 

Every day he wakes up and he was talking a walk in the garden.

The birds were singing,

Here , here comes the King without Kingdom 

And the pickock repeat 

Here here comes the King without Kingdom 

The King keep walking until he arrives in the lake.

Beautiful roses and tulips and jasmine were around the lake.

The king approached his face to the surface of the lake and he asked the water

When my Kingdom will come to me?

When the time to rule will arrive?

The water didn't answer 

But two orange fishes come out of the water 

and respond to the King 

When' the Sun and the Moon will meat eachother 

When humanity will stop killing his brother and sister

When they are going to be no poor in this world 

When the Peace will rule the entire planet 

You master

You will have a Kingdom.

كان هناك ملكٌ بلا مملكة.

كان يستيقظ كل يوم ويتمشّى في الحديقة.

كانت الطيور تغنّي:

ها هو ذا، ها هو ذا، الملك بلا مملكة.

وكان الطاووس يردّد:

ها هو ذا، ها هو ذا، الملك بلا مملكة.

استمرّ الملك في السير حتى وصل إلى البحيرة.

كانت الورود الجميلة والتوليب والياسمين تحيط بالماء.

اقترب الملك بوجهه من سطح البحيرة وسأل الماء:

متى ستأتي مملكتي إليّ؟

متى يحين وقت الحُكم؟

لم يُجب الماء.

لكن سمكتين برتقاليتين خرجتا من الماء

وأجابتا الملك:

عندما يلتقي كل من الشمس والقمر،

وعندما تضع الإنسانية حدًّا لقتل  الأخ والأخت.

وعندما لا يبقى فقيرٌ في هذا العالم،

وعندما يسود السلام الكوكب بأكمله،

يا سيدي،

عندها سيكون لك مملكة.

Translate by 

DrJihane Riad El Feghali 

EVA Petropoulou Lianou 

Carpe " Σφυροκόπημα αφής..."

 

Σε τόπους ταπεινούς
στάζει το λιωμένο κερί,
τα κορμιά χύνονται .
Στην κορυφή της γραμμής
οι άδειοι πύργοι
αγγίζουν το φεγγάρι .
Φορέσαμε κατάσαρκα
τις παράταιρες μέρες ,
να λοιδορούν τον έρωτα .
Νοιώθω το σφυροκόπημα της αφής,
η καταστολή της επιθυμίας παύει .
Το πρώτο σημάδι ,
το βλέμμα επιστρέφει.
Στις ρωγμές του σώματος
βλάστησαν οι σφοδροί έρωτες .

Carpe

A Poem by Prabir Kumar Rath

  Title : P O L I T I C  s

.Poet:  Prabir Kumar Rath 

_______________________

A stand-point

Has several views,

Opinions differ,

Has sections, quarters, sectors

May have Parliament, senate, process, Bill.

One thing is fixed, no will.

Position is there, fare or unfair

Policies, virtues vie each

Need a Party, no no no, its not

Dirty.but cranks and maniac

Gather here like, big tycoons,

Nowadays, it becomes a sordid boon, no way out is there, except that gun-powder.

It becomes the best businesses.

No strategies , no virtue, no ethics 

Mess is there, not but, basis

The field is thete, door s are open

If you like it, there only is astray.

Make up your mind with closed eyes

its Politics.

 

biswanath Kar - Poetry

 

*Woman*©®

=Biswanath Kar


What's the dream of a woman in this society
The intimate bond of tears in her false smiles
Her whole world revolves around her duty
Sincerety and dedications are only her calls.

She burns herself to lighten global dreams
Sacrificing her own dreams and aspirations
Sleeping on the bed of thorns n hot flames
And walking on the edge of sharp weapons.

Freedom n library are meaningless for her
She is bound by the weak cord of identity
For her dedications she never claims honour
For leading a life like a life with full of dignity.

She is a mother,sister n a faithful loving wife
Submerges the earth with love and affection
Drinking the water of a mirage to live a life
Still she plays her role as a dedicated patron.


Cuttack, Odisha ,India

©®Biswanath Kar

LEFTER SHOMO " O ZANË FYTYRËMBËLA"

 

LEFTER SHOMO

O ZANË FYTYRËMBËLA

O zanë fyfyrëmbëla

Më e ëmbël dhe se mjalti

Gatuar qetë nga ëndrrat

Ta endën ëngjëjt fatin.

Puhi e freskët në oqean

Ti lule buzëqeshjesh fal

Si flakë kamini ,si vullkan

Puthja e jote ngroh si zjarr.

Sa herë ti picëron qepallat

Gazin tim shpalos si hartë

I bën realitet dhe përrallat

Më çon në qiellin e shtatë.

Në të zezën shenjë te gusha

Ti kurmëgdhendura mermer

Stepet syri im tek buza

Prej së largu të marr erë.

Ke mbi mollëza dy groppele

Falmi e mi bëj fole

Të jap puthje përkëdhelje

Vend jetese, sa volet!

Bilbilat si edhe pëllumbat

Qeshjen tënde kanë zili

Mi bëj këngë e ninulla

Gëzim,ëndrra,qetësi.

Ti ndjenjat s'mund t'i ndalësh

Përcjellin vrull të dashurisë

Prit, se dashuri do marrësh

Nga ai kopsht mbjellë ndjesi

Një puthje po t' më dhuroje

Yjet do kisha robëruar

Si unë po t'më dashuroje

Do t'i kisha sjellë në duar.

Lefter ShomoK /56p.i.sh.