Presently, he is working as a visiting lecturer in English at Govt. Arts and Commerce College Khergam,
===============================================================
Name: Rakesh Patel
Date of Birth: 2nd May 1979
Address: At/Po-Velparva, Taluka Pardi, Dist- Valsad,
Email ID: rakeshpatel326@gmail.com
Contact Number: (0) 96388 11913, (0) 94281 59326
Poem: 1
When Rain Falls…
Things are different
When rain falls,
Trees, grass, creatures all
Sing n dance
To the mystic tune played
When rain falls
Pearls roll down, the leaves
Cannot hold them out
Making melodious sound
When falls on the ground
Kids step out their abode
And birds hide in their nest
Rain enchants the whole atmosphere
And upon the living creatures far and wide
Poem: 2
Get Moving On
Swaying gently in the air
A tiny green leave said,
“get moving on”
The path to eternity
leading way back to home.
Take little rest
Under the serene shade
Of trees,
Drink nectar of sweet brooks
Take sweet aroma of flowers and
Sing along with twitting birds
And,
Keep moving on till
The luminous day ends and
The dark night falls.
Poem: 3
Come…
Come like a season
Changing slightly to a different tune and
Fill me with novel breaths,
Shower like a cryptic rain
Wetting my spirit in a frolic way and
Kiss me with your gentle sway,
Linger around like a fragrance
Touching tenderly my consciousness and
Awaken my soul to a different plane,
Throb like a heart
Giving life to the now-dead-body and
Turn my untold dreams into a blossom,
And lo,
I can feel your footsteps approaching…
Poem: 4
The Treasure of Bliss
All are busy
In one thing and the other
Running after
One thing and the other
From the time they wake up
Till they go to bed
Have no time
For the inner call to listen to
Which is coming from the heart within
They’ve explored the universe,
New species,
Stones,
Cultures,
And much more
But alas! The heart remains unknown
A deep search must be within!
Dive deep into the sea of heart
And there’s the treasure of bliss.
Poem: 5
A Stranger Among the Known
My eyes spread wide open when
I’m seen unseen among the mass.
Like a stranger I’m lost and
Caught into the jungle of beasts – called humans!
I fear of getting hurt and humiliated.
I make my way to the safe corner
And sneak a look to the strange creatures,
Some cute, some innocent, some frightening…
I cry in despair but my
Voice is not heard in the busy noise,
My soul is often hurt under the ignorant feet.
I meet the big people for help just to hear
The door banged behind.
I’ve no acquaintances nor
Have someone who can
Understand my language and gesture, I’m
A stranger among the known!
Poem: 6
Dreams
Behind the doors of my eyes, there
Resides unshared dreams,
Coming, and
Going
That determines my way of living,
Like a never-told movie script. I act
Upon the impulses, happy
Sometimes sad and even eccentric!
Poem: 7
When I was little
When I was little
I questioned in awe the all which
Seemed me strange
When it was the time for schooling
I rebelled like a bull who’s disgusted with
The very idea of going to the farm
And so were I to go to school
My mother took me to the school where
I could see the jungle full of animals
I was afraid to be beaten by them
My mother left me there and returned
Leaving me alone, crying
The teacher held my hand tight as I tried
To follow my mother back
I bit her hand in anger and
Ran towards the home like an arrow
Shot with an intended aim.
Poem: 8
A Deserted Classroom
The broken window panes
The wind making passage
Inside,
The sheet of dust spread
And
Some rare footmarks,
Paper rugs
Tattered and
Scattered like feathers of
Butchered bird,
Benches stood aghast as if
Fate played a dirty joke
Dead-like silence
I heard
Emanating
From the half-open classroom.
Poem: 9
Fuzzy Dream
Things were at their best
My soul was at rest
I walked down the unusual path
Taking a thrilling bath
Under the shower of rain
The sun was luminous
The glow was fabulous
Orange-purple rays
And their long stays
Make the colorful flowers to blossom
In the garden of my heart
I was walking down the bed of green grass
And the breeze blowing very fast
I heard the chirping of birds
Somewhere, like whispering words
It’s just a fuzzy dream
That I cherish and swim
Into the ocean of sweet memories
And I slip again into the reveries
Poem: 10
Walking Down...
Walking down the path of challenge
With letting go of useless baggage
Of whims and desires
Being as light as a little feather
Which can sway to the tune
Of Gentle breeze
And like ants, never fatigued by failures
Go ahead climbing the ups 'n downs
To reach the Light of bliss
Presently, he is working as a visiting lecturer in English at Govt. Arts and Commerce College Khergam,
===============================================================
Name: Rakesh Patel
Date of Birth: 2nd May 1979
Address: At/Po-Velparva, Taluka Pardi, Dist- Valsad,
Email ID: rakeshpatel326@gmail.com
Contact Number: (0) 96388 11913, (0) 94281 59326
Poem: 1
When Rain Falls…
Things are different
When rain falls,
Trees, grass, creatures all
Sing n dance
To the mystic tune played
When rain falls
Pearls roll down, the leaves
Cannot hold them out
Making melodious sound
When falls on the ground
Kids step out their abode
And birds hide in their nest
Rain enchants the whole atmosphere
And upon the living creatures far and wide
Poem: 2
Get Moving On
Swaying gently in the air
A tiny green leave said,
“get moving on”
The path to eternity
leading way back to home.
Take little rest
Under the serene shade
Of trees,
Drink nectar of sweet brooks
Take sweet aroma of flowers and
Sing along with twitting birds
And,
Keep moving on till
The luminous day ends and
The dark night falls.
Poem: 3
Come…
Come like a season
Changing slightly to a different tune and
Fill me with novel breaths,
Shower like a cryptic rain
Wetting my spirit in a frolic way and
Kiss me with your gentle sway,
Linger around like a fragrance
Touching tenderly my consciousness and
Awaken my soul to a different plane,
Throb like a heart
Giving life to the now-dead-body and
Turn my untold dreams into a blossom,
And lo,
I can feel your footsteps approaching…
Poem: 4
The Treasure of Bliss
All are busy
In one thing and the other
Running after
One thing and the other
From the time they wake up
Till they go to bed
Have no time
For the inner call to listen to
Which is coming from the heart within
They’ve explored the universe,
New species,
Stones,
Cultures,
And much more
But alas! The heart remains unknown
A deep search must be within!
Dive deep into the sea of heart
And there’s the treasure of bliss.
Poem: 5
A Stranger Among the Known
My eyes spread wide open when
I’m seen unseen among the mass.
Like a stranger I’m lost and
Caught into the jungle of beasts – called humans!
I fear of getting hurt and humiliated.
I make my way to the safe corner
And sneak a look to the strange creatures,
Some cute, some innocent, some frightening…
I cry in despair but my
Voice is not heard in the busy noise,
My soul is often hurt under the ignorant feet.
I meet the big people for help just to hear
The door banged behind.
I’ve no acquaintances nor
Have someone who can
Understand my language and gesture, I’m
A stranger among the known!
Poem: 6
Dreams
Behind the doors of my eyes, there
Resides unshared dreams,
Coming, and
Going
That determines my way of living,
Like a never-told movie script. I act
Upon the impulses, happy
Sometimes sad and even eccentric!
Poem: 7
When I was little
When I was little
I questioned in awe the all which
Seemed me strange
When it was the time for schooling
I rebelled like a bull who’s disgusted with
The very idea of going to the farm
And so were I to go to school
My mother took me to the school where
I could see the jungle full of animals
I was afraid to be beaten by them
My mother left me there and returned
Leaving me alone, crying
The teacher held my hand tight as I tried
To follow my mother back
I bit her hand in anger and
Ran towards the home like an arrow
Shot with an intended aim.
Poem: 8
A Deserted Classroom
The broken window panes
The wind making passage
Inside,
The sheet of dust spread
And
Some rare footmarks,
Paper rugs
Tattered and
Scattered like feathers of
Butchered bird,
Benches stood aghast as if
Fate played a dirty joke
Dead-like silence
I heard
Emanating
From the half-open classroom.
Poem: 9
Fuzzy Dream
Things were at their best
My soul was at rest
I walked down the unusual path
Taking a thrilling bath
Under the shower of rain
The sun was luminous
The glow was fabulous
Orange-purple rays
And their long stays
Make the colorful flowers to blossom
In the garden of my heart
I was walking down the bed of green grass
And the breeze blowing very fast
I heard the chirping of birds
Somewhere, like whispering words
It’s just a fuzzy dream
That I cherish and swim
Into the ocean of sweet memories
And I slip again into the reveries
Poem: 10
Walking Down...
Walking down the path of challenge
With letting go of useless baggage
Of whims and desires
Being as light as a little feather
Which can sway to the tune
Of Gentle breeze
And like ants, never fatigued by failures
Go ahead climbing the ups 'n downs
To reach the Light of bliss
Poem: 11
Till the End
The rush of the clouds towards the forest
And the darkness ensuing
Till the rain falls.
It’s a hope for all the living creatures
Far and wide
Now,
The forests have disappeared
Somewhere…
And so disappeared the rain followed by
To seek union
As if made for each other
Things have changed a lot;
The trees of buildings have grown
Everywhere, the blue streams of roads
Have sprout like seedlings
And stretched to the far distances
The vehicles run with a great speed
Like panther to hunt the lives…
The dark clouds of polluted air
Shower poison far and wide
Suffocating the life
No trees…
No life…
No survival…
The kids grow unnaturally
Just to see the trees and wildlife in movies and books…
Till the end, let’s awake and arise
To protect the forest and the wildlife
The grace of rain will shower again
And the forest will dance to welcome it!
Poem: 12
Identity
I'm more like anybody,
A common face however,
People refuse to recognize me.
I approach the Known with names,
I beg them to help
Make my name Known.
They just keep silence as if
Heard nothing!
What could I make this out?
A "nothing" pleading for
Nothing?
What if my name unknown
Remain unknown?
...no identity?
Poem: 13
A Soulful Journey!
I walk down the path of uncertainty
To reach the abode of peace
Like an untamed animal my mind revolts
Against all odds that befall on the path
I behold the both - fair and foe
Merging into one another
I sometimes fail to know
The way of the world - which is fair and who’s foe?
The dust and debris cling to my feet
Wanting to follow my path along
Fatigued and exhausted,
I spread my hands out and close my eyes…
I could see the light
Showing the path way back to home
Poem: 14
Soul’s Awakening
God alone knows what made me awake
From the deep sleep of ignorance
That was howling like a beast on my soul
I stretched out my body in lethargy
Like a carefree animal
I didn’t know that I was tied to the world,
Mystified by the deep sleep
I could not insinuate the picture that my eyes saw
Nor I identified with the alien surroundings
I looked out of the window
And what I could I saw
The gigantic portal
Leading to the universe
…the different shapes and shades of colors,
…the mystifying odor,
I could not make out where I was
“Am I asleep yet?”
“I’m awake and need to go to sleep to know the truth”
An urge came from my soul.
Poem: 15
My Room - 1
The clean white walls
And the blue dotted patches
At some intervals,
The yellow-purple clock
Hanging down on an old nail
Blow the backpack,
The stone-marble
Holding out my TV for a long time
Without getting irritated,
The bed Stared annoying at
The incessantly tik-tak-tic talking clock,
And more,
The ceiling-fan
Added the extra music
To the rhythm of the clock
And the dust in the room
Danced in their tune
It's my room - a musical studio of annoyance!
Bio
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Paul Oche is a poet and freelance writer. Though an engineer by profession, some of his poems have appeared in anthologies in
Peace
I know a mansion up somewhere
But its money and fame who live there
And they always wear a cheerful smile
Whenever they get riches to pile
They ask me to come live on the hill
And in their mansion pay no bill
And promised to give me a golden life
Even Venus for a wife.
But I am peace and take delight
To live in hearts and give them light
Though their future be dark and bleak
And harrowing doubts reach their peak.
I am the angel of human race
Though my robe may not be of lace
I have travelled many lands
Come welcome me with both hands.
Paul Oche
Email: ochpaul@yahoo.com
THE DOOR OR THE MARGIN?- Dr. JAYDEEP SARANGI
(bilingual poet academic from
Address: DR. JAYDEEP SARANGI
(Asst. Professor in English)
Kolkata:33,W.Bengal,INDIA.E mailto:mail%3Asarangij@rediffmail.com
BIO:
Jaydeep Sarangi ( is a poet-academic, bilingual Indian English writer, the author of twenty one books on postcolonial issues, Indian writing in English, Australian literature and linguistics and ELT.
He teaches at the Dept . of English,
His doctoral thesis Indian Novels in English: A Sociolingustic Study (pub. 2005) has been published as a book, and favorably reviewed [1] as a welcome contribution to post-colonial studies. He has published numerous papers in journals , including Across Cover, Atlantic Literary Review,Glimpses (Ontario, Canada), Litcritt, The Commonwealth Review, Contemporary Vibes,Labyrinth 'Muse India'and 'Summer Hill, and also in academic journals including, Revista de Lenguas para Fines Especificos (Spain).
[edit] Published books
Some important books by Sarangi are as below:
Indian Novel in English: A Sociolinguistic Study i. Published by Prakash Book Depot, Bara Bazar,
“However, Sarangi deserves appreciation for appending a very lengthy and highly useful bibliography to the text under review. This, in it self, is a glowing testimony to the quality of work offered as a labor of love to the seekers of knowledge. In fact, this is a very valuable referential text and an eminently enjoyable book providing a new dimension in the evaluation of Indian Novel in English”.[2] …
The Indian Imagination Of Jayanta Mahapatra (2006)
Raja Rao The Master & His Moves (2007)
Indian Legendary Writers In English (2009)
Australian Literature: Identity Rep.& Belonging (2007)
The Voice Of India (2009)
Presentation of Postcolonialism: New Orientations
Basavaraj Naikar: Trends and Techniques
Glorious Trends: Indian Writings, Films, and Translations (2009)
Exploration in Indian English Poetry (edited) Authorspress, New Delhi.
A Great Orissan Pilgrim: A Study of Niranjan Mohanty's Works, Sarup and Sons,
[edit] Editorships
He edits two research journals, including the Seva Bharati Journal of English Studies (a refereed journal) and is on the editorial board of Cavalcade (Nigeria), Pegasus (Agra), The Okigbo Review (Nigeria), Unheared Melody (Chapra), Parnassus (RaeBarelly) Prosopisia (Ajmer), Mascarapoetry (Australia), 'Labyrinth'(Gwalior)Indian Journal of World Literature and Culture (Bhubaneswar), IJPCL (Kerala), Scholastic International Journal of Language and Literature (Chennai), ACADEMIC SPECTRUM(Nadia,W.B.)(IISN 0976-9323). and Reflections (Tezu); he is also the editorial advisor of Book Enclave,a publishing house in Jaipur,Rajasthan(India).[3]
Dr Sarangi is one the Executive members of the Guild of Indian English Writers, Editors and Critics(Kerala).He has been elected as the Editor of the journal of the Guild: "Writers Editors Critics".
He has served as one of the executive (regional) members of the Indian Associations for Commonwealth Literature and Language Studies for two terms. He is awarded with Associateship (UGC), IIAS, Shimla (H.P.,
His own poems and translations have appeared in Poet, Bizz-buzz, Art and Poetry Today, The Asian Age, Replica, Reflections, Indian Literature and Okigbo Review.
[edit] Interviews
He has Interviewed some of India’s leading India English writers like Jayanta Mahapatra, Niranjan Mohanty, Sarojini Sahoo, Bibhu Padhi, Manohar Mouli Biswas, Meena Kandasamy, Stephen Gill, Shanta Acharya,Christopher Rollason , Tabish Khair,Sharmila Roy,Kalyani Thakur, Sunny Singh, Priya Hosali, Basavaraj Naikar, and many other distinguished authors from India and abroad. He has also interviewed Geoff Page, a leading Australian poet.Recently his interview with Subil Sharma has come out in a leading on-line journal from
Sarangi has been interviewed by T Sai Chandra Mouli which has come out in a book edited by G S Ghanshyam and T Sai Chandar Mouli. Another interview with Sarangi has come out in Pegasus (
[edit] Memberships
He is a member of following academic bodies:
Executive Member, IACLALS (the Indian Branch Of ACLALS) for two terms
Life Member, Indian Association For Study Of Australia (IASA)
Life Member, Linguistic Society Of India (LSI)
In The Advisory Committee For The IASA, Eastern Region
Life Member, All Indian English Teachers’ Association
[edit] Awards
Awarded with Associateship (UGC), IIAS, Shimla (H.P., India), 2006.
The Lifetime Achievement Award (2009) by
“Sahitya Gaurav-2009” awarded by Home of Letters,
"Best Teacher Award" by the Teachers' Council,seva Bharati Mahavidyalaya 2009.
With my thoughts and the wind.
The room looks solitary
As a dejected lover.
When I gave it company,
Wrote words with pen.
Red blood is not seen,
Only my lonely pillow knows it full;
Sleepless hours and the sleeping pills.
You stop before I can touch you,
Your words vanish
As earth bubbles
When I overstep the margin.
Waiting for it to be opened.
-Jaydeep Sarangi
Life is a butterfly.
It vanishes in to the air.
In a cup of tea
As a poem
Of several images.
It burns your pain
And the ashes
Teach you how a river turns into a gutter.
In a noisy chatter.
-Jaydeep Sarangi
She walks on tall grasses
From the other land
In diffused light
As the north city sleeps.
The grass looks greener than green
Wild green growing
In bed.
As she smiles
The Sun is up in the East.
Mysterious Yogis in the East chant
Holy songs.
Cries out of hunger.
His mother offers
Breasts of no milk,
The child sucks water.
She moves back
As all her nerves vibrate,
Her Hari is in hunger.
She emits golden light
The mother and the child look bright.
A rainbow colour hope
Leads them to the Christmas tree
And their faces re-tell the history.
D.C. Chambial’s Five POEMS
- PETALOUS TOUCH
All’s good, one’s good.
Think of a mountain top, a green velvety meadow,
A lovely glade, an enchanting glacier,
A beautiful spectrum of colours in rainbow
The serene silence of a silent lake –
Peace percolates in humankind
This world to make perfect:
Heaven, like an ocean – a home
Of varied waters and many a tint
From sources and springs different.
Peace is not frail; nay, never weak,
It’s vivacious and full of verve
Keen to carry humane humanity
To its apogee with lilies and violas
Full of sanguine flowery smile
And soft petalous soothing touch.
- THE STRAINS OF PEACE AND JOY
O! Maa Durga, on this auspicious day*
We, the world denizens, pray to banish
And put an end to the Mahishasuras,
The serpents of mankind precipitating and
Perpetuating death, misery and sorrow,
Like the quake of Kuchchha**,
Wringing blood from innocent human eyes
To fill their impious hearts and lungs
With bombs and hatred odious, not love humane,
But foul air and smell of dirty disdain.
No Heaven, nor any Jannat
Awaits, admits and applauds such hearts
The hands smeared with innocent human blood;
The devilish hearts drenched in human tears.
Let the tree of humanity humane
With warmth of boughs sane
Sing the strains of peace and joy twain.
xWritten on the 1st Navaratri of Ashwin , Samvat 206
**area of Gujarat badly hit by an earthquake causing immense loss of life and material
- NEW FIRE OF DAWN
Let us all with one tone of voice and mind
Resolve to mix the morning melody,
The dawn and dusk’s daring designs
With the gloss of noontide of bright
To lit new fire of soothing dawn
Full of patient peace, full of light.
The light that drives the dark away
From dark and dismal dungeon door
That held captive innocent dove
That very much desires to love
And flits the fair perfume of peace
Over the land and ov’r the seas.
All the mountains and all the beauteous vales,
All the deep seas and all the happy sails,
All dreary deserts, all luscious forests
Sing the sonorous strains of global peace;
Melody resounds in the hills and dales
Bubbling with the vigour of brooks and gales.
- A GREEN BUD
O, Maa Saraswati!
I seek your benison
To fill my strains with thy vigour
Of a gale, the heat of a volcano
To sprinkle the softness of a white dove,
The stupendous force of silence in grove
Over the land, over the sea.
Let my songs throng the air with glee.
Bless me, O Maa Saraswati!
Horrendous horror of Lord Shiva’s Tandava
To demolish the forts of humanity’s enemies
Planted in human hearts by Satan, ever looking
To break into God’s Kingdom of hearts loving;
To drive away these sons of Satan,
Bless me with the band of Caliban,
O! Maa Saraswati bless me with the flashing fire,
The horrific horror of Varuna’s* Thunder;
Strike the dens that breed hatred and anger,
Compel the crane-white souls to weep,
Always keen to seize their sleep.
Why this ignominy? Why this acrimony?
Let a bud pink ‘n’ green sprout in hearts’ arid;
Let this land - East to West,
North to South – brim with God’s sweet love.
Let all human hearts be His love’s hub.
*The god of rain, clouds, lightning and thunder
- NATURE’S MESSAGES
In this hour of terror and blood
All around, otherwise at peace, the world;
The doings of terrorists and pirates
Hold the humankind to ransom.
Impregnate their hearts with Gandhian tenets
That they learn a lesson in ahimsa, O God,
And of Martin* and Mandela**,
Tune their hearts humanity to sing.
The world is big, varied and beautiful
Full of His exquisite creatures
Clouds soothing, sonorous rivers,
Overwhelmingly varied land’s textures.
The songs of birds, sounds of animals,
Sighs of wind, cries of caves and tunnels,
Silent but gravid messages of His nature
Tell humans of their grand stature.
Let us all, men and women of the world,
Join hands for global peace and prosperity.
We are the citizens of the world sane,
Tickling laughter in hearts heavy we would fain.
*Martin Luther King who fought for the rights of the Blacks in the US
** Nelson Mandela who struggled for the independence and became the first President of Independent South Africa
D.C. CHAMBIAL
Biodata: b. Sept. 1950. Trilingual Poet (English, Hindi, and Pahari), critic and editor. Has seven books of his poems in English, one in Hindi. Two books of criticism on the poetry of Krishna Srinivas and OP Bhatnagar. Edits POETCRIT – a biannual refereed journal of literary criticism & contemporary Poetry (since 1988). Has received many awards for his poetry from abroad and Messages
1-*The trillions of dollars spent on warfare so far have proved a simple stark fact for us all: No tank or rocket missile can kill a universal and eternal idea of PEACE. As brute dictators cannot wipe out dissidence from their totalitarian states, in the same way, war-mongers cannot erase the opposite idea of peace.After floods, come fertile crops. After hatred, comes reconciliation and peace.*
*Let Venus, not Mars, rule our hearts!*
*Three cheers to all the followers of peace and love and forgiveness!*
*Best,*
*Sunil Sharma *
*Dr. Sunil Sharma,
Associate Professor, Department of English
Model College, (Affiliated to
MIDC,
Dombivli (E),
District: Thane,
2-Poetry is a natural art and to give space to natural art is always praiseworthy.I congratulate FTICHIA KAPARDELI,DR.RAM SHARMA & DR.MOSAM SINHA for this wonderful attempt.I also extend my congratulation to the contributors of this anthology.
Prof.(Dr.) Ajay K Garg
· Executive Director
College of Management & Computer Applications
· General Secretary
Peace is yearned by one and all all over the world, but some sessionist forced have been throwing gnawing problems before the society. I feel we should make a big team of right thinking and peace loving people all over the globe to plead and strive for attainment of peace not only in the interest of the present generation but for the benefit of generations to come. I join you whole heartedly in this noble mission.
With profound regards,
Yours sincerely,
Jasvinder Singh, New Delhi
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