PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR

 

 

Destiny Versus Karma

 

What is the destiny of human beings

Someone has asked me about it

We all are traveling in the same boat

Our voyage can be a cheerful journey

If we trust that ours is the same destiny

We have come from dust

We will have to go to the dust

Everything including our arrogance and ego

Have to leave here with other materials

Only our spirits will meet the almighty

Like a drop of water lost in ocean

The ocean is nothing except a store of drops

But together it can create Tsunami

It can sink mountains

And it can bring rains

It can help create fertility of land

It has infinite power and force

However, an individual drop of water

Cannot quench the thirst of a sparrow

Cannot wet the beak of hummingbird

The destiny of human beings altogether

Can make the world a paradise on earth

However, the destiny of a arrogant king

Can turn the paradise into hell

Now, we all human beings have to decide

And prioritize

Whether require hell or paradise

Destiny in nothing but our Karma

As we sow, so we will reap

Like begets like, smile begets smile and weep begets weep

Copyright ©️

Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar,

 

I Am A Man Of Destiny

 

I am a man, who believes in good or bad destiny

These have been written in my DNA 🧬

Like QR code, which has natural patterns

Which guide us like a road map

To lead our pre-planned destinations

I will work only that much as already mentioned

On the epitome of my destination

Whatever, I do from cradle to grave 🪦

Whatever, span of life I have got

These are previously brought into in my record

Sometimes, I missed my train

But later on catch up a plane

It was my destiny, I believe

That's why I always say to my friends

Do your best and leave the rest

If something is written in your luck

That will come walking to you

Believe it, God feeds both snake and sparrow

Hence, banish business banish sorrow

To the God belongs tomorrow

Copyright ©️

Dr Perwaiz Shaharyar

 

PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR

 

Dr. PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR is an Editor and a trilingual (English, Hindi and Urdu) poet, short story writer and critic from India. He is Graduate with English Honours from Ranchi University. He has topped Jawaharlal Nehru University in Masters with Literature. He was awarded Doctor of Philosophy for his Research Work from University of Delhi. He is Post Graduate Diploma holder in Calligraphy, Mass Media and Book publishing. He has written more than 100 poems, participated in many worldwide webinars and published in various international anthologies, so far. His as many as 25 poems have been translated by many award-winning litterateurs in Polish, Indonesian, Arabic, Spanish, Portuguese and Albanian languages. The anthology of his 40 selected poems ‘The Burning Boat’ containing mystic (Sufism) and metaphysical elements was published in November 2025.

NITA B GEORGE

 

 

The Hunt

 

It stalks you,

Stalks you

And catches you.

Unaware.

The lines,

Strokes

Of the Great Master

Deliver you

And

The hunt

Goes on.

 

Life Passes by

 

She

Lay

Old, shriveled, alone

Just

Outside

The

Emergency ward

I

Paused

Then,

Moved

On.

 

NITA B GEORGE

 

NITA B GEORGE: Author...Nita B George is a poet and a short story writer. A Post Graduate in English Literature from the Osmania University, Hyderabad, Telangana, India, she writes in English. She has 37 years’ experience in teaching English to Degree students. She has garnered in depth insights into young growing minds and these insights are deeply ingrained in her poetic expression. She has mastered the art of contraction in ideas and economizing on words in her poetry. Sometimes, the number of words in her poems are just 18 including the title. Her adept use of Imagery and poetic techniques make reading her works extremely delightful.

 

KAREEM ABDULLAH

 

 

In The Breath Of Destiny

 

I felt you in the wind that caresses the sea,

in every wave that bows to the sky to touch your name.

My veins are rivers seeking your shore,

and my breath—a white horse—runs toward your dreams.

 

Among the stars, I have built a bridge of silence,

to walk toward you with steps of desire.

Do not fear the distance, nor the wait:

I am already on the horizon where you call me.

 

And when time casts its cloak over the evening,

you will find me there—

in the heartbeat you recognize as yours,

in the embrace that knows no bounds.

 

A Hesitant Laugh

Its Charm Bottled In A Jar

 

She bowed her heart, heavy with memories, burying its sharp pains.

She buried the makeup of her life behind a bridge destined for an untimely death, and said goodbye to what fate had shattered in the pockets of caprices. It continues, in its sky,

the leaves of salvation hover, adorned with the stumps of tears.

And among its flowers, a hesitant laugh hides, amazed by the crowd of wrinkles.

A cacophony of yellow spreads through the joints of its thresholds, its moans suffocating it.

Who tied the wings of its tentacled dawn?

She shakes off the legacy of isolation and the air that suffocates her every time a dream caresses her hair, a dream that has abandoned her waking conversation.

And that cold touch, timidly hastening,

repeats itself in its distant circles.

A crack in her heart widens.

Like a faceless fetus,

shattering everything else,

a warm whisper lingers beneath his dream-soaked clothes,

trembling with mourning.

 

Throats of lament spill over his winter bed, tracing his bewilderment. He curls up under the tattered blanket of a time that sweeps away his tender flowers.

His strings murmur of piercing ghosts escaped from his window. Many promises, like arrows, struggle impossibly among the branches of memory.

The strings of calls grow hoarse, and the unconsciousness of estrangement devours his pain-stricken day. Grief wallows in the shards of his mirror, practicing anguish, burying his smiling yesterday in a thick crypt that dismantles the rebirth of the future.

 

He entrusts his secrets, prodigal of disappointment, to the pillows of absence.

Without permission, he refines the hammer of displacement.

Her sleepy waterwheels, from the windows of her days, escape the tranquility of her imprisoned curtains, her enchantments locked in a bottle of suffocating expectation in unknown ports. In her voice, the exhausting distances are shortened in the neigh of femininity, while the topography intertwines in a mirror that has smuggled the collapse of flowers, thus a torpor creeps in, floating, covering the skin of hope.

 

KAREEM ABDULLAH

 

KAREEM ABDULLAH is an Iraqi poet, writer and playwright. Born in Baghdad in 1962, Kareen Abdullah is the author of "Baghdad in Its New Dress" (Book House 2015). His name has appeared in many important Arabic literary magazines and he won the Tajdeed Prose Poetry Prize in 2016. Kareem has published eight collections of poetry in Arabic and his poems have been translated into numerous languages. Creator of the highly successful cultural project that promotes poets and artists with the critical literary and stylistic analysis that he carries out in collaboration with the international cultural promoter Elisa Mascia - Italy, with subsequent publications in Alessandria today Magazine and on the blog nonsoloarteepoesia Magiche Emozioni dell'Anima. He is an official international member of Ciesart and has been published in Humanity Magazine Global

RADKA MARINOVA LYULYAKOVA

 

 

R e v e l a t i o n

 

I have learned to find joy in the smallest things,

And greet the morning light with a grateful heart.

I borrow a spark where the sunlight springs,

To illuminate my path even through the night.

Along the earthly road I walk, I’ve learned

To honor dignity in every soul,

To tread with care, mindful of each step,

And hold no other responsible for my role or faults.

For feelings that arise endure beyond their hour,

They live beyond the moment they appear.

When giving freely, joy reveals its true power—

This is the lesson that earthly life imparts.

In every single moment, I have come to see

That meaning lies far deeper than what meets the eye.

Insight has unveiled itself through passing days—

Life is vast, profound, and undeniably true.

Each day I meet the face of higher wisdom,

Alive with infinite, creative fire.

Events unfold before me in perfect alignment,

Formed precisely to inspire.

I bow before the great guiding force

That governs through harmony’s deep design.

Did I seek it, or did it summon me forth?

Through understanding, it transforms my soul.

For everything, a return is always found,

By sacred logic, mighty and profound.

In this brief life upon the earthly ground,

Give generously—goodness always comes around.

And I am vital within this boundless whole,

My presence firm, my voice clearly heard.

My essence visible—a world, a soul,

A single photon, sparking earthly wisdom bright.

 

Coloring

 

My life unfolds like a film in black and white,

Filled with triumphs, failures, even shame.

The scenes were chosen long ago, yet I—

With conscious heart—must breathe color into them.

When fear arises, the lines grow dark and tight.

When joy is mine, the day smiles in return.

And when my faithful friends walk close beside me,

I climb the steep, long path with steady confidence.

Each fleeting moment gains a splash of hue.

If shadows grow too deep, I touch them with white.

My hopes and dreams I share, sincere and true—

For humanity has endured through light and dreams.

Experience now teaches me how to blend,

To seek the most harmonious and balanced tones.

Yet life does not always unfold as I intend,

For time whirls swiftly in its dancing flow.

It wisely reminds me: color boldly and freely,

Infuse each stroke with pure, profound feeling,

Seek beauty everywhere with careful eyes,

And show the good in colors bright and clear.

Thus life grows vivid on this colored reel—

Through feelings, hopes, and dreams, I make it shine.

At last I reach the moment I can truly feel:

The light breaks through, and the film begins to gleam.

 

RADKA MARINOVA LYULYAKOVA

 

RADKA MARINOVA LYULYAKOVA. She lives and works in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. She writes poetry and short stories. She has published two books — Religion Love and Apocalypse… The Summer of 2006, co-authored with Miglena Karavelova. Her poems and short stories have been included in collections published by Bukvite and Mnogotochie. In electronic format, her works can be found on Google, published by Biblioman and Libra Scorp. Her short story Evolution of the Intellect won the award of the Fortuna Writers’ Club in the national competition Mostove. Her poem Sonnet of Admiration was published in Litteratour RW- November 2025.

CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

 

 

Cleanup

 

She came to clean the house-

the dung of Augeas.

I suppose it would take

a new Hercules

to do it.

I was in despair.

I begged her

not to leave me alone

in there again.

“Sorry for the mess,” I said,

asking to be forgiven.

“I can no longer

keep his house tidy.

I don’t know…

I don’t feel like it…

I don’t love him

as I did.

Maybe I am older.

Maybe I am punishing him.

I will pay you more.

Just bear our dirt.

Take it away.

Throw it away.”

And she said:

“I was not meant

to be a housekeeper.

But I need the money.”

I felt worse.

But she needed the money.

How could I push her away

from her destiny?

I could not afford

to pay

for her lost dreams too.

 

The Turtle

 

Is it wrong to say

that I am different?

 

That I admire those

who express themselves easily,

though I never could?

 

I am going away, my little one.

 

I grow wild.

I became angry all at once

with everything

I should have faced

long ago.

 

As long as you were near,

you sweetened me.

 

They say there are no illusions.

 

But the face of the world

changes

with the eyes that see it

and the moment that holds them.

 

So I peep from inside my shell,

like a wise old turtle

who lived two hundred years

instead of one hundred,

and is now endangered.

 

Do turtles go through menopause?

Or do they go on,

carrying life

until the end?

 

They do, I suppose.

 

I do not.

 

I am tired.

Most of all, because of you.

 

You made me feel

we are no longer needed

on this planet.

 

So why begin again?

 

Whatever I once admired

in my kind

faded to nothing in your presence.

 

I am too tired

to build everything

from the beginning.

 

So here I remain,

inside my shell,

preparing a long journey

with all my kind—

 

going to find our destiny elsewhere,

hoping the others

will justify

the reason for their existence.

 

And perhaps I, too,

will forget-

through something quiet,

something I have not yet known,

before I disappear.

 

Through somewhere

that does not wound.

 

My Command

 

Live! Live! Live!

Get away!

Stand upright!

Look ahead!

 

Force destiny

to face you

as a soldier.

 

That inner impulse-

I will give it to you.

I just need you.

 

Do not drag me

into pain.

 

I look at you

in the eyes—

with one bullet

in my forehead,

and another,

point-blank,

in my heart.

 

Ready within,

wayfarer.

 

Live! Live! Live!

 

There is no later.

Only

this moment—

take it.

©Chryssa Velissariou

 

 

CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

 

CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU is a physicist, educator, and principal of the General Lyceum of Domeniko, based in Greece. She is the founder of STEAMDUP EUROPE (NGO) and an active member of the social cooperative “Smiling Sketches,” with strong involvement in European projects (Erasmus+, Creative Europe) that combine science, art, and education. She designs participatory actions, audiovisual productions, and innovative educational programs with a focus on the environment and storytelling. As a poet, she has received international distinctions, including 1st International NBPF Beat Poet Laureate and NBPF Poet Laureate Lifetime, and serves as Poetry Canada & International Peace Ambassador to Greece. Her work explores human experience, vulnerability, and the search for meaning through creative expression.

 

TETJANA HRYTSAN-CHONKA

 

 

The Eyes Of The Ukrainian Land

 

In the dripping memories of love,

 In the morning, I see the light, the stars.

Her blessed eyes, her holy request.

I am with you, even if the knitting needles

Want to measure time.

I am with you, I am by your side.

Love tenderly in your thoughts,

 My Word is always with you,

The blue gaze is the God of Love.

The earthly and blessed Savior...

Her dawning eyes, her girlish longings,

 Her bright movements, Her happy hands,

Her blessed Yasas, her excessive, ours

Sensual worlds are flooded with tears for years...

 We have been washing ourselves in blood for too long.

 We have merged inhumanly with the war,

 We haven't prayed in essence yet.

 The enemy is still pressing on our world.

 Happy Eyes - seven centuries, save your child,

 Wash the waters, sanctify the sun.

 

A Precious Day Of Life

 

Find me among a thousand buds,

Accept me, wrap me with the mourning

Of my yesterday's shadow,

My transparent frothy

Words....

I am alive.

Bring me the first kiss,

Swallow the tears of earthly gifts....

Accept God's wonders.

I am alive....

In the lavender light, birds

Are flying home,

Roofs

Covered with feathers of songs,

Day....

I am in the sky, among the birds,

Carrying water, sprinkling sins

Of yesterday's kin....

I am from the East....

I will learn your Words,

I will give all of myself

To the people...

 

*Sprinkling-----watering

 

TETJANA HRYTSAN-CHONKA

 

TETJANA HRYTSAN-CHONKA is a Ukrainian poet, translator, and cultural diplomat, author of 15 poetry collections and the novel-essay “Living Doors.” As co-author of over 200 international anthologies, she has received prestigious awards (Kafka, Böll, Hemingway, Burns, Dreiser, among others) and holds the World Order of Cultural Diplomacy and the title of “Ambassador of Peace.” Her poetry bridges cultures, languages, and worlds. Her works have been translated into many languages, including English, German, Kyrgyz, Serbian, Romanian, Italian, and Vietnamese. She has been published in international journals and is a member of various international platforms "WORLD POETS FOR PEACE IN UKRAINE." Tetiana is also a Ukrainian record holder in patchwork work "Bosorka." In 2024, she was awarded the title "Honored Cultural Worker of Ukraine

 

 

 

 

DONNA MCCABE

 

Affinity

 

I have found a love

As rich as a Pharaohs tomb

I feel just like a butterfly

Emerging from it's cocoon

I feel bold

I feel young

There is a song of joy in my heart

You're my charm of protection

When danger is near

You soothe away all thought of fear

I cannot breathe

I cannot think

My mind is in overload

We have risked a lot

To get this far

Our hearts sought each other out

A multi-coloured destiny

Our paths of life marked out

Together forever

You and I

My one and only sweet ally.

Donna McCabe ©

 

 

The Colour Of Midnight

 

The colour of midnight

So dark, so intense

Your life is a photograph

Shot through a lens

Old photos, new photos

Memories gone by

Some make you laugh

Some make you cry

But the ones that you laugh at

Are locked in your heart

You hold each one so dearly

You couldn't choose the best

And for the rest of your life

You will embrace the rest

Happiness, sadness

They go hand in hand

Life has no boundaries,

You make your own plans

So go forth and be bold

Your life is yours to mold.

Donna McCabe ©

 

DONNA MCCABE

 

DONNA MCCABE is an established poet, reviewer and artist from South Wales, UK, with over twenty-five years’ experience. Her work has gained her multiple accolades within her field of literature. From being published in journals, magazines and anthologies both nationally and internationally.  she is also a respected admin on many social media pages as well as having her own Instagram page and poetry page.

JOSÉ LUIS LÓPEZ

 

 

In Case Of Fire

 

It hangs there.

 

Visible.

Ready.

Untouched.

 

A solution

waiting for a problem

we hope never comes.

 

We pass by it

without thinking.

 

Trusting

that if something burns,

if something breaks,

if something gets out of control—

 

this

will be enough.

 

But not all fires

are visible.

 

Not all emergencies

make noise.

 

Some burn quietly,

inside—

 

without alarms,

without instructions,

without anything

mounted on a wall

to save us.

 

And when those moments come,

 

we realize:

 

we prepared

for the wrong flames.

 

---

 

Because the most dangerous fires

 

are the ones

no one taught us

how to put out.

 

The Empty Seat

 

It’s still there.

 

Unmoved.

Available.

Waiting—

 

but not for anyone specific.

 

A place

that once held weight,

conversation,

presence.

 

Now it holds nothing.

 

And somehow,

that nothing

feels heavy.

 

We don’t think about chairs

until one is empty

when it shouldn’t be.

 

Until absence

takes shape.

 

Until silence

sits where someone used to.

 

And we begin to understand

that space

 

is not just space—

 

it remembers.

 

---

 

Because sometimes

what’s missing

 

is the only thing

we can see.

 

Between Doors

 

It doesn’t open

for anyone in particular.

 

It simply responds

to presence.

 

A step closer—

and it moves.

 

A step back—

and it closes.

 

As if space itself

is deciding

who passes

and who remains.

 

Inside,

there are chairs

waiting without urgency.

 

Outside,

there is movement

without pause.

 

And in between—

 

this moment.

 

Transparent,

but not neutral.

 

Because crossing

is never just physical.

 

Something always stays.

Something always changes.

 

---

 

Because every door

 

is also

a decision.

 

Lines That Hold

 

Nothing moves.

 

And yet—

everything is aligned.

 

Lines crossing

without touching stories,

spaces divided

without resistance.

 

A surface

that appears simple,

but carries

every step

that passes unnoticed.

 

We walk over it

without thinking,

without seeing

the order beneath us.

 

But it holds.

 

Quietly.

Precisely.

Without asking

to be seen.

 

And maybe

that’s what sustains us most—

 

not what stands out,

but what remains

in place.

 

---

 

Because not everything that supports us

needs to be noticed.

JOSÉ LUIS LÓPEZ

LEYLA IŞIK

 

 

“Asia” explores the tension between destiny, exploitation, and existence through the body and silence of a woman. Rather than defining fate directly, the poem seeks to evoke it through lived experience and layered imagery.

 

Oh Asya (I)

 

While swinging from one side to the other,

anchored in the darkness of the night,

her naked body would make love to the drunk time.

Rough horsemen would ride on her vast hills,

as if they had triumphed from first to last. . .

After every triumph, in her big almond eyes her rains would well up into the bitter of blue

with her black destiny,

And every spring, Asya's branches would come into bloom

With the purple bunches blooming for bitter in nooks.

She wouldn't see the wounded seagulls flying to their freedom.

Her locked lips would keep silent towards inside of her.

She would keep silent to the oceans all around.

Whereas Asya. . .

was a continent fully stretched out to love.

© Leyla Işık

 

Oh Asya (II)

 

Did you lay down

After the lessons you have learned?

Are the tears from your dark eyes

Going to pour down

İnto the wine glass like sorbet?

Your body is going to cry again.

İts going to water the purple violets of your skin,

The most hidden place that

You have hidden it.

Let the shameless lips thirsty

For you drink poison.

Did you die while living?

Did you get buried alive inside of hopes?

Strip down now to your virtue

Hide the hurt you have inside of yourself

Bring down the weight

From your soul from

The most unhealable place

Load it to the soul that enslaved you

Every time your alone side is remembered

Know that the curse of being

A woman/a name will come into place.

© Leyla Işık

 

LEYLA IŞIK

LEYLA IŞIK: Educator-Poet-Writer-Artist-Painter. She graduated from Teacher Training College in Usak and Faculty of Education of Eskisehir Anadolu University. She had worked as a teacher for many years. She, Vice President of KIBATEK and International Organization and Project Coordinator, organized the 31st,34 th, 39th, 40 th, 42 nd, 44 the KIBATEK International Litrary Festivals and attended India World Poetry Festival organized by Pentasy B in Hydarabadand “Golden Word” International Literary Festival in Uzbekistan. Her Awards:2003 - İksder-İzmir Culture and Art Association "Halikarnas Fisher CevatŞakir" First Prize Poetry Award, 2008 – Şaire Mehseti Gencevi (MŞM) Honorary Diploma on behalf of Azerbaijani Baku Poet Mesheti Genjevi for Serving Turkish World Literature. 2013 – Atilla İlhan Friendship and Fidelity Medallion from Platform of Love Izmir 2015 - World Young Writers Association (DGTYB) Literary Award, 2016 - Rumen Dialect, Poetry, Art, Literature Platform International Literature, Friendship and Peace Prize. 2017-Pablo Neruda Cultural Association” Neruda Award 2017”award- Italy Pablo Neruda Cultural Association” Representative for Turkey of Pablo- Neruda-Italy Honorary Member of Italian Cultural Association Pablo Neruda Chief Representative of the World Notation Writers ‘union in Turkey-Kazakhstan  Hyderabad India World Poetry Festival Pentasi B 2017 "Inspirational poetry" award Fellowship Certificate-Fellow of the Regal world of Scribes (FRWS) India World Poetry Festival “Writers Corner - Warangal Medal”  India World Poetry Festival Writers Corner Warangal “The Enchanting Muse Award" World Nations Writers “Union Kazakhstan “Pride of the Globe-2017, WNWU” in Response to exceptional commitment and devotion to literature 2018 -OPA-Poetry Archive’s Assignment of Publication OPA Our Poetry Archive featured poet of the month March. World Award in Literature - 2018, WNWU 2019-Motivational strips “AMBASSADOR DE LITERATURE 2020-Peruvian Union "Literary Excellent Award" Hispanom Dial De Escritores, Motivation           Strips, World Nations Writers Union Chile Diploma and Certificate of Honor Romania International Academy of Arts and Letters Certificate Morocco "International Creativity and Humanity Certificate" India / Daman "World Illustrated Poetry Forum" Grand Woman Poet Award for great success in high virtue assessment. Her books: HUZUR ÇERÇEVEM (E) poetry, SERÜVEN KUŞU İÇİMİN ÖYKÜSÜ poetry – poetic expression, YENİDEN YAŞAMAK GİBİ short story ,BİR BAŞKA DÜŞ (E) poetry - poetic expression, DODAQ İZLERİN poetry -translated and published at Vektör University, DÜŞLERİMİ (Ç) ALDIM ,UYKUSUZ ESRİK GECENİN SABAHINDA ,ULUSLARARASI EDEBİYAT ŞÖLENİ ŞİİR ANTOLOJİSİ Besides  KIBATEK. Aegean Cultural Platform Theatre Coordinator, Literature Association Member , Member of International Activist Artists Association, She is also Turkey Representative and Honorary Member of Italy Pablo Neruda Cultural Association, Member and Turkey representative of World Nation Writers Association. Her poems are published in international anthologies; Galaksi  Poetike  Atanis, Grami Romanesc, Global Voices of 21st Century female Poets QUEEN, Poetry in the Park Collection No 4,Antologia Poetica KIBATEK festival 39 (Italy), Antologia Amaravati Poetic Prism 2018,2019 Her articles and poems have been translated into German, Albanian, Arabic, Romanian, Bosnian, Bulgarian, Dutch, Italian, English and Azeri Turkish, Spanish, Macedonian, Urdu, Chinese by published in anthologies in various journals both in Turkey and abroad. She is painter, received theatre training, writes heather plays besides poetry, short stories and essays. She is the poet of passion, longing, love and struggle.