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Editorial 1 Bully Or Ally Ruchi Chopra 2 Poems By Ndaba Sibanda 6 My Story OfYouth Richa Dixit 9 Poems By CeriNaz 11 Still Life By Shaziya 14 Youth: Photographs By Bryann Ramos Gabis 15 So Called Love Akshay Singhi 19 Hear Their Cry Elizabeth Castillo 23 Realization Shahid Khan 25 Words Weaver, Jen Walls: Interview By Iram Fatima 'Ashi' 26 Ruchi's Photography 39 The Youth OfToday Aparna Mukherjee 44 Youth Durga Patva 45 Stained Innocence Elizabeth E Castillo 48 Open Letter To My Preteen Daughter Ruchi Chopra 49 Paintings By Piyush Kumar, Prince Ayush & Pankaj Deore 53 When It Happened To Them Satwik Mishra 58 Race Against Time Machine Akash Saagar 61 Tobacco And Youth Shahid Khan 63 Definition OfYouth Changes Praveen Gola 67 Quest Ruchi Chopra 69 Youth A Raja Rahul 71 Your Reflection 75 Poems By Amitabh Vikram Dwivedi 77 Why Do I Write? 79 Under 15 Zone 81 Verma's Art: Paintings By Raj Verma 83 Guidelines To Submit Your Manuscripts 95 Back Page Courtesy Jonali Karmakar

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Dear Readers, Greetings to all! Youth is the time of life when one is full of freshness, vigor, spirit, dreams, aims, energy to showcase yourself and to prove your worth. This time Reflection comes with all the colors and enthusiasm of this 'youth topic', our content has all the storm reflecting the energy of youth in forms of articles, short stories, poems, sketches and photographs. I want to say thank you from the depth of my heart to each single contributor, Editor, Associate Editor, advisory board member, artist, layout makers for their co-operation and giving their precious time and most of all to our readers whose responses spur us on to give our best every time. Enjoy reading a youthful issue and refresh your life. Happy reading... Love and blessings Iram Fatima 'Ashi'

Editor in Chief (Saudi Arabia, NRI)

I was craving for some kind of inspiration to overcome my creative hiatus- “what to pen down for this month's topic, Bully, sigh.” During that vagrant pursuit, I randomly picked up my iPhone and started to see the available game apparatus on the Bully. Oh! To my utter astonishment the list was long for this “fun filled virtual thrashing.” Sadly, this “witticism” made me notice the glum words like revenge, thrashing, trashing, smash, and so on. My mind raved with the thought, is it a sane idea even if for fun, to beat up, trash up, brace up against Bully, in such ways, communicating

a totally negative message altogether for this sensitive issue? And, my momentary creative hiatus was over too. “Don’t be a Bully”

It’s one of the most common catch phrases we all might have used sometime or somewhere in our lives. Bullying is unwelcome, assertive behavior of anyone, which thrives on power “inequality.” And Inequality is like that “pricking thorn”that comes with the inflicted wound, as I mentioned in my last post on the compassion also, Words have a power to heal or bleed. It 2

takes herculean efforts, support and intervention from family, friends, community and support groups to overcome that swallowed hurt, abuses and trauma hurled back from the Bully or better say any kind of vindictive acts. The healing process is incomplete without a few of our allies, whom I have nicknamed as “happy face morals”like Goodness, Truth, Compassion and Humility etc.

coming from all walks of our lives.

Whenever I have to interact with my daughters on the issue of Bully or any kind of interaction to make them understand the value of reverence and veracity of life I cite examples/stories of positive and happy face morals vis-à-vis negative and sad face morals/emotions like fear, anguish and sadness etc. As both sides of the coin make a whole life.

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Emotive--- motives To quote Newton’s third law of motion, “For every reaction there is an equal and opposite reaction,” we may find uncanny

similarities in our lives while processing these despicable and unwarranted behavior

When a person bullies someone, it’s an “interactive process,” a complete “communication” process having an “introduction” and a “conclusion” wherein the range of indemnity differs. Usually Bully is being categorized under major formats such asPhysical bullying Social Bullying Verbal Bullying Cyber bullying

To quote Darwin- “survival of the fittest” strategy so who is the fittest- the bully as he/she holds the power to subjugate and thrash someone’s self-esteem or the person who is being bullied, look weaker as he/she didn’t retaliate in the same “meaner” manner as Bully does? A person who got bullied becomes another player in this complex perpetual game. Until this vicious cycle breaks. Human mind is one complex entity with

multitudes of thoughts, emotions and feelings to process.These platitudes of “stubborn derivatives” mostly evolve from our thoughts<congested><prejudiced><conditi oned><non-awareness><insensitivity> and our emotiveresponses to any kind of stimuli, bad or good. There exists “Symbiotic relationship” between mind and positive happy face morals that we can count as our ally like compassion, love, goodness, reverence etc. We all are made of flesh and blood. So, why we all need to forget this reality and humiliate someone or act as brash, judgmental and insensitive to others feelings or emotions or life?

Bully or Ally, it’s a choice

To weed out these“sad face morals” bringing negativity in our mindsets, flushing them out required a great deal of efforts. But keep trying of course, keep reaching out to those in needs, as it serves two purposes, it will help them in healing process and it will enrich your life in many ways as a person. Overhyped Stigma

Overuse word Overt reactions Is it a fad to use these words and expressions encompassing “little mean acts” and “unkind” behavior? Is this word like many other meaner words has become a fad, a convenient word to dispel or expel our fears and subjugated actions twirling around life complexities and idiosyncrasies? Society needs to understand balance is the essence of harmony. Negativity prevails as positivity is threatened with these overt reactions. Too much use of anything will have “wear& tear” effect, The “Bully” has become the “Devolving concept”these days as too much of exposure and repetition has done the much-required harm. Man is a social animal, is true in its core essence, we feed on social interactions, and social following and social media. Socially inept and discarded attitudes have done much harm to the word usage and its correct, definitive significance, which is labeled and hummed in a negative parlance since long. But the 4

historical evidence suggests this word wasn’t painted in such gloomy hues way back then,

here. My idea to pen down this piece of writing was to communicate this message, “Everyone has this quorum of positive and negative sides, but little efforts make a huge If a feudal lord spoke of his “bully,” he difference to many lives, contribute to was referring to his sweetheart, and its community service or sharing in anyways etymological roots referred to the Dutch you can do.” Learn to convert Bully into word boel (lover). Several centuries later, Ally through proper intervention and the word’s meaning altered from “good guidance support before it becomes more fellow” to marginalized and perpetual pleasure “blusterer”. transforming their minds into some kind of disobedient criminal’s or a confused Gradually the word’s definition has traitor’s. further metamorphosed into “someone who Everyone is a bully harass the weak.” We all have shades, grey and improbable. Social interaction- Negative Peace, Respect, Care & Share PositiveIs this a nasty word or is this an“ethical” Last month, 1000 beautiful souls have fright? raised their “collective voice” on the issue Desensitization happens when we of Compassion, I also participated in this overstress or overuse anything; it happened collective effort called as #1000speak. with the concept of bullying also. This month we are collectively raising This word like many other “meaner” our voice on the issue of Bullying. words have been “invading” our thoughts If you all wish to read, join, share and and life in some ways or other. write for the issue, join the Facebook You can get an idea on bullying aspects Page1000 Voices Speak for Compassion and statistical data from many Internet websites so I am not brooding over that

Ndaba Sibanda is a Zimbabwean-born writer. He hails from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe`s second largest city. In 2005 he authored an epic, Love Oâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;clock. He has contributed to fourteen published books including such international anthologies asPoems For Haiti, A South African anthology, Snippets, Voices Of Peace, Black Communion, Ripples ofLove, Lost Coast Review, Summer 2014: Vol. 5, No. 3, On the Rusk Issue Three (Volume 3), Emanations: Foray into Forever, World Healing ~ World Peace Volume I: a poetry anthology (World Healing ~ World Peace 2014) (Volume 1),Metaphor: Modern and Contemporary Poetry (Volume 1), East Coast Literary Review: Spring Edition 2014 and Eccentric Press Poetry Anthology (Volume I): Omni Diuersitas and 52 Loves(2015) and Crossing Lines Anthology(2015).

Crawling towards anything reachable Crying little cries stressful and likable. Then running around with plastic kites Believing I could run fast enough to fly. Each toy bought usually faced one fate That ofbeing driven and disassembled. Because curiosity forced my hands to actSought to see the hidden intestines oftoys!

I was in Grade Five when we went on a school trip To Chipangali Wildlife Orphanage. To say l was excited is an understatement. Though l did not have much in my lunch-box The thought ofgoing as a group to see wild animals Was a monumental source ofwild anticipation and joy. Upon arriving we learnt that they did not want to see any abused animal. The lady who looked after animals told us that Chipangali Wildlife Orphanage Was celebrated as one ofAfricaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s leading and most effective wildlife rehabilitation And release centres. We saw many different animals -orphaned, abandoned, Injured, born in captivity . We also saw those which were brought in sick or injured, Or were confiscated. It was a memorable day for me and my school mates.

“Oh! I forgot my spectacles, oh! I forgot my stick. Oh! Where is my muffler?” “Hey! Can’t you keep your things in one place, old man! Huh….” I often forget all those that are a daily story. They say I am aged now, an old man, really? My son and his wife say so…. O no… no, I don’t think so, my son who’s in his 30’s, seldom forgets his stuff, and Ana his wife shouts at him, you are getting old like your father. I wonder whether forgetting things is an old age bell! Rubbish stuff, it’s just that I am busy with all my fantasized thoughts at my seventies and a secret love affair …. Ssshhhh… It’s 5.30 pm and I have gathered all my required so-called old age stuff, in order to wander on the lane outside our house that connects to the park. Yes, the green island that sprinkles freshness, soulfulness in me where I meet my love, my Youth in me, with whom I have still a passionate love affair, yes, the youth that flows all over and energizes me like the touch of a lover. It’s there in those little angles that never lower down their energies and play like mad on and on. Those bright flowers which fill each gray in me with their bright colors. That sunset scene where the sun and I, like two best friends, ponder each other with a smile and a promise to meet next day, with the same love again. Oh! There’s so much life in this. I am left with a humble smile on my face that doesn’t bother my wrinkled skin. I am left with sparkling eyes, which romance with each and every beauty present at that place like a street lover. These fountains sprinkle water droplets on me, as I troll by, and I stretch my hand to feel it, like a kid, just holding my hand out of that window in my room, to feel the rain. And these chirping birds, the black Maina, sing that beautiful song of hers to me and the woodpeckers serve an instrument with their pricking sound on tree trunks, as if they want to offer their love to me. There’s no one to shout, “Hey! Old man…. Get your stuff.”

I sit on a bench there; close my eyes, relaxing my neck on the bench, like sleeping in the lap of my young self, where I no longer see my white hair, wrinkled face, a stick beside. I feel young, I feel lively. Yeah, these green sparks light a youthful soul in me and whispers, “your soul is young still and your heart holds love.” I could feel my youth again, that’s innocent, that’s madness, that doesn’t go over the specifications and perfection, and it’s complete with its imperfect gestures. Youth for me are my thoughts that are not age bound, they are free butterflies, forever young, forever glorified in their own originality, with which I fall in love like this daily. And here the lovely evening is over, time to say goodbye to my love keeping its fragrance in my heart. I swing back, armed with candy floss and ice-cream bars that I carry for my granddaughter, and we both believe in sharing…… That’s me, Mr. Old Man (Steave), as they say and my short story… But I know I am young, I am youthful in my own way and that way is to fall in love every day with my youth…. My passionate love affair of seventies…. And that’s my short story of youth, what’s yours?

Caroline Nazareno a.k.a. CeriNaz is a multi-awarded world poet, editor, lecturer and journalist. She won the FrangBhardi Literary Prize 2014 in Albaniaon December 28, 2014. Internationally recognized and awarded by the KIBATEK (Kıbrıs-BalkanlarAvrasyaTürkEdebiyatlarıKurumu) as ‘’şairGazeteci’’ (poet- journalist) during the 34th KIBATEK International Festival ofLiterature and Arts in Tuzla, Istanbul, Turkey on November 8, 2014.

I only have fingers To write about my youth I only have mere eyes To read what I wrote I only have ears To listen to those written words I am a naïve plebeian Unrefined from the shores Ofinnocence You gave me arms To embrace the wholeness Ofwritten and unwritten sentence You gave me wisdom When the eyes couldn’t see What’s beyond my sight You built the doors ofmy mind To be open and never be closed I never asked But you gave me More than enough.

Imprisoned From the sanctions And skeletons Ofmemories. Impaired By demised And deflated hope. Inflamed Branches Ofboundaries And chambers Ofmending. Far-gone and fallen Contours ofpassion And feigned liberty. At the sundown Ofa vision, Was a breathing nose Ofstrength And radiating fingers Oftime. The milestone Ofthe rising.

Arwind was his name. He had been addressed as â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;Fatsoâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;, bullied at college for his heftiness but his positivity helped him stay laid back. He was simple, subtle and to be peculiar, he understood life and its pace. He was loved by everyone and I had a hint that he loved me. It would be stupidity if I say my heart did not feel anything for him yet you know, there is always something inside you which stops you admit such feelings. I ignored all those tingling feeling in my stomach, which always bothered me when I was occupied with his thoughts until he confessed his feelings for me. He was rich, intelligent, sensitive, caring all in all he was Mr. perfect. I admitted my love for him after his proposal and we tied a knot after pursuing our graduation

though our families were against this decision. Part of fact, I never felt ignored or unhappy. In fact, after the wedding, happiness blossomed every day and night. We spent a lot of time together and trust me this feeling of being loved and falling head over heels with your dear one is heartwarming. Two years passed and we had a baby girl. We convinced our families and rejoiced the reunion with utmost love. Seemed like life slider its dark shade over us. Fatso expressed his unwillingness to live along with me and my daughter. Yes, you heard me right, he refused to stay along with us without giving in any reason. I was shattered by his heart breaking bluntness. I could not handle the thought of his unwillingness to live his life with me after sharing a divinity time. 19

While I had all such thoughts, he was happy too but I had no clue what made him blurt those dreadful words. My daughter Arvinda is 6 years old now. He never wanted us in his life; tries to get him back resulted empty. I was hurt, broken but I never felt hatred for him. I still love him though we have stayed apart.

“Why the hell did you come here? Didn’t I make it clear to you about not wanting to see you for the rest of my life. Just go away from here.”

“She is your daughter Mr. Arwind Kumar”, I said pointing at Arvinda who was sitting on couch at a distance. He didn’t even bother to have a glimpse at her that made me feel devastated. Today for the first time Arvinda asked me Right that moment I dragged my daughter out of about her dad. I couldn’t hold my tears back place wanting to disappear from his sight. I when my little princess sweetly asked me about that literally started hating and cursing him for the her father’s where about. I promised my angel emerged between us, the departure. Why in that she will be meeting her father soon pulling space the world did he do this to us. I miss him. I miss her into a hug. The very next day I visited his a lot god damn it, I wanted him back in my place, knowing that he had already been to office. him life so badly. I reached his office. I saw my Fatso. Yes, he is right in front of me. I could not believe what my A year passed and one morning our family eyes viewed. He is not a Fatso anymore, he doctor happened to visit us. I was being glued to probably started working out. His face clearly the letter the doctor handed me. displayed the delight when he noticed my presence, but in the spur of seconds it changed “I love you Akansha. I miss you terribly. and he abruptly shouted at me.

Come and meet me one last time. Please for the love we shared and still share.” It was hard to curb my heart from breaking down into tears out of agony. Agony of staying apart from him, of the haunting sleepless nights, days and years I spent wishing if everything was just fine between me and him. “Why does he expect me to come now? After all he has done to me and my daughter. He was not a whit bothered about our whereabouts or if we were alive or dead. Why should we?” “If there is someone in his life for whom he is bothered, then it is you and your daughter Mrs.

Arvind”, he said. “Don’t call me that”, I said. “When you were in labor, Arwind happened to faint. After all the tests and examination, the reports stated he was struggling from blood cancer. He didn’t take any impulsive decision. In fact, he wanted you to move on and be happy rather than breaking down after knowing the fact that his span of life would anytime show up. He spends his time watching pictures of you both which he secretly clicks every now and then. You will be the legal chairman of his firm if tomorrow”, I cut him off and rushed to ICU where my fatso was awaiting me and our 21

daughter. It was really hard to digest what I just got to know. Arvinda and I hugged him. He smiled at us, but I couldn’t hold my tears. How could you do this to us? Going through pain all alone? We could share the pain and set everything all right. He touched my hand and whispered that “It’s painful, dear.” I slowly wrapped him in my arms, could feel his tears crawling down my shoulder. He said he was sorry and helpless. He talked and played with Arvinda. It was a treat watching father and daughter talk. He rested his head in my laps, held my hand saying’ “I love you. Remember our days at college? I am sorry about having left you alone in the rest of the journey of life. ” I kissed his forehead assuring him nothing would happen to him and I was with him. He smiled. His lips whispered love you loads. His eyes closed sleeping for the rest of the life driving me to a state of cataclysm. I love you Fatso and will always do. This was my so called love story. Story of love filled with patience. 22

For the masses, children under the cruel hands ofdeath, stripped naked to suffer and roam about the street in sagged hope.

(A Poem Collaboration by Moses Opara ofNigeria and Elizabeth Castillo from the Philippines Copyright 2012) Moses Opara : Hear their cry! Echo in the path ofpains, see them scattered like flies on the street hunger embraces them, poverty labels them hopeless, And dejection consoles their souls in mockery sharing sorrow to their smiles. They hum like birds in heavy tears, as icy as cold their fervent moods shrink, and their hearts tormented with tears to pour, like echoes ofbees buzzing along nature's dominion hardship. In their hearts spiral spears stabbed, awaken in hungry thoughts day by day their moods hug generous poverty; as hopelessness knocks and limps through their feeble souls. Sergeant Agony painted them red, as their smiles turn into dust, expecting manners to fall upon their thatched hearts decorated with cruel death. Under the kind sun and in the shower ofthe drizzling rain, they fortress to seek refuge as millions ofhisses kept them mute on the streets ofhardship. With nothing but tears to chew. Hear their cry! As they trek in pains on tattered rags, with sighful screams~ wrinkling their innocent faces, patched with fetish smiles, Who will give us hope? They hum in feverish tears and mourning turns their smiles into fearful shame, as they are been forsaken to rot in the hopeless hands ofthe hungry grave.

Elizabeth Castillo: Hear their cry! Innocent angels roaming dark alleys at night, like filthy scavengers searching for leftover food what a pitiful sight tattered, greasy clothes, chapped lips, malnourished bodies begging from passersby and vehicles at a halt some abandoned by their merciless and heartless families, some being abused by a cruel society they can't depend on, who would give mercy to these God's little souls, provide them a good future and let them live like any other ordinary children their ages? Hear their cry! These poor angels are victims ofcircumstances which left them no other choice A more decent and comfortable life is what these innocent ones deserve Why deny them even the basic necessities in their lives ? Poverty , root offamish beings and pitiful scenes ofgreasy children sleeping on cold pavements It’s not their choice to be born in this world to just suffer like this don’t you think? Even a little penny goes a long way to help God’s little children Precious ones He adores as the Heavens always reserve a room for them above. Hear their cry! Ifnot today, when will we act as one family to give aid and end this misery ? Too much is not asked ofyou my dear friend, You could have seen some ofthem in your own place but simply just ignored them Ifyou’ve got a child or a relative to one, think ofthem as your own Would you just let them stay in their abominable predicament?

When I saw some kids, playing in the street, With a wish to join them, in that summer heat, Soon, a ray ofrealization came, That my innocence was no more the same. When I wanted to join, the youth brigade, With a strong desire, that some difference be made, Soon, a realization hit my head That todayâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s youth had been misled.

When I went to the experienced and old, Thinking their wisdom would be a mine ofgold, Soon, I discovered something really strange, That they were totally against change.

Jen Walls is a poet of wide international appeal. Through her vibrant spirit, she reaches inside and brings love into a joyful heart’s radiance, by pulsating deeper within such a personality of rare positivity. Her words float in breaths, expressing heart’s song, as only a passionate lover must. She delights in dedicating each word to flow within its soulful resonance, bringing a caring touch upon the pen. Jen’s poetic works appear regularly upon her Facebook page, as well as on inner child press’s Facebook group page. Her heart's blissfulness translates easily inside her peacefilled poems published widely within many renowned print/electronic publications and anthologies within the USA, UK, India, and other countries. Her first collection of poetry, The Tender Petals was released November 2014 through inner child press, ltd. She sent me her book by post ‘The Tender petals’ and I am one of the lucky readers to read her adorable collection of poetry. I was really touched by her and especially ‘Floating into Love’, ‘Orange Sky’s Petal’, ‘Morning songs’, ‘Keeping Dreams Alive’, ‘Purposeful Peace’ and many more. Through poetry her strong words penetrate into heart and touch the soul. She is truly a blessed poetess. I wish her much more success in life and throughout her poetic career. All life, to her, is a sacred ceremony of love’s activated prayers that are ever capable of enlivening, within spirit’s realization to evolve as universal peace for all humanity. As a devoted nature lover, homemaker, classical/ceremonial vocalist, and care advocate for elderly/youth causes; she is also a loving and proud mother of two sons. Jen currently lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota, USA, embracing life with her family. See more at: http://www.innerchildpress.com/jen walls.php#sthash.GlnpjUVS.dpuf

Ashi: Greetings to you Jen Walls! At the outset, on behalfof ‘Reflection Magazine’, I would like to thank you for accepting my request to interview you. Please tell us something about the place you belong to, your childhood, education and hobbies.

While growing up, Ihave truly enjoyed the company ofmy family, music and singing, and also participated regularly in many sports programs as a gymnast, track and field runner, synchronized swimmer, and an animal steward which involved my care ofhorses through a community 4-HProgram

Thank you so much, dearest Ashi! My humble thanks to the entire Reflection Magazine staff, and fellow poets and Reflection’s readers, as well. I am truly honored to enjoin with Reflection Magazine’s creative offerings of poetry. Through our magnificent heart beats, we are expressing life as living poetry. In togetherness, we are capable of activating our creative impulses through sharing our words, poems and stories. My humble thanks for welcoming me to talk with you, through our connective spirit, and expressing freely within poetry. Thanks again, for inviting me to discuss my recent poetic publication, “The Tender Petals,” with you and Reflection’s readers, as well. My life has been an exquisite and awesome journey so far. Having grown as a child within a very loving family environment, my early family includes one elder brother and one younger brother, and of course, two very loving and unique parents. I enjoy very strong familial ties within our loving extended family also. I was born and raised in the Midwestern part of the United States. Our family life was all about togetherness and its celebrations.We spent a great deal of joyful moments sharing together, while visiting our beloved grandparents, uncles and aunts and cousins at most frequent regularity, over my early years of life too. My fondest childhood memories include being deeply influenced by my mother’s devotion as held within her expressive relationship with music. She is a highly skilled pianist and vocalist and our home was always singing inside her love’s celebration. Her music played on within her heart’s love and prayers and lifted us all inside ofher songs! While growing up, I have truly enjoyed the company of my family, music and singing, and also participated regularly in many sports programs as a gymnast, track and field runner, synchronized swimmer, and an animal steward which involved my care of horses through a community 4-H Program. I have also performed vocal music, as a soloist, back-up singer, and choral and madrigal group vocalist. Have been graced within many opportunities to perform and record music in public and have been on the stage since the age of nine years old and have continued doing this right on up through my college years, as well. 27

As an adult, I was graced with further soulful expansion as a singer through many years of supportive learning held within traditional and prayerful ceremonial healing songs, as gifted from various visiting healers, elders and leaders within the Native American community. It is inside this deep level of growing reverence and loving support for all people, I also devotedly learned within spiritual connections with many ceremonial songs through their healing practices.While watching and listening from a place of devotional support, within these nature based ceremonies, I was lovingly able to be very present within these songs as they were frequently shared with me and taught by traditional elders across the nation.

It is inside this deep level of growing reverence and loving support for all people, I also devotedly learned within spiritual connections with many ceremonial songs through their healing practices.

Ashi: Nice to know all this. Now please share your writing experience - the age you started writing and what inspires you to write.

It is no wonder that I love to write, as I have always been the most affectionate reader and writer, since a very young age! I wrote nature poems starting when I was around ten years old. In high school, I began writing articles for the high school student news, and then continued this within my college experience, as the Arts and Entertainment Editor during my first summer semester that shared in this capacity at my universityâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s student newspaper. Over the years inside the business world, I have become an adept executive assistant, editor, and business writer who readily support team analytics and marketing development programs through offering writing and editing contributions. I have learned in many company and non-profit settings just how writing is essential for any organizationâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s performance and customer experience through its varied supportive offerings through the written word. This hand on training has helped me to be more open for expanding my capabilities as both a creative writer and a successful business writer. My heart for giving written expressions continued to grow over the course of my life journey as a mother too and through my pregnancies and birth of our two sons.My creative writing continues to grow from an inner place of caring that is easily attributable to having a great deal of support and freedom for expression that wishes to openly travel outside in nature. And importantly offer expression at any given time within loveâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s connective grace, reverence and preserving safety for our universal family, as a whole. 28

I feel this gentle freedom is very important for supporting elderly and youth causes and this is ever inside my current vocation as a human and personal care advocate too. During this lifetime, I continue seeking every path way within connective moments that are most open, quiet and soulful for giving deep introspective care and help to others through service and compassion. It is my hope to remain in such a heart-fulfilling capacity for sharing and inspiring our collective heart to ever enjoin within natureâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s singing song of life that is hopeful and loving for all! Ashi: Who inspired you to pick your pen?

Picking up the pen was easy after years of self inquiry and examination of the various life songs being son all around. My parents provided excellent teaching resources and inspiration for my writing. My father was a very deep and talented man who offered me many of his unique and inspiring perspectives on love for the entire family. His life showed me how to step inside more, to find the great love affair within the cosmos, and many times I often reflect back to his many cryptic and humorous messages that he gifted from his larger than life personality in my life!His gentle humor helps me always and most inwardly in finding balance during lifeâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s joyful and painful moments too. His sense of care and laughter always inspired me to 29

look at life as a full celebration, and to never give up in my seeking of its deepest poetic meanings too. As I review life daily inside, I find it holds many encouraging messages for our interactions with others and on each step of the way as we slowly progress ahead and caringly too. My family has been a true pillar of strength while ever helping me to come with a very gentle place of heart’s humility, in everything and every situation I choose to put myself within. My mother’s music impacted me inside my very core being. I watched her sing and play piano, while growing up and came to gain a deeper understanding of how we are so metaphysically connected into music’s devotional heart and prayer. Poetry opens these offerings too, for my own caring devotion, as it fully activates joy inside and uplifts! My dear mother’s simple heart gifts, keep on speaking through to me inside of poetry, and vibrate to share within me, love’s essence for all humanity, within life’s musical song for our living!

My dear mother’s simple heart gifts, keep on speaking through to me inside ofpoetry, and vibrate to share within me, love’s essence for all humanity, within life’s musical song for our living!

Many teachers appear in our life and many of them show us what we are inside and what we have to offer and give. My writing expressions are a direct result of life’s learning journey taking form within expressions of heart as gifted by my loving teachers. I am ever grateful for their regular appearance and guidance! Ashi: Kindly tell us something about any other hobby ofyours.

My life is one huge hobby and a real love craft of sorts! I am certainly not very predictable, and yet I do enjoy levels of freedom and heightened layers of sharing more expressively within life’s quest.Often this has involved simply making time for being outside in nature, and being open and supportive of others. I am really delighted for enjoining love, as it sparkles and vibrates in our every joy of heart and soul. These heartbeats can easily be transposed, at any time too, within writing or speaking and everyday living within interactions with any of our close family, friends and associates across this world.We have to reach out to others, and go deeper within our self, if we are open for enlivening and broadening care for respect of love and peace. In living devotion, we fully resonate and heal ourselves and our planet earth from our inside out! Ashi: However, poetry is a medium to express one’s inner feelings. Is there any specific moment or event that made you write?

As we continue life’s experience through loving, we can offer full encouragement inside experiences oflife that will connect and balance entire heart within this dynamic world!

Every moment is a truth telling opportunity for me, and for any writer that wishes to offer themselves into love’s merging as life’s living expressive song. I personally consider poetry as a tuned and intricate channel for heart’s vibrations to expand inside our vastness for love’s purity, strength and endurance. This expressive touch shares through interactivity with all living things and it is very important for life’s inner growth. I must admit, that various loving people have really touched me inside of soul, and helped me to feel more deeply within my care for all life. I am ever grateful to our Creator, as an ongoing source of Love, and evolving inspiration of universal inclusiveness of my faith within. As we continue life’s experience through loving, we can offer full encouragement inside experiences of life that will connect and balance entire heart within this dynamic world! I believe we are the world, and we have a huge role for impacting all positive change for our future generations too! Ashi: What is your favorite topic to write on? And do you have a specific writing style?

Most certainly, it is our deep Soul and inner connectedness within Love, Peace and Harmony, that I utilize within my writing at present. This encompassing message resides within every living being upon this earth. I consider these areas to be awakening within us all. I just try best to readily be accessible within nature and naturally commune too, as a living relative that must be giving from a place of caring soul inside heart’s respect for all peace and prosperity through the consciousness of caring for all. My writing style is opening into universal spirituality, which is inclusive in every approach within its heartcenter. Our nourishing spiritual evolvement grows, when we are within a loving vibratory message that is connecting inside our one world humanity of heart! Ashi: Would you like to share something about your personal life with our readers to know you more closely?

I am a very down to earth supportive wife and a mother of two teenage sons. I fondly enjoy nature and its limitless bounty inside soul’s treasure-trove of being. I feel deeply for our living together within unity, as a One World Family! I ever enjoy many thoughtful conversations with others all around the world and it is in this inner traveling that we may share love’s introspective gaze inside of writing that continues to open and give. I am a person who holds the highest 31

regard for love, through spiritual devotion and gratitude, and I seek to embrace a collective universal breath for learning how to live our unconditional Love inside of heart and learning how to value this sharing with others too. It is a vitality of transformation of care that can benefit our future generations! As we serve and give our more, we are actually giving a full surrender into our love for all of us! As we are only ONE, inside living and loving! My husband, our children, friends and extended family members know my gentle loving motto of heart’s caring, and they interact with me moment by moment as we evolve into our center of being. It is often we are able to share so lovingly, in some small ways, and find within our growth too, a vital meeting in togetherness of heart. I believe it is here, that we really stay nearest insidelove’s dearest purposeful peace! I am definitely only a beginner, and a waking dreamer, who believes in life’s healing joy for all. We are the Cosmic Lover’s living dream; forever at play, wishing to learn with one another how we are to deepen into love’s giving freedom, which only oneness is expressing as collective soul!

These heart-fully include Poet Laureate Dr. Madan G Gandhi ji, Dr. Jernail Anand, William S. Peters Sr., Professor Prem Mohan Lakotia, Dr. Ram Sharma, Dr. Rajendra Padhi, Mrityunjayan and Jee Ji, Hrishikesh Padhye, Seema Devi, Sarala Ram Kamal, Naomi Stone, Ade Caparis Manilah, Janet P. Caldwell, and Dr. Sushma Gandhi Devayani, as well as many others too.My list is so very long, and I could go and on!

Ashi: Who is your favorite writer/poet?

I love all poets and their poetry with such great heart!I have been deeply inspired by the vastness and collective spiritual poems --found in many modern day living poets.These heart-fully include Poet Laureate Dr. Madan G Gandhi ji, Dr. Jernail Anand, William S. Peters Sr., Professor Prem Mohan Lakotia, Dr. Ram Sharma, Dr. Rajendra Padhi, Mrityunjayan and Jee Ji, Hrishikesh Padhye, Seema Devi, Sarala Ram Kamal, Naomi Stone, Ade Caparis Manilah, Janet P. Caldwell, and Dr. Sushma Gandhi Devayani, as well as many others too.My list is so very long, and I could go and on! As heart ever imbibes within spirit’s listening of soulful divine music that is found within spiritual texts, my heart also refers to the Bhagavad Geeta, the Holy Bible and various other sacred writings and teachings for finding our love’s pure nectar that truly refreshes us so universally onlife’s day to day inner journey. I am able to read hundreds of poems every day, right here on the Internet. As this is the age of instant access, it so impacts my ability to be all over the place at once; even while staying right here at my little writing desk in Saint Paul, Minnesota. It is often enormously overwhelming at times too. I do regularly turn everything off though, and go for many long quiet walks for giving heart its restful stretch break ---in between all of this reading, pondering within. This often fuels many of my long writing jaunts too! 32

With such a full access of enormous collections of poetry available electronically, I am ever grateful to support many of my publishing endeavors wherever possible, because we are one huge family that enjoys reading books too. This format is most preferred to my creative muse and this is what drives within me my spirit fordiving right into pure poetic bliss.Publishing of the printed word in its book format is so wondrous, because a book gives you something you can hold and refer to again and again. I am often lovingly lost in a place where time and space often does not exist, on any given day or night! My love for poetry extends inside nearly all of my interactions with others and this will hopefully continue to provide caring supports inside of many joint upcoming group projects, poetic anthologies, and future e-journal publications. I am always opening to readily touch life more deeply and feel connected with many dear souls around the world too, in such a perfect and natural way! Ashi: When did your first poem/story/novel get published? Please share your feeling ofthat moment.

I have had my writing published in various newsletters in the middle of the 1980’s, and I spent the 1990’s raising our two children.In 2013, my poem ‘Heart Garland’ was published in print within an international print anthology entitled “With Love” that was published by xpresspublicaions.com of India. The elated feelings I felt inside were mostly of deepest gratitude 33

for being included in this book and being a part of a vibrant poetry community that continues to grow and branch out today into new blooms, and across the world wide web of the Internet through Facebook and various other groups. My work appears regularly in various high profile print publications ofWorld Peace poetic anthologies across the globe, and I hope to continue offering into this vital voice for our world’s peace and global harmony too! My individual poetic offerings were eventually connected with and read by a dear noble soul, Mr.William S. Peters Sr. - the Founder and Publisher of inner child press ltd in the USA. I was subsequently offered a full publishing contract to produce my first volume of poetrythrough inner child press ltd. My first book, “The Tender Petals” is a poetic bloom that required a very long journey inside ofmy heart.

I continue writing daily and this helps me stay actively involved within collective contributions of World Peace Poetry, Duet Poetry and Spiritual Haiku Poetry. More beautiful poetry is on its way from me, and it often can’t happen fast enough sometimes.

Ashi: According to you, what are the most important elements of good writing?

Personally, I enjoy reading poetic works that reach deep and rhythmically inside of soul, for uplifting a giving vibration of care inside of collective thoughtfulness. As poets alike hold the key for their readers to flow in their words with deepest breaths of love! I read such phenomenal poetry these days. I am able to spend hours reading some of my favoritepoems, nearly every day. I love polished artistic pieces that give room for soulful contemplation and those that take great care to help the reader travel within too; while connecting beyond the poet’s words! If a poem speaks into my soul, I truly cherish it for a long time thereafter, and may even read that poem over, again and again too! I love poems that are clear, neat and those that uniquely make one think deeper within conscious living on many levels! I continue writing daily and this helps me stay actively involved within collective contributions ofWorld Peace Poetry, Duet Poetry and Spiritual Haiku Poetry. More beautiful poetry is on its way from me, and it often can’t happen fast enough sometimes. I do promise however, that my readers will be seeing some more lovely books of poetry --- coming from my desk and other’s so very soon! I am grateful to my readers and poetry friends all, as they are those who give ongoing inspiration and great heart for us all, to breathe collectively, and continue on together, within poetry’s beautiful expressions! Ashi: Did you always have full appreciation and support for your talent in writing?

Yes, I have been very fortunate to enjoy such loving supportive care from my teachers, mentors, fellow poets, family and friends. There are times when I am unable to give a lot of time for everyone or even thank everyone individually. My closest supporters know how actively involved my life swirls, and they understand how my energy flows as an advocate, friend and busy writer. We are connected inside of heart and life keep sever coming to grow us all within, so that we willknow how much we really do need each other for beauty and joy’s celebrations that continue most collectively, with love’s care! Ashi: According to you, which poem ofyours is your masterpiece?

Well, I like to consider myself a true beginner in heart. Each work that I may give opens its channels through life’s connection with Creator. We become the very love we share within life. So I can’t reveal anything more about what I feel about any particular poems. As after a poem has been written by my heart, I just move on into the present moment and lovingly await another new breath that may give itself inside of poetry, as it is flowing on through! Ashi: Please share one ofyour poems that is close to your heart.

Thanks! I have brought a poem to share that are spirit’s gentle air of nourishment; within love’s colorful tending breaths. This poem is inspired by nature’s beauty within heart and soul! SONG OF STARS ~ FIVE TWINKLINGS Stretch on grassy glades All this wonder that we are Bursting dance ofjoy

Caress timeless waves We flow on heart's rippling tides Caring miracles Kiss dancing soft rains Falling smooth as petals’ breaths Rise into life's flow Tend the heart's center Every stream's rolling in love Pouring cosmic joy Shine heart’s sparkle bright Awaken radiant light We’re a song ofstars

Ashi: Beautiful piece ofwork. What is the best thing about being a poetess?

I believe we are all inwardly great lovers’ and poets of some degree in heart’s sacred ability to express itself through words. The freedom to express heart on any level carries life’s song into an opening for experiencing love aloud and inside of inner silence too. If we truly open into the vastness of our creative being, we actually live in our poetry inside of everything,that we are… as we think, feel and do! I enjoy the inner-connections with life, as we live togetherness of nature and feel to be more sensitive in sharing this part of heart with others too! Ashi: Tell something about your debut poetry book “The Tender Petals”?

I do hope the recent added e-book access will make this book even more available in remote places and give global accessthat helps readers to become more easily acquainted with a collective care for love and nature, through this book’s simple woven messages ofcollective joy; as it is celebrated within us all!

I am grateful to the many giving souls who bloom, so collectively within this first offering of my early poetic works. The response from readers is highly positive in the book’s gentle care for life’s essence that celebrates within us all. I do hope the recent added ebook access will make this book even more available in remote places and give global accessthat helps readers to become more easily acquainted with a collective care for love and nature, through this book’s simple woven messages of collective joy; as it is celebrated within us all! “The Tender Petals” took shape for introducing some of my early poetic works --- inside its very simple beauty that’s gifted within a deeply woven nest; blooming for poetry’s simple breaths of life. It is woven together inside a lovely and sharing illustrative black and white book. As an author, I shared nature’s colorful palate within many of the book’s words,in hope that these would uplift and offer their tender weave within all the adjoining reflective quotes,and its beautiful digital art pieces too, so lovingly created by the book’s illustrator, Mario Portelli of Malta. Ashi: I have noticed a deep spiritual element in your poetry; please explain your views and feelings on that.

“The Tender Petals” holds such a caring collaborative coordination from heart’s connections with many of my great mentors. These dear souls are very accomplished poets and artists, and theyhave caringly joined inside of “The Tender Petals” for opening up a collective bloom for transmitting love’s fragrant energies within the reader too! I feel that this spiritual breath for living, gives us full opportunity for exploring how we really support

one another in life; opening for us equally --- inside of love’s soothing care! My heart feels that this book is a real God-send for collective soul, as it represents a universal essence for breathing all of life’s beauty ---inside living messages; celebrating creative spirit within spiritual life’s truth-giving nature of oneness! Ashi: What advice would you give your contemporary writers and poets?

Be open and ever honest to care for your life! Your heart-felt expressions and everything you feel so deeply for within are very important. Be ever willing to share your being with others too. Let your heart love so wildly, while you continue as a life-long learner in sharingeach collaborative moment, within your caring for others, on a collective quest ---that really does matter! Read your favorite poets and writers most regularly and support them fully too. Also take great efforts and care in editing your work, while perfecting your poetry’s deep vibrational messages! Sing fully within heart’s most magnificent song, and be ever natural in your approach witheverychanging evolution of your growth as a writer, and as a living messenger --- within your heart’s poetry. We are all here for a wondrous sharing purpose of love! If you truly love poetry --- do your very best to become a devoted and caring lover, who will support each of your words insideofcaring expressive soul --- flowing from you as a writer! Keep polishing your inner mirror and reflect well on everything your soul shows, as a vast and deep expressive movement, for sharing heart’s poetry with others! 37

Ashi: Give your opinion on Reflection magazine and would you like to give any advice for improvement.

As a regular poetic contributor to previous issues of Reflection Magazine, I am humbled and honored to witness the online magazine’s constant improvements and upgrades of growth, over the last few years. I believe the electronic journal is often the most excellent format for reaching across the globe ---opening exposure for poetry, writing and art. This journal does an effective job of inclusive coverage --- uplifting and giving full expression that is easy and readily accessible to anyone, anywhere in the world! I am deeply appreciative for Reflection Magazine and its editors for helping many new and published authors to have a refined palate for sharing their words; through expressive soul with Reflection’s readers --- in this easy to use e-journal format. It is my hope that one day; we can have some printed magazines accessible for contributors to have fond remembrance of these wonderful issues, as well. My opinion of Reflection Magazine is one that is most positive, for its continued success and growth. It is my heart’s hope that Reflection will continue to evolve and move ahead inits expressive global sharing. I do also hope for its continued expansion of readership, in the future as well, and feel this is most possible by a continuance of giving quality care inside all offerings, as shared by global poetic voices ---reflecting well and uplifting all! Thank you so much for inviting me to share some of my poetry again within Reflection Magazine. Ashi, my humble thanks for always making me feel most welcome for expressing heart’s affection for poetry and for also letting me know just how you feel about my first book “The Tender Petals” too. I am ever appreciative of your invitation to share my love for poetry with Reflection Magazine readers! Humble wishes and heart thanks to all! Fondly, Jen Walls Author, The Tender Petals http://www.amazon.com/Tender-Petals-JenWalls/dp/0692335145/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1426478373&sr= 8-1&keywords=The+Tender+Petals http://www.innerchildpress.com/jen-walls.php Ashi: Thank you for sharing your true words ofwisdom in the literary field and for the improvement ofour literary magazine. The budding writers are sure to draw nourishment from the radiance of your spirit and your gracious advice would boost up their enthusiasm to create marvels from their pens. Hope to grow more enlightening company ofyours. Profound thanks to you!

No fear can make its stay, No hurdle can hinder their way, They know how to live each day, For, they are the youth oftoday. The dreams they set in their eyes, They will never let go dry. For, they will never fail to strive, To keep their sparks ofvictory alive. With passion as their potent fuel, And through the power ofwill, They will trample all odds down, To wear the success crown. The pangs and woes cannot touch them ever, Despair can seek place in them never, To their goals, they intent on, No stones they would stumble upon. Words fall short, In their praise. For they triumph over, Time and space.

Durga Patva hails from Farrukhabad, East U.P. Having done her M.Phil., from CSJM University Kanpur, she is now pursuing Ph.D from Lucknow University. The topic of her research is based on the 9/11 attack on America. She is fond of writing poems and short stories and also trying her hand to write a novel. Chess is her favourite game. Two of her poems, Have You Seen God Anywhere? Be My Strength have published in the WORLD ANTHOLOGY OF ENGLISH POETRY (A project of CREATIVE IMPULSE: International Journal of English Poetry) published by The Poetry Society of India. Her two more poems A Bird on the Path ofTruth and Divine Garden: A Vision have selected for another anthology WHISPERING WINDS

The circle of human life has three cessation points or stages: childhood, youth and old age. Each stage has its own importance. Of these three phases of life, young age plays a significant role in anybody’s life. Youth can be described as the cascade of courage, enthusiasm, valour, experiment, quest, discoveries, learning, gaining, achieving, love, hate, hardness, rigidity, experiences, emotions, feelings and all the good and bad actions. It is a crucial period. Youth is the main plinth of a nation, developed or undeveloped, for a nation’s fate mostly depends on the actions done by its young bodies. Advent of young age is like the cadence to the poet because it doesn’t have a certain aim but more (because it is also such an age during which any young one gets enthralled towards the fantasy, romance and dreams) on which the resting part of any person’s life dances or moans on the rhythm and the tune set by a young one, in the same way when cadence comes there are so many words in a poet’s mind but a poem rests on his choice of words. This is the time for a person to prove himself or herself by showing his or her zeal of doing something. Put it simply, young age is like the rainbow that trigs the wide pristine sky of marvellous ambitions, prophecies and expectations with the sparkling beams of doing something rocking and stunning with their sensational ideas and thoughts. 46

Young age seems as the magic surface that wings to the flight of our golden dreams (to do something different or special or momentous) by encouraging so that it takes off and with its power our flight lands into the world of attained chief goal. Youth also symbolises enormous potentiality and strength. If this power is used in the positive way, it makes the coming life a paradise of honour and its use with negativity leads a life from bad to worse, Tennyson’s poem Tithonus is a good example of the action done by its character in young age and becomes the sole cause of his misery. During this prime time, a person gets the title of a black sheep or a man of parts according to what he or she deserves or does. In this way, youth is the season of destruction or construction, creation or production. During the young age a person fills his empty earn of memories with experiences with. Youth is the opportunity granted by God to everyone to show their qualities. The life is the pious river of action and nobody should keep idling their precious time, just simply sitting on its bank but always tries to be full of actions. Everybody in his youth should be an avid discoverer and aspirant and should struggle to achieve more lore again and again so that he or she can bring about a great and good change. So young age is like a boon given for a little time and nobody can get it again: so one should have the eagerness and thirst as Lord Tennyson’s character Ulysses has: “I will drink life to the lees.” XXXX “To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.” Though Ulysses aspires it for old age, the youth of today should have the same dare and resolution.

Hope, laughter and love is in her eyes Ifyou look close in her beauty, you'll be mesmerized A child so carefree and full ofinnocent smiles a vile creature lure her to the pit This heartless stranger who is in disguise, the abominable culprit. Let her dance in the rain and shout out with glee Without a care in the world, set this beautiful creation free Don't rub her ofsuch wondrous childhood memories Don't allow her to be in evil hands ifyou please.

Dear Sugarplum, I know you have been wondering why Mom has to write you an open letter to convey what she has in her mind? It’s not that difficult to explain; by the time this letter is finished, you would be able to appreciate mystique of the word “Choice.” Yes, today I am sharing my concerns and sentiments with you on the word, Choice. You would often hear words, What choice do I have? It’s my choice! The journey from pre-teens to teens is mostly lost in translating the realities and accepting the changes, overall. We often mimic or should I put some catchy word for you, consent to choices, which by no means reflect us, define us and speak for us as a person. Then why we do follow this choice knowing it’s not in our greater interest in the long run? Sometimes it’s complex, a progression of an idea or an effort to appreciate it fully, but peer-pressures, social acceptance, social report card, getting along with others etc. etc. could be one of its reasons, it also collaborates with the fact, “We all are social beings”, we live and thrive on collective acceptance and collective consciousness. Social awkwardness, yes, sometimes, you may need to accept this as well, it would come with the bouquet of choices, you would be making in your life, holistically. You can count on your buddies, Adeptness and Adaptability in such situations. You are Gen Z Kid, exposed to Digital waves, Globalization, virtual

community and technology. You are almost half-way to understand these issues consciously, which are often barred and carry “do not bare” hash tags, be it for kissing scenes we often see in movies, or blushing of young teenagers at the name of love or being in relationship, Sex Education, Behavioral changes, Peer pressures, Social Dilemmas, Fashion choices etc. It’s not weird but its more perpetual in my guesstimate, like, I have often barred you to watch few movies, I made this choice for you on your behalf, right or wrong, it was my concern as a parent, not to expose you to falsehood of “personhood.” I am not being oblique or judgmental here, but bloodshed, violent words, unfortunate depiction of gender roles has always miffed me, I wasn’t sure that your transformative mind was ready to grasp the authenticity of it, tenderly. You would soon be asking questions about the choices you have to make, you would be making and you would be expected to make, in pursuit of your life and career trajectory. Menstruation, love, marriage, premarital sex, stereotypes abstaining rightful choices, Gender disparity, Questioning Sexuality and objectification of human life. It would be messy, believe me, lots of questions would be impounding harder on your psyche to understand it all, but it’s not mandatory to feel obligated by these opaque situations.

Parenthood isn’t a rocket science; we all graduate from this field, from infancy, adolescent, teenager and adult or maturity stage. It’s an ongoing learning process. I have to admit this though, the journey was full of overwhelming bumps and unforeseen roadblocks, but the rewards were satisfying, seeing you happy and contended at the end of the day, as a mother, it was my prerogative and moral instinctive duty to protect, empower and educate you for your life, rights and choices, priming qualitative aspects over choices often lost in chaos. Over the years, I also have learnt many things from you, and this “Mutual cohabitation” between us is a wonderful way of communication, which has also strengthen our mother-daughter bond. When as a parent we make choice or being compelled to make choices for our kid(s), who being a minor, has no say in those affirmations signed by their parents, from choosing the type of clothes they going to wear, type of school they are going to fit in, educational prospects, career decisions, choosing sports and extracurricular activities, we all believed it as a missive, a moral instinctive right, given to unnaturally with parenthood duties and responsibilities. Now these limitations seem to be blurry, for no apparent reasons, environment shapes an individual and family is the first social institution for any kid. In this scenario, Choice, is it rhetoric or a metaphor thrust upon us, on our conscious mindsets, stapled nicely under the grab of being silent observers, having no say in our life?

I have often asked myself, aren’t we hypocrites to marginalize almost everything to nothing in general? Do we really support and steer our Kids choices free from stale morals chap sticks, vocal boundaries and think of viable factors to make them responsible citizens and persons believing in tenets of Global community and Humanity? Growing up in 80’s decade was fun for me, media exposure wasn’t much and we would wait for days to catch glimpse of our favorite cartoon shows or sometimes movies. For a Gen Y kid, as the youth of 80’s decade were referred to as we weren’t having much of the orientation, choices or exposure than we have today. It goes same with every decade hop; I would like to term it as, Polarization, in which our growing “Youth Culture” also gets polarized. With every decade it seems “Youth culture” has generated enough attention and niche for itself, peculiar to that decade. You would be thrown open to competitive world; you already have been making good choices regarding your education and personal fulfillment issues. But remember, Choice comes with “Responsibility” and “Ethical comprehensibility” also. Ethical I have spell it here to convey the importance of happy face morals like compassion, love, goodness, reverence etc. As a person you need to grow with the Choices you would be making and you would like to opt for, whatever those choices are, you may need to remember, Choice word has two more siblings, Choose and Voice, you can count them as your hidden buddies, and we adults often call it as conscience. Remember, Voice and Choose. And, you would be fine. Voice: To be a human Choose: To be humane Voice: To be a change Choose: To steer the change Voice: For Equality & Human Rights Choose: Respect, Compassion & Change Sealed with love, Mom 04/10/15

life of eleven goats to the God as a tribute if she got a son after delivery. As her wish was fulfilled now, it was her turn to pay tribute to the god. Though she was educated, but Kanika still had old-mindset of religion and rituals. Even Navin didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t want to resist her as it was Crowd matter of their son. He was not gathered at the venue to enjoy the ready to take any risk against God at all. After all it was big celebration. The refrigerators matter of just few thousands and who cared about the pain of were filled up innocent animals. with bottles of bear, which could The trip was planned to the have sufficed the temple, situated somewhere in need even if the strength was twice Tarapeeth (West Bengal). Temple of Goddess Kali at of what it was. Tarapeeth is famous throughout The celebration the country. Kanika was started with supposed to pay her tribute in cutting of the cake, followed by the same. So she along with photo session and Navin, Nancy and Purnendu left then was the time for the temple next day. She managed to buy eleven goats on for delicious the way to temple. Finally they dinner. Pretty good number of reached their destination and It was time of celebration as Bengali dishes were available soon to the place where animals new member just arrived to the for vegetarians as well as non- were supposed to get sacrificed. family. Mr. and Mrs. Navin vegetarians. Finally it was the All the goats were cut back to Goenka were extremely glad to time for the dance. Party went back. The blood coming out of have a baby son after their the damaged veins colored the well as planned. Next day daughter Nancy, who was five everyone left the place after ground red. Nancy couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t bear year old then. Navin was CA by wishing Purnendu for a great it and she fell down to the profession and his wife Kanika and long life ahead. ground. She fainted. Navin left was a banker. Navin planned a along with Nancy for the nearest big party and invited almost all temple, leaving back Kanika It was Godâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s turn now. the relatives whom he and his and Purnendu so that they can Kanika had promised in the wife knew since their birth. The temple that she would sacrifice finish up all the rituals. celebration party was planned at their own house, in Kolkata. The newly born kid was named Purnendu.

After getting treated, Nancy was normal but couldn’t remove that incident out of her mind. She threw away plenty of questions to her mom and started insisting her to answer them too. “Mom, why were all those animals murdered? Why didn’t you care about their pain? Didn’t you commit a sin? How would have their family members felt on losing them? What was their fault for which they have been punished”, series of questions were asked from Kanika. Kanika answered “They are not murdered darling but have been lucky enough to be sacrificed to God. It was not a sin but a favor to them because they are now going to get back to the earth with better life unlike before. The pain was temporary but the relief was permanent for them. Their loved ones knew these facts, hence they would not feel bad.”Kanika was too young to understand the game of illogical words played by her mother. With the passage of time perhaps she forgot the incident. She never forwarded any query related to that matter to her mother again. Everything was normal on the track for the family. Navin and Kanika having one daughter and one son were satisfied with the family structure. Kanika took break from the professional life for a year so as to take care of the newly born child. Navin also used to devote his weekends completely to his family, even after having a high work load. Kanika too got admitted to the school nearby

her house. Perhaps sacrifice of animals brought enormous happiness to the family. After a year, Kanika hired a caretaker Rama for the children and joined her job back. Caretaker was very honest to her duty and used to take care of the children like mother indeed. Purnendu had been ill since last few days. But Kanika had enough confidence in Rama. One day, she got sudden stomach pain while boiling milk. Purnendu was sleeping whereas Nancy had just returned from School and was taking bath. Rama thought it would just take a few minutes to take medicine from nearby

shops and return. She would return before Purnendu woke up. She took tablets from the shop and hastened down to Purnendu and Nancy. As she entered house, she saw something which kept her mouth opened wide. Purnendu was lying wounded on the floor and blood was coming out of his damaged neck. Tears started rolling down Rama’s eyes out of regret and nervousness. She was not able to collect enough guts to face Kanika and Navin at all after that incident. However, she had to, when both of them returned to home. Moment they saw Purnendu injured, they fell down to the floor. Looking at her parent’s misery even Nancy 59

started crying. Meanwhile Navin came back to the sense and took Purnendu immediately to the hospital. When Kanika came to know that Nancy was behind it, she couldn’t resist and started hitting Nancy out of rage. Crying out of pain, she questioned Nancy about the reason for her sinful act. Nancy started justifying, “Mom, once you said that if we sacrifice someone to the god, they get better life next time. Purnendu had been ill since last few days and I couldn’t see his misery anymore. That’s why I thought if we sacrifice him to the God, he will be out of misery. The pain would be temporary, but he will get permanent relief. Didn’t you say that Mom?” Kanika and Navin were speechless. They realized their mistake. The seed of the illogical mindset of Nancy was somewhere germinated by them only. Also, they realized their crime. Perhaps God had taught them a lesson. Today Kanika realized the pain of all those goats that were killed brutally, because today she was the one to face the same. Today she was the mother to face the loss of her child. Luckily, Purnendu was out of danger after several operations and treatments. Kanika realized how crazy, she was. She never repeated the same mistake again in her life. Is that what we call Humanity? Can’t we realize someone’s pain until we are the one to face it? We shouldn’t forget that God has his own way of teaching and showing us the right path. It’s better to fit into other’s shoes and realize their pain before God teaches us in his way. Amen! 60

Standing forever alone, On a new cross road oflife; When the last train to, My success destination has left. And there are no signs, No traces neither any good news; Ofthe next anticipated train's, Arrival yet. My race is against, The Time-machine and the Space-shift-Jet; Which constantly sledges, My egocentric mind; With nothing left for me to rewind. My laces are tied, With deadly habits from my sinful past; Tightly choking my present and, Killing my future; Dissuading me forever, To reach for the pinnacle anywhere. Sometimes, even nowhere. But this morning, When I opened my eyes; The Cheese on my slice, Appeared like Gold to me. As last night I simply vowed to myself, No more spitting on the mirror anymore; I won't shiver lonely nights in terror anymore, No. . . !!! no more. Like the way once, I was digging my own grave; To get buried under, The same willow. This time, I have chosen the verdant path; To make the grass look greener, At my side. Beware and behold. . . !!! Space and Time, Very soon; The grass will look greener, At my side.

Recently the death of my uncle (who had merely crossed sixty) due to oral cancer, rattled my senses. He was addicted to chewing tobacco â&#x20AC;&#x201C; the addiction which ultimately claimed his life. This incident left me pondering about the future of so many young boys addicted to consuming tobacco which is rampant in recent times.

see number of young boys merely in their teens getting addicted to such harmful things at such tender age. This is a matter of grave concern considering the deadly consequences of continuous tobacco consumption.

content of nicotine makes it very addictive, once a person gets addicted to consuming tobacco it becomes difficult to get rid of it. At times efforts to give up the addiction fail and person goes back to taking tobacco.

Tobacco is injurious to health, no matter in what form you take it (i.e. smoking, In India, the spread of sniffing or chewing) the ill addiction of tobacco, especially effects are always there. smokeless/chewable tobacco Tobacco are leaves of plant that (more commonly known as are used in dried form, they are Gutkha, Kheni or pan-masala) is high in nicotine and therefore so alarming that we could easily addictive in nature. The high

Chewable tobacco also known as smokeless tobacco is as harmful as smoking. It is a myth that chewing is not as harmful as smoking. Chewable tobacco is made of tobacco, nicotine, sweeteners and chemicals. The continuous chewing process gives a 63

constant high to the person. This high gives temporary relief from stress and anxiety. Small temporary relief leads the person to use it frequently and before the person realizes he is addicted.

consumption is increasing day by day. In rural areas, homemade tobacco products like bidi, kheni, Guthka and panmasala are more popular and easily available at cheaper costs. The more worrying fact is that each day more and more Consuming tobacco leads to children in India start using numerous harmful health tobacco. effects, which can be internal or external. The main harmful POPULARITY OF effects of tobacco on human CONSUMPTION OF health are oral cancer; lung TOBACCO AMONG cancer; early loss of teeth due to YOUTH its decaying; damage to tongue, jaws and lips; cardiovascular Smoking among the younger diseases and many other generation is more rampant than diseases affecting different parts many people think. In India of the body. alone it is not uncommon to see even the school-going children Tobacco is the single greatest either smoking cigarettes or cause of preventable death chewing tobacco. These trends globally. According to World need to be stopped, because of Health Organization (WHO) the dangerous health effects of around the world tobacco kills tobacco consumption among up to half of its users. It kills young people that carry into nearly 6 million people each adult life. year. More than five million of those deaths are the result of Many young people today direct tobacco use while more have an "invincibility complex," than 6,00,000 are the result of or the belief that they cannot be non-smokers being exposed to harmed by their actions. second-hand smoke. Unless Consequently, such people urgent action is taken, the don’t care about the harmful annual death toll could rise to effects that can have adverse more than eight million by effects on their health. While 2030. Nearly 80% of the they may be fully aware of world's one billion smokers live harmful effects of consuming in low- and middle-income tobacco, this does not stop the countries. rise in young people using tobacco. A casual labourer in Unfortunately India is the my office has a habit of third largest manufacturer and chewing tobacco. Thinking that second largest consumer of he may not be aware about the tobacco products. As tobacco harmful effects of consuming products are available at very tobacco, I tried to initiate the low prices in the country, the discussion on this topic by most alarming fact is that its asking him, “Why do you

eat/chew tobacco?” To this he replied, “Sir, the fact is, I don’t eat tobacco; tobacco eats me.” His reply stumped me because despite being fully aware of the deadly consequences, he consumes tobacco. What is more shocking is that even highly educated young boys from good family background fall prey to such addiction. It is sad but true fact that popularity of consumption among youth is rising day by day. It is a crisis which needs to be dealt with seriously. WHY DO YOUNG PEOPLE SMOKE OR CHEW TOBACCO? Peer Pressure

The number one reason that many young people start using tobacco regardless of its illeffects on their health is peer pressure. Someone they respect or wish to emulate works as an encouragement to start consuming tobacco. The adolescents do not want to appear "un-cool" in their friend circle and so they start using it. Easy Availaility

Cigarettes, bidis and gutkhas (masalas) are easily available in neighborhood. Many people deliberately set up small shops selling such tobacco products near school & college premises. Although laws are there which prevents such shops from selling tobacco products near school & college premises, they are hardly implemented due to corruption and lackadaisical 64

attitude of law-implementing authorities. Advertising

Appealing advertisement of tobacco products easily lure youth into falling prey to addition of tobacco. Advertisements of these products are aimed at youth and portrayed as if it is cool, popular thing to smoke or chew tobacco. The Internet gives tobacco companies an easy and often less publicly visible, means to target ads – especially to the largest group of Internet users – young adults and youth. Desire to Look Mature

Sometimes kids take up smoking because they want to look mature. After all, smoking is considered an ‘adult’ behavior, and they think they will look cool when they smoke, or that they will look more grown up.

neighbours) using such products. They start taking such bad-habits lightly and emulate them without thinking. STEPS TO REDUCE TOBACCO CONSUMPTION Encourage Tobacco Users To Quit

Tobacco users who are unaware about the harmful effects of tobacco consumption should be made aware about it and encouraged to quit. Those who are aware about the health risk of using tobacco should encouraged to quit consuming tobacco through proper counseling and medication. Anti-Tobacco Advertisements and Campaigns

Hard-hitting anti-tobacco advertisements and mass media campaigns can reduce tobacco consumption, by influencing people to protect non-smokers Rebellion and convincing youths to stop using tobacco. Graphic warnings Many kids and adolescents on packets of tobacco products take up smoking because they reduce the number of children want to rebel against their who begin using tobacco and authorities. The more you increase the number of tobacco restrict them from doing certain users who quit. In this regard, things, the more they would do every year, on 31st May, WHO such things, just to show their and partners mark World No rebellious attitude. Tobacco Day (WNTD), highlighting the health risks Local Lifestyles associated with tobacco use and advocating for effective policies Many young people start to reduce tobacco consumption. consuming tobacco products when they see the people around Ban on Tobacco them (like their parents, Advertisements teachers, friends, relatives and 65

Bans on tobacco advertising, promotion and sponsorship can reduce tobacco consumption. According to WHO, a comprehensive ban on all tobacco advertising, promotion and sponsorship could decrease tobacco consumption by an average of about 7%, with some countries experiencing a decline in consumption of up to 16%.

way to reduce tobacco use, especially among young people and poor people. A tax raise that increases tobacco prices by 10% decreases tobacco consumption by about 4% in high-income countries and about 5% in low- and middleincome countries.

purposes.

Above all, youngsters, especially educated one should realise the importance of their own life and those of others. They should understand their life is precious not only for their family but for society as a whole. It is not meant to be wasted carelessly on trifle Although efforts are being pleasure or temporary relief made by governments in this Raising Taxes On Tobacco direction, lot more remains to gained through tobacco. They should act responsibly and Products be done seriously. It is also a concerning fact that every year understand that their careless WHO advocates increasing large amount of money is being attitude deprive their families of income, raise the cost of health taxes on tobacco products to spent on tobacco related curb its massive use. Tobacco diseases which otherwise could care and hinder economic taxes are the most cost-effective be used for other social welfare development.

Once upon a time, a queen asked Her King What was “Youth”, in terms ofwings. The King replied That Youth was the ultimate state, between childhood and adult age, where the qualities ofvigor, freshness made a person sage. “Youth” was a state ofmind, where fantasies made one blind, where one overpowered His desires, and kept it on hire. “Youth” was the ultimate state, ofenvied and romanticized, where one didn’t bother, about to be criticized. “Youth” was the possessors, ofbeauty and potential, where everything was fair, to keep its credential. “Youth” was the courage, ofcowardliness and timidity, where the youngsters tried to prove, their early achieved dignity.

But now the definition of“Youth” is changing, not due to its spelling, but due to the acts, in which our youth are falling. Now a days “Youth” is defined, as an unemployed and drunken turbine, It’s a state ofdisaffected and nuisance, where their tongue slips in an abusing fluence . “Youth” is regarded as a horrible creature, which figures out for its lust feature, He is the one who rapes an innocent female, and tries to escape through the definition of“Juvenile”. And the verbs too are changing, that are associated with it, now it becomes violent and threatening, as they are aimlessly wandering. Attack, smash, vandalize, intimidate and assault, all are scoring highly , and the position of“Youth” , is decreasing day by day widely. Kill, stab, arrest and molest, all are the verbs that make them to protest, for the acts they are committing, for their survival ofwitting. “Black Youth” is very common, which experiences high levels ofracial discrimination, and makes them troublesome and rebellious, and let others to be furious. So we should keep in mind, to save our “Youth” definition for fine, Let “Youth” remain as a King’s story, and save our Country’s future glory.

Every day I walk miles in search ofmy knowledge quest Every day I hope that my village will shine bright That barren land around village old well. I dream ofour Gram Paathshala there That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. That flickering bulb brings fervors and joys While my village hopes for the electricity year around Joyous lamps are lit on the festivities Making my dull spirit soar high To believe in my dream To get education as it’s my birthright That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. My village elders often ask me Chutki, “What will you do after reading few Akshar?” I proudly share my dreams with everybody “I will be the best teacher in my village”;it’s a promise from Chutki To encourage and empower my protégé That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. I wave back airplanes flying high in the sky Roving and making gurgling noises up above from the sky I want to study about aerodynamics and cultural history This is not a utopian mystery That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. My Maa cajole me in dark and cold nights Singing cheery lullabies to give me inspiration. I sleep happily reveling in my rainbow dreams Waiting for the new dawn that shines bright That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. Every day I wait in a goodwill gesture Shiksha Doot will come to our village To make my far-fetched dream A living reality That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. My village Paathshala will be one ofits kind Proclaiming rights and duties To all young frame ofmind Teaching all about life and bigger realities Making them empowered to live life confidently That day is yet to come #IamstillHopeful. Gram Paathshala- Village School Akshar- Alphabet Maa- Mother Shiksha Doot- Education Messengers

As time drives me into adulthood, There's an urge to run the razor across the first stubble, And yet there is pain when I bleed in secrecy, As I foray into teenage, Mood Swings are prominent, And change in my body is aplenty. Gone are my days ofplayfulness, As each day now is a judgement day. When success ofthe neighbors' progeny, Becomes my guiding light, A single red mark on the report card, And I become my parentâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s unwanted child. Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s me, who lusts for the flesh, Yet I'm the one who falls in Love with the soul. I write letters oflove in blood,

And yet bleed from the same wrists on refusal. I am the one to maim honor, Again it’s me who holds the vigil's candle. I smoke my way through weed, And drink upon the slow poison. Yet I put upon the white coat, And bring life to reason. It’s me, who condemns dirty politics, And yet abstain from voting. Again it’s me, who steps into the same dirt, And sweep away all that's filthy. It’s me, who wreathes laurels ofpraise, But for countries other than my own; And yet draped in the flag ofMY country, It’s the same me who dies defending it. I do not believe in God,

Yet I have killed my own in his name. I am the evil incarnate, And yet I have found God inside me. I am the clay; molded easily and deceptively, I am the mountain which stands tall. I am the procrastinator, And yet I live in my deeds. I am the torch bearer ofmy family name, Yet people label me â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;The Prodigal Childâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;. I am 'What everything is wrong', And yet I reek full ofhope. Youth is my name, And confused is my lot, Bearing faces so many, Love me or Hate me - But dare ignore me not!

Excellent work and always a pleasure to be a part of the team and read the wonderful issue. Great endeavor Ashi The point is not just excelling or doing best...the point is the desire to excel and that also with a wholesome teamwork...that is very praiseworthy and commendable. My wishes and blessings always with the team, Ashi and Reflection. Sharique Jamal (India) Great job guys! The issue looks fantastic! Such a fantastic team! Angie Blake (USA) Beautiful magazine Ashi thanks for the add. Heather Burns (USA)

2 yrs already? May it celebrate many more. Wish I had given more time! Stay blessed Ashi n team... Indira Babbellapati (India) I think it's fairly safe to say that my friend poet Christena Antonia ValaireWilliams is one of the most accomplished young women you will ever meet. She is only 22 years old, and already has had about 20 poems published in The Jamaican Gleaner, has one book out of her own, with another on the way, has been published in too many international anthologies to count, had been on daytime television in her home country of Jamaica, and last year won the very prestigious Prime Minister's Youth Award, one of the highest honors a citizen of her age can receive. I've been very much honored by her before...she has written a very touching poem about me which has appeared in an anthology of dedication poems published by Brian Wrixon Books - Canada, 75

and I've been mentioned in the introduction in her own book, on Page 5 btw...and now, in her most recent interview in Ashi Ashi's Reflection Magazine...when asked about her "favorite writer/poet"...once again, she's mentioned my name. Christena Williams you are just too good to me, all this is going to go right to my head btw...this is a very nice interview, even if it didn't mention me...so, if you get a chance, check it out my friends...and it starts on Page 23, if I recall, with my name being dropped on Page 25...Thank You Christena...I just hope I can live up to all these kind words.. Alan Jankowski (USA)

Humble wishes and heart thanks Ashi Ashi, Reflections Mag and all contributors. Am delighted you have included DrRam Sharma's and my collaborative duet poetry --- Awakening, New Vitality and Infinite Blazing Sun within this fine publication. Thanks so much! Jen Walls (USA)

AMITABH VIKRAM DWIVEDI is a university faculty and assistant professor oflinguistics at Shri Mata Vaishno Devi University (Jammu & Kashmir India) and author oftwo books on lesser known Indian languages: A Grammar ofHadoti and A Grammar ofBhadarwahi. . As a poet, he has published around fifty poems in different anthologies, journals, and magazines worldwide. Until recently, his poem “Mother” has included as a prologue to Motherhood and War: International Perspectives (Eds.),

What happened to the world; clouds shed no rain? No tongue speaks a word; and every hope is faint. Decency is degraded; every equation has changed. Humility has become vanity; and all colors fade. Sincerity is now boring; frivolity is so cool. Ifyou are honest then you’re the biggest fool. People are lost; new machines are found. No one listens even how loud is your sound. Criminals replace heroes; a lewd remark is wit On each virtuous lip sensuality always sits. Weapons rein the city, and life is frost. Humility is a pity; and humanity is lost.

This is not a myth. It is a fable instead, That tells an untold story about me. No fire was burning inside me. They bought my body and choked me up With dancing shadows ofphallus and with their lust. They fitted into me; their love. No breathable space lied in those thin layers. My body looped, leaped, pooled, and spurted. And they burnt, bit, stung, and sprung. No one saw their dancing shadows. Their ill-considered gestures-up and downRemained permissible, and they surpassed human dignity. Only my body was burning. It was in rage when they were in cold blood.

~About the author~ ARIELYN LUMAGDONG-FERNANDEZ, is a poet from the Philippines. Born on October 8, 1971 in Catarman, Northern Samar, Philippines , she is the only child to her parents, Jorge Lumagdong and Maria Franzuela who were both residents ofCatarman. She is a graduate ofBachelor of Secondary Education major in English from the University ofPhilippines, Catarman, Northern Samar, completed Academic Requirements (CAR), recipient for the degree Master in Public Administration from same university. She is a licensed teacher but is working as Executive Assistant to the Local ChiefExecutive ofthe Local Government Unit ofCatarman. She is married to Police Inspector Jose O. Fernandez, Jr. , a Commissioned Officer ofthe Philippine National Police.

Since I learned to read and appreciate literary pieces like novels, pieces of poetry published in local magazines and school papers during my teen age years, an inner voice telling me that “I wanted to be a writer” keeps on whispering at the back of my mind. Never had a thought that I would become and will be pursuing this passion. Never had it occurred that I will be in circumstances that will lead me to the realization of that unrecognized dream in my heart and would be meeting people along the way who will be bringing me to the path that the inner voice is telling me. Ithought that I was just fascinated by the characters in the literary piecesthat I read or by the biography of the authors behind it at that time, that is why I fantasized being one and started scribbling as if I was a real writer. It was just not so long ago when I realized that it’s the deepest desire of my heart. Destiny just waited for the perfect timing. It prepared me first before it let me open its door of opportunities. The honing started when I unintentionally took my Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English from the University of Eastern Philippines, the largest state university in Northern part of Samar Island, Philippines. I considered it unintentional

because I wasn’t really interested in teaching students or wasn’t convinced that I could hold the attention of a class composed of 50 hyperactive and diverse young adults. I just took the course for the sake of having a degree and because it is one of the courses with only few math subjects because I am not good at numbers. Being in a class majoring in English, I need to read and analyse 4 to 6 literary pieces the least in a day from Greek Mythology to Anna Karenina of Leo Tolstoy,Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, Edgar Allan Poe’s Cask of Amontillado, William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, How Do I love Thee of Elizabeth Barett Browning and Invictus by William Ernest Henley among others. We also need to write a free verse, a short story, a haiku and a sonnet in our Creative Writing Class. But all those, I wrote because I need to complete my academic requirements for me to graduate from college and be aprofessional so as to fulfil my parents’ wishes. Those were the first reasons why I write because I need to write to comply. The second circumstance is that I need to be a member of the editorial staff in our school paper because everyone in the class is already a member and I also need exposure. Just fortunate that I passed the qualifying examination, thus, I need to

write again for the school paper. The honing continued when I was asked to contribute news article for a local newspaper being known to be a major in English graduate. Though, the inner voice is always telling to write, I haven’t taken writing seriously for most of the times, I write because I need to. When I started working, the same thing happened, I write because I need to. I draft speeches and messages because my office head requested me to make one for him. Then I came to know PENTASI B World Friendship Poetry Organization founded by the Father ofVisual Poetry in the Philippines, Dr.PenPenBugtongTakipsilim where every person who recognized his or her talent in writing could join. Thus, I gave it a try, I joined the organization. The group has a multitude of members from the different parts of the world and each of them has an inspiring story to tell which touched my heart to the depths. With the inspiration that they gave and the Father ofVisual Poetry, I just wake up one day with the realization that I need to write because I need to or was asked to, but because it is the desire of my soul, it’s my passion and I love it, I love writing and I’ll be writing even if I still have no name to brag. I’ll write from my heart so that i could touch a heart, move a heart and inspire a soul. ©

Give me freedom to live, Give me a reason to live. Give me path to grow, Give me stage to show. Give me space to blow, Don’t kill me before my birth. Let me live on this earth, Show some humanity. Don’t show your vanity, Ifyou do so, I have to fight for my right. Don’t put me in trouble, Either you’ll have to struggle. Love me Don’t shove me. Give me light In this night Give me life Don’t cut me with a knife. I WANT TO LIVE!!!!

While working on Youth Special we entrusted Verma Ji to create something to inspire the youth. He is always on a very tight schedule like all the Reflection family. Inspite ofhis busy schedule he took time and selected some ofhis previously made sketches and paintings to place them in the art section ofthe magazine. His black and white sketches are very appealing, young artist can learn a lot from them. I've never been an art critic but Iwas mesmerized to see all his sketches and hope the readers of Reflection shall also feel the same. We always encourage young talents so there is a great opportunity for them to learn from the master. Though Verma didn't create something particularly on youth, whatever he sent us is really inspirational and useful for the young artists. Kumar Vikrant 83

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