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FRAGRANCE FRAGRANCE- ISSUE 1 Mar 2013 Volume : 1 Issue : 1 Jan-Mar 2013
Founder: Waseem A Malla Editor: Shalini Samuel
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Editor’s Note Dear Readers, Fragrance, has bloomed into reality, to give everyone an equal opportunity to showcase their poetic talents to the world. Fragrance gives youngsters, opportunity to exhibit their skill. We have taken care that readers will get the maximum pleasure in reading these wonderful poems. The poem “Shake The Dust” by Dexter Sam touched my heart the most. This Issue mainly focuses on young poets. Their modern way of writing and modern thoughts is put before you. It has some wonderful poems from senior poets like Tribhawan Kaul. The magazine is organized wonderfully, with details about the authors along with their poems. We place this colorful, poetry magazine in your hands. Read at your leisure. Drop your feedbacks and suggestions at shalinisamuel.s@gmail.com Visit our website: http://efragrance.weebly.com/ With the hope, Fragrance the quarterly poetry magazine would steal your hearts. Regards Shalini Samuel Editor, Fragrance EMagazine
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Shalini Samuel was born in Kanyakumari, southern tip of India. After completing her schooling (2002) from St.Teresa’s MHSS, Kanyakumari, she graduated in Information Technology (2006) and took her Master’s in Computer Science from Noorul Islam College of Engineering (2008) , Kanyakumari. She has been writing poems from her school days. Her poetic pursuits took a pause during her college years. After completing her studies, she started blogging as a hobby and slowly turned her concentration on poetry. She says ‘she is creeping on the walls of Muse India with a hope there will be a bloom one day.
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First Trust Years ago, on this day I made my noisy entry, Into this beautiful earth, As part of human race With a cheerful pure soul Greetings from everyone; Happiness in their speech; I could hear their words But not clever to understand Fearing to open my eyes, Fearing to trust anyone, I cried, others laughed Worn out, I snoozed Moved by mothers nurture Eagerly opened my eyes To glimpse my guardian angel, First human I trusted
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A poet from Kashmir, India. He had made attempts with different genres of poetry, in English, Urdu and Kashmiri. His poetry is generally romantic in nature with thrust on mystical and philosophical elements. His poetry has been highly influenced by the contemporary Urdu poetry and this thing can be well established while reading most of his poems. He is influenced by Maulana Jalal-ud-Din Rumi, Ahmad Faraaz, Parveen Shakir and Faiz Ahmad Faiz. Waseem says “Though I can never touch their stature, I try to write as they used to�.
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Rise: As One Rise, O Ye! Ye: The children of Adam, Rise to fall never again, Rise from every fall you have, Rise as the sun does in the morn, Rise as the moon illuminates the night, Rise, and rise hard: Rise as the waves in the sea, After every trough: with their heads up, In the ocean of eternal love. Rise, O Ye! Ye, the dwellers of the earth, Rise with all the might you have, Rise to the heights of sky, For the heavens have the rewards: The moon- so bright there, The stars- so numerous in count, Rise as the moon does from the clouds, All of them so grey and dark, Everytime they hide its face. Rise, O Ye! Ye, the one who falls, again, Ye, rise as the wind on the land, Rise as the thorns blossom in sand, Rise after every fall you have, For falling down isn't a sin, Rising not again is, so rise! Rise with bodies and souls mingled, Rise, and rise to live, Rise, but rise as One...! ! !
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Dexter Sam finished an engineering degree but got bored with it, and decided to teach in schools instead. He enjoys reading, writing, eating, sleeping, wandering around the city and listening to poetry. This piece was written on 1st January as a response to the recent Delhi Gangrape incident.
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Shake The Dust, India I picked up the newspaper “A Young Woman dies, A Nation Mourns” Rest in Peace, they said Cos’ we will Not. I dropped it in disgust I can’t take any more It overwhelms me And scrambles my brains Today I won’t have clever editorials and opinion pieces Or the explanations of experts in fancy designs of words Today I won’t stand crocodile tears and empty promises I will let the bitter taste remain Today I will not drown her voice in mindless partying Or even be the man of whom everybody says ‘theek hai’ Today I will not mourn her loss or seek for closure I will only let the bitter taste remain There is a place in our hearts Where news broadcasts and research studies can’t go Assurances of national leaders don’t reach there And the best government in the world will still leave untouched. There is no promise of safety There is no sure salvation There is no hope of glory Yet. But there will be. See, like the dust gathering on books stacked in library shelves Dulling and deflating the fresh life of ideas within Cynicism cakes itself on the human heart terrorized by tragedy
But today, let’s shake the dust It might be the Coldest day of the season But there is a reason Why winter always ends
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Elvira is a Fun-loving person, Avid Bollywood fan, Blog-Writer and dedicated towards cause for thalassemia. Born in Mumbai, having an MBA finance degree, she is currently working in a corporate bank. She is a keen enthusiast and loves to play the guitar, dance, reading books, making innovative handicrafts etc. As she quotes, "Writing poems has been my passion since young and now have a blog "It’s My Life" to emote my feelings and thoughts with friendsPoems on love, life, relations, abstracts, nature etc". A budding poet, Elvira has her works(25 poems) published both at the national and international level in different anthologies.
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In Your Arms In your arms I lay for a while, so soothing to see your gentle smile. I wish I could be forever this way, holding you close all day.
I am really in awe of enigma you possess, your mysterious love seems so endless. Charming , Exciting and Melting hearts deeply in love uniting. In your arms, I'm comforted by your care, your fingers slowly running through my hair. Your heart beat is in sync with mine, every breath together brings me closer to thine.
I am enjoying your choicest attention you maintain, little blushes makes my blood freeze in my veins. How Toxic, Maddening and Enchanting is your love that's so pure, In your arms,I lay passionately in love feeling so secure.
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Asif Andalib was born on 27 November in 1967 at Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur of Bangladesh. He writes poems and lyrics both in English and Bengali. He was literature editor of a cultural organization “Oniketh”. Later he served as its general secretary. He was ranked one of the top 500 poets of PoemHunter.com many times. Moreover one of his poem has been published in The Top 100 Poems of 2012 the year’s most awaited world’s poetry anthology. Poetry Press Publishing Group of Songwriting Opportunities, USA has published the book.
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There’s someone made for me There’s someone made for me I feel it from my bone I know you are out there So call me over phone And make an appointment I am still home alone Understand my feelings Don’t let me sob and groan You are my reality And imagination Show your face like the sun In my life’s horizon Waiting for you too long Has made me like a stone This song is like a bird Baby it has now flown With music’s tender wings To the known and unknown
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Born on 10th May, 1994, Arirta Mukherjee is the eldest son of Mr. Mrs. Sudipta Mukherjee. Writing from the little cosmopolitan town of Liluah, ituated near Howrah, the aspiring poet is presently pursuing his graduation in English from Scottish Church College, Kolkata.
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Ghosts Haunted by a thousand voices, Do you grope in the darkness? Do you escape? Or return? Or escape to return? Laughter contemptuous Smile amorphous Sobbing continuous Nails scratching concrete, Dragged with a sour Teeth-roughening grind A million vicious legs Of an insect hideous, Scuttle along the Walls and floor Of your blind Cranial room Rustle sickening. Cribbed by breathless fear, Do you intend to be lost? Or found? Or lost to be found? Digging your nails Deep into your chest, Do you tear yourself asunder? Bloody clumps of muscles, Pieces of lungs, Throbbing mutilated heart... Did you exorcise the ghosts? Smothering an ageless scream With the groan of a wounded animal?
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Tribhawan Kaul was born on 01-01-1946 in J&K State. His first book ‘Nanhe Muno Ke Rupak’ was published at the age of 13 years. Having keen interest in writing poetry and shortstories, he took to serious writing in both English and Hindi after his retirement. His published works in hindi include besides, ‘Nanhe Munno Ke Rupak’( a book for children), two anthologies of hindi poems, ‘Sab Rang’ (2010) and ‘ Mann Ki Tarang’ (2012). His English poems are appreciated both by foreign and Indian poets on various poetic sites and have been selected for publication in various books/anthologies viz How to prevent rape & molestation (book), Inklinks, Bhelpuri, women’s Muse etc. Publication of an anthology of his poems titled ‘ Children of Lost God’ is under consideration.
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Don’t Kill Me Kill me not, Pa poison me not, Ma strangle me not, brother I am one of your own let some mercy be shown your blood runs into my veins let you not bind me in chains give my wishes some space let me live also with honour and grace. Desires have wings so have mine what if I love someone? how is that a crime ? made my choice want you to hear my voice my heart beats for him why have I to pay the price? Heart overrules the mind society has never been kind different caste, religion and state have to write my own fate Why torture me? Why shatter my dreams? Why you shame and fail your own? You are not urbane, to me it seems. You blood thirsty savages you traditional sticklers Oh you perpetrators of heinous crime Your preaching and actions do not rhyme. Shame on you Goddess worshiper Girls may refuse to take birth Eve was created by HIM for love HE now also thinks was it at all worth. Kill me not Pa or poison me not Ma strangle me not brother.
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Herojit Philem alias Hero was born to Philem Nanda Singh and Philem Sarojini Chanu, on 10th Nov.1995. In Manipur, a state in North Eastern India. He started writing poetry from the age of 14 been inspired by loneliness. At present he writes in The Sangai Express, a daily paper in Manipur
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Two Roads to Home There are two roads For me to go home One is narrow and lengthy With many pits and khuds Chances of falling is high. On this path, I'll suffer much pains. Every pain will give me courage To walk, to go ahead. Even though I fall I can stand and walk With respect. For, it takes me To front door of my house Where my family waits With smiles. The other route Is wide and short Flowers of pleasure blossom On either sides Enjoying the nectar, I may walk But, if I slip I can never stand and talk. Because, it enters the wide door Where my father waits With anger to lecture. Oops! Two roads to go home I have to decide On which I must goWhether to see my family happy Or listen my father's lecture.
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Rosemary (ruth) Daguio is just 20. Still in college. She had started to write since she was in elementary. She is very emotional...that's what they see (and it's true ) .She is proud to be a DAGUIO, and even more proud about her grandfather, Amador T. Daguio, who was the famous writer, The Wedding dance.
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My Amnesia Girl the past... the memories.. all gone with the blink of her eyes.. I can see nothing but darkness... darkness.. it's all there.. why.. how could it be.. everything that has been built.. framed with laughter and tears.. they.. all disappeared.. too hard...too hard to bear.. so many days.. years that's been together.. warmth on my arms.. it's gone.. now...just an innocent love whose trying to put things together.. hoping for any strings.. images of the past... that has been blurred.. faded.. and buried itself.. deeper than the deepest ocean.. and I...nothing but an old friend.. that's what it should be.. don't try to meddle.. just passed through the hurdle.. and see what's next.. I have no choice but to let it be.. time should come.. it will.. on any other way.. these would be all right...
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The poet is currently working as a Scientist in a government organization at Bangalore. He has been penning down poems both in English and Hindi since his college days. A few of his english poems have been published in recently launched national poetry anthology Inklinks alongside some literary revered names. He soon aspires to bring out his hindi poetry collection (along with his friends) and to write an adventure fiction novel in the coming time. He is reachable at hi FB fanpage --> https://www.facebook.com/VPS.hitaishi
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Lady of My Dreams Blissful face, and eyes dreamy blessed nature, tresses dispersed a single view of yours for me is a vista of whole universe Gracious grin and divine smile charming tone of seductive voice your walk stretches heaven's guile not-being-in-your-awe ain't a choice In your shadow, my spirit gleams takes over me an aura smothered if you ain't here, lady of my dreams! living a lie, I don't bother Your existence solely in thoughts even maketh my day glimmer; to meet you on earth or in heaven awaiting that moment for ever
-Vikas Pratap Singh
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Dar Mudasir Rahman from Kashmir, India
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Loss Loss- it seems is the worst kind of sorrow Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow Loss of the moments you two should have shared Loss of opportunities to show her you cared Loss of the memories you both could have created Loss of the romance once intense as you dated Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye Loss of the touch as you pass each other by Loss of a future, from a past of regret Loss of a last chance, how many do you get Loss of a promise you never meant to break Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
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Anuj Tikku is a bollywood actor and also a poet
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Hope When all is lost there is still hope Hope that things lost can be taken Deeds done can be forsaken The hope that all is not gone in vain There is still a lot to gain Lost gain to be won back As I wander into a new track Hope the deed Solitude, maturity and many songs for me toss of today Will pay me returns some other day Hope for a quite dawn Like the flight of the white swan Hope that I would reach into my inner core ask for creativity, forgiveness, love, trust and much more Hope to hear my true voice soon And launch me up towards the moon To take me up to wonderland Where I can play my merry band Hope that that change will bring
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Eric Shelman, was a hater of all forms of poetry until he met one of his first literary masters named Philip Mcdonald while serving in the U.S. A. Navy and who thoroughly convinced him to change his ways. So he began writing forms such as acrostics, double acrostics, and many others.
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The Sun Mourning-raises and evening-out Set Exploding and uniting vapors are my everlasting fodder Orientating the sphere of existence around me Golden locks beard my youthful face Stolen I am, but gained, lost, and redistributed throughout the cycle A vital ingredient for games of production, reproduction, and sustenance am I A creator for, a destroyer of and a sustainer-of-all, am I My kisses are randomly discharged into the vastness Infinite amounts of livelihood is what offers I
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She's an author, poet and a minister of the gospel of Christ. She's born again and Holy Spirit filled. The first born child of her parent, she's a nigerian from delta state. An urhobo by tribe.
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The Passion of Christ Bread to break Cup to take Jesus wants us To keep His memory alive Thus, As we break the bread And take the Cup We affectionately Relive the Passion of the Christ!
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Born in Wisconsin, David Tuttle spent most of his adolescence moving around east Texas. In high school his parents moved away
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Detritus you held my head in your hands like a burnt book picking out whatever phrases and disconnected lines you could, from the blackness you held me close like the ash of a burnt home our breaths began to rhyme and eventually you breathed me in I watched, quiet, like smoke when you were sleeping I held on to you clogged your lungs with all my strength and you became so full of me laid my name out on your coarsened tongue and I bathed in you like sunlight the words stopped meaning anything it was just noise, clicking, penlines and You held my head in your hands like a burnt book.
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Melody Pierson is a songwriter, poet, musician and a student of literature, fine arts and metal-smithing. She has worked extensively in the area of media in front and in back of the microphone as host, news caster, researcher, and news editor. Her first of love, songwriter, has won her numerous award, including the Canadian Genie for Best Song for a Film. "Les Plouffes" co-written with Stephanne Venne. Her music collaborations feature artists such as Award Winning Clair Marlo, Leslie Pearl and is known as the "song doctor" on the West Coast.
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The aroma comes first. A wave of an indeterminable smell lures you Bringing you in, to the gaze of his eyes The smell of his neck under the sun is with him seemingly only for your pleasure. Each step brings you closer To him Your breath is his desire He defies your senses And looks into you The need to blend Inhale Deeper this one time, it is a scent only meant for you. and him, Should you come apart.
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Chicory Poetry grew up in the isolated coal mining mountains of Virginia and began writing poetry & short stories at the age of nine The evolution of the iPhone camera allows Chicory to merge captured images to give further strength to his creations Previous publishing venues include .. Casa Italian .. The Connection ... Unity Magazine Remembrance - whether real or imagined ... is a reoccurring theme in his poetry
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Another Country Do you know the difference Or Is there a difference Between raging desperation And The mere lingering fragrance of Melancholy
This evening the drawbridge is lowered Then Tonight I will see you in another country
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S.V.Janani from Cuddalore, Tamil Nadu, India is doing UG degree (English Literature) in Krishnasamy college of science, arts and management for women, Cuddalore. As a student of Literature, she loves poetries and poems. Her passion on Literature made her to write poems. She blogs at WWW.JANESARA.BLOGSPOT.IN.
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PAST,PRESENT AND FUTURE An Angel gifts a magical wings to me, which takes me to the past in present, My past is full of passion and poison, I came across want and haunt, I came across flight and plight, I came across twist and worst, It's namby- pamby. I depart from past, everything manifest before me, I stumble and feel humble, to look back my past........ In hurly-burly present, my blithe mind, wanders everywhere, mystifies my life, I fly with my magical wings and swing in sky...... to foresee my vociferous and victorious future, Almighty take away falsity and present a pretty life to live with indemnity....!!!!!!
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Portrait of a Lady She is so slim that slimness shrugged its Shoulders and felt shy. She is so delicate that very delicacy Decidedly uneasy Took a day off defeated, defied. She is so charming That very charm chose to chide Itself as Chimera She is so subtle that subtlety itself Submitted, surrendered. She is so elegant that very elegance, Edge out, enervated, Elected to stay out of the race. She is so intelligent that Very intelligence In an inebriated mood felt inept. She is so soft-spoken that she Stole the show over Very softness. She is so serene that serenity Sedately sauntered out. She is so sensible that Very sensibility stood staring She is so refined that Very refinement relinquished Its throne, resigned itself to rest. She is so fair that fairness fared Far from its Fame. She is so fascinating that fascination Felt finicky and forlorn. She is so sweet that sweetness Surreptitiously slide away. She is so attractive that very Attractiveness abjured its abode. She is so beautiful that beauty Beat a retreat, beaten and battered.
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A poet and teacher,Sangnam Nam was born in South Korea and attended Kyunghee University, University of Northern Colorado and briefly State University of New York at Albany. Her first poem was written when she was 15 a long prose poem but she didn't know she was a poet until she went to America and had encounters with poets on the road.Her poem was first published when she was 8 in her second-grade year though.Sangnam Nam taught at Rangeview High Shchool in Aurora, Colorado, Lynn Middle School and Sunrise Elementary School in Las Cruces,New Mexico, USA and recently at Catholic Sangji College in Andong, South Korea Sangnam Nam's Published Books: Firefly (2009) Voices for Peace (2012) ISBN9781300391944
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Confession참회록 -
파란 녹이 낀 구리 거울 속에 내 얼굴이 남아 있는 것은 어느 왕조(王朝) 의 유물(遺物) 이기에 이다지도 욕될까. O what shame it is to see my face still intact in this rusted-green bronze mirror What dynasty's heritage this is, I wonder! 나는 나의 참회(懺悔) 의 글을 한 줄에 줄이자. ― 만 이십 사년(滿 二十 四年일 개월(一個月) 을 무슨 기쁨을 바라 살아 왔던가. Let me sum up this record of my confession -24 years and one month of my life for what joy have I lived? 내일이나 모레나 그 어느 즐거운 날에 나는 또 한 줄의 참회록(懺悔錄) 을 써야 한다. ― 그때 그 젊은 나이에 왜 그런 부끄런 고백을 했던가. Tomorrow or the day after one of these days I might have to write another line of confession... Why did I have to write such a shameful confession at that young age? 밤이면 밤마다 나의 거울을 손바닥으로 발바닥으로 닦아 보자. Let me wipe the mirror night after night with my palm and sole. 그러면 어느 운석(隕石) 밑으로 홀로 걸어가는 슬픈 사람의 뒷모양이 거울 속에 나타나온다. Then I see a lone sad figure walking alone under a meteorite in this mirror < 시집, ‘하늘과 바람과 별과 시' (1948) - Yun Dong-Ju (1917-1945)