Existence
Saivi Kurian
World is a drama stage,
which has a dwimmer screen
that can trap you with a
net of desires.
Several stories, diverse roles,
pretending folks, everything is fake!
So why do you shed tears
for this ungrateful peeps?
Love is a phantasm
which starts with a thirst
and ends up in a despair!
Life turns out a desert,
if you are not alert.
Do you want to put an effort,
or slog fruitlessly and revert?
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About the Author
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Ever since she was a child, poetry has held a special place in Saivi Kurian's heart. Today, Saivi works as a teacher and she is excited to share her poems with the world for the first time.
Confabulation
Saivi Kurian
My precious reminiscences
that open the magic doors,
you are sweet-speaking witches,
who hold bell-lamps with a tricky smile.
The spring comes back
when you chant with your crimson lips.
My charming prince is waking up
when you do rituals with your wand.
Your spells change my drops of sweat
into fragrant flowers!
Influence of your mystic witch-ball
making my buried hopes of love to re-germinate
with golden sprouts!
Your enchanting pentacle makes
my withered petals to reform into a beautiful garland
to welcome my charismatic prince.
What will you give me to fill the goblet to entice him?
How long these magic doors are opened for our tête−à −tête?
Will the power of your cryptic amulet
give us endless marvelous moments?
Or will the sharpness of your athame
put an end to my confabulation?
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About the Author
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Saivi Kurian is a poet and teacher from India.
A Dream at its Voyage
Saivi Kurian
A dream is swimming across the ocean of my sleep,
which I had weaved in my heart long ago.
It is faltering like a lonely wave,
which finds no shores.
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It feels weary and cannot wend anymore...
Ho! It is drowning into
the unknown depths in the darkness.
No! It cannot perish in the halfway of its voyage.
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Will there be sunrays to show the way in its desolation?
Will there be a bright dawn to begin again the new path?
It wanted to reach the shores of fame,
It wanted to blossom like a Wild Rosemary.
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Hey, gain back your vigor and swim hard.
You were born not to submerge in the sufferings,
but to fly up in the sky with your endowed wings!
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About the Author
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Saivi Kurian is a poet and teacher from India.
Forage
August Quinn
Deep in the Finnish countryside, in a meadow bright with greenery and summer sunshine, two sisters forage for herbs on their grandmother's farm.
Evelien, the eldest, carries a basket in one hand and a hand hoe in the other. Her fingers are covered in soil from digging for roots of the common polypody. Sweet and liquoricey, the roots are delightful in tea.
Lilli, the younger of the pair, adept at spotting nettle and wood sorrel, hopes for blueberries or forest strawberries instead. Berry picking is lovely and magical, she thinks, while digging for roots or plucking leaves is rather mundane. Even so, spying a red clover, she kneels to gently pluck the young leaves and bright pink flowers for a salad.
'Are teeth bones?'
'Teeth are not bones. They are made of something called keratin, Pipit.'
'What's that?'
'It's a type of protein, but you don't need to know that yet. Keratin is also found in hair, skin and nails.'
'Teeth look like bones.'
Evelien laughs softly and gestures to the red clover Lilli has gathered. 'Did you know that red clover is a legume?'
'What's a legume?'
'Legume means from the bean family.'
Lilli regards the pink flowers and green leaves in her basket and frowns. 'It doesn't look like a bean.'
'Isn't that interesting, Pipit? How unrelated things can seem similar while things that are related don't seem alike at all.'
Lilli's eyes brighten. 'Like magic and science?'
Evelien nods, quietly agreeing, and stops to appraise a plant by her boots.
Lilli picks a wood sorrel leaf and chews it between her teeth for a moment, breathing in the clean air and listening to the sounds from the nearby forest.
Actually, she quite likes foraging for herbs, and maybe it is a little bit magical after all.
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About the Author
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August Quinn is a creator from the Mallee and Wergaia Country, Australia.