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- Herausgeber: novum publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Pushpita Awasthi carries global human sensitivities by embracing language and literature. In her poems, she advocates for global peace, non-violence and humanity, with an unshakeable optimism that India is ready to dispel the darkness of this materialistic, value-deprived world through the light of humanity, spirituality, care for the climate, a nature-oriented approach and harmonization of cultures.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Thank you
1. I take you into me
Like the empty earth
drinking the sunlight
After a cold night.
Like the bare ground
collects dust particles
after a devastating disaster.
Like the breathless earth
extracts air from the winds
after a blistering storm.
Like the glowing ground
from the rain soaks up all the moisture
After being charred through and through.
Like the earth stunned by noise
seeks the sweet solitude
to live
After a crushing thud.
As the earth scorched by blinding light
lies dormant
in the dark womb of silence
after a fire.
Like the scorched,
dried-out soil
lives from a drop of dew
after a severe drought.
Like the earth covered with barren leaves
awaits the footstep of spring
And to her gentle touch
Who brings new life,
equally
exactly the same
just as I breathe
I take you in.
2. Love is sound
Write on the birch leaf of your heart
not an illusion of love,
write the truth of your love.
Knead and shape
as with potter's hands
the clay of your heart,
Create in your heart the stature of your love,
not the appearance of love.
Let love, not magic,
like an unearthly feeling
Being in your soul.
Free can the soul be from the shackles of the body,
uninvited
she can go to the house of salvation
And then will never return.
Love is the sound
Of the instrument of the body,
vote it in supreme devotion
as a devotee.
Love is music of strings,
primal sounds of undivided time - endless love.
3. From the depths of truth
You
are with me
as happiness
like soil at roots.
You hit
me to
As the sun touches the earth.
You are reading
all that I am
as eyes read everything
Past the words and sighs.
You
are with me
like the truth from a dream
As seeing belongs to eyes.
Alone
because you exist
Dreams lived in my eyes,
Melt with my love body.
the lines and color of the dream
radiating in my body.
Smell of freshly cooked rice rises:
dream hunger
is stilled
just by
to be close to you
like the body of clouds at a snowy summit,
contracted into itself
hanging from the tops
desires melting rain on the glacier.
4. The enjoyment of asceticism
The body
Is a place of asceticism,
not of pleasure.
For the eyes the asceticism of eyes,
the asceticism of lips for lips,
The asceticism of palms for hands,
converting experiences
in experiences.
Eyes,
Who see, practice asceticism;
ears, even though they hear,
shut down;
hands, even as they gesture,
remain calm;
breath,
who is restless remains regular;
the heart,
that skips,
true.
5. In words she exists
In words
explains she
her existence
fixed.
In words, she explains
her desires fixed,
in words
pour them
the nectar of her sympathies.
Words she uses
as her treasury
and she keeps in it
words of love
the sparkling jewels of her mind
And the gold of her body.
To words
she confides
the pain of
choking sighs
her hot tears
the loneliness of her soul
and her intense suffering.
In her words
she says everything.
her words
do not speak,
they open
only their eyes
and in their inquisitive
eyes
words descend.
Shrouded in words she is.
In the palm of the hand
of the words
she applies the henna of love
And in love she creates words,
in words the magic of love
which cannot be seen,
but who are
in everything she feels expresses
As immortal happiness.
In the dwelling of the word
gives them meanings,
with her breath of life
she animates the words,
The love vows of her breath.
Meaning
gets a new word
In a battle of soul with soul;
in the fight with the demon within yourself
the new word is born
that she models herself
beyond the dictionary
out of itself into itself
perhaps outside himself for someone else.
In words
records her existence
and in the unused words
she sees herself
and it is precisely from them that she derives
vitality
for her stoking breath
And the light of her eyes.
In words
she mentions
the time left to her
And the heartbeat of time.
In words
she lays the words of her soul,
animated by its god
6. Words of the sun in the black box
The age tide presents itself
like a pen
On a blank sheet of paper.
The river of time
slips islands on her bosom
like us, like children,
toy houses built
under the illusion
that we set up splendid premises
despite the fact that
the teeth of time rot with age.
The kite of desire in the eyes urges itself on
To the air of time,
before the sun sets
As the moon rises,
and comes through the night like a dream
fluttered on the twine
that does not want to be bound
just for the sake of binding.
Time is rather translucent
dissolved in the blood as it were
While expressing himself in words
and constantly exposing himself
And tirelessly plays tag
tapping him sometimes
And he gets a hold of me, in a flurry.
In the land of time
we sometimes degenerate into time
sometimes time overwhelms us
sometimes we fuse with time
and time with us
always is the time,
from the face
But always caught in the can.
7. The statue in the rock
By their devotion
they create love
with their by faith
troubled mind
deep within oneself
they produce
a new
kind of folk art.
By their devotion
they are endlessly fulfilled
with faith and love
which are reflected in their in
raptured eyes
That echoing silence from their lips
reflect
and an undisturbed calm in their
souls
establishes
Where worship turns into love
Where worship is love.
By their devotion
they fervently desire to be in
rapture
reach
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