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- Herausgeber: Caroling Pen Publishing
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
"Petals 4th Edition" is the highly anticipated annual anthology from Caroling Pen Publishing. This exquisite collection showcases the literary talents of a diverse group of writers, bringing together an array of captivating stories, poems, and essays that are sure to captivate readers. Each piece within "Petals 4th Edition" is a carefully cultivated petal, adding its unique color and fragrance to the collective bouquet of literature. This anthology promises to be a delightful exploration of the human experience, offering a kaleidoscope of emotions, themes, and voices that will leave a lasting impression on its readers. Whether you're a long-time fan of Caroling Pen Publishing or a newcomer to their literary offerings, "Petals 4th Edition" is an invitation to savor the beauty of words and the magic of storytelling.
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Petals 2023
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Co- Authors
Adhila Gani
Who am I to u
U r a stranger who knows me from the core.
U r a trespasser who I wish would stay.
U r an alien who invaded my dreamland.
U r everything yet a hoax worth believing.
I miss u a lot, at times
I miss u a lot, in a way
I miss u a lot in whispers
I miss u a lot with a peck
I miss u a lot with everything
Pain
It's just the waves of time
Into pebbles.
कब तक रहेंगे यह जान
दिल के हर प्यास को
याद
दिल दे दिया दान
हर दम तुम्हारे ही याद
Wanderlust Chronicles
In tales, adventure is the game.
Roaming through the day and into the night.
Words explore the world's outdoors.
In these tales, life's vibrant dance.
As twilight's veil descends so deep,
Moments captured, whispers in the air,
Ink and paper paint the night,
Through the lens, the world does gleam,
Saffron Horizon
In these tales, life takes its flight.
These narratives reveal an exotic place.
In these words, traditions transcend.
These tales offer perspectives anew.
A seeker of horizons yet untold,
Backpacks filled with dreams and delight,
From bustling cities to tranquil shores,
Through diverse cultures, they take a glance,
In the tapestry of his adventures spun,
Elijah Thomas
Sacred Journeys
Words unveil spiritual realms sown.
Guiding through realms of inner light.
These narratives make us seek more.
In their depths, the soul finds a clue.
A dreamer of mystic dreams,
From sacred rivers to forests deep,
With open hearts and third eyes wide,
These tales, a mystical delight,
Cosmic Chronicles
In these tales, galaxies arise.
In these narratives, the cosmos is cast.
In these verses, the universe thrills.
Guide us through celestial dreams.
In a world where imagination is vast,
With a heart full of dreams and ink in hand,
From castles in clouds to uncharted shores,
A journey's start, these stories impart,
The Art of Words
Crafting tales that reach a lofty height.
In these narratives, readers implore for more.
These stories make hearts whole.
Guiding readers through day and night.
Petals of the Heart
Each petal holds a soulful trace,
Attraction's call, sacrifices true.
With love, they weather any storm,
Their gentle souls, a calming view.
Facing challenges with grace, worldwide,
Drawing hearts like bees to nectar rare.
Six-petaled flowers, dreams designed,
For love's embrace, they gladly rep.
Petals of the heart, in colorful display,
Embrace their virtues, find our place.
In childhood's realm of make-believe,
I thought the sun, a drowsy head,
The rain, I thought, was teardrops shed,
And storms, a mighty gusty blow,
I'd gaze upon the ocean's might,
A playful giant, vast and grand,
And oh, the joy of paper boats,
To distant lands, my dreams would soar,
For in those days, so free and wild,
I found delight in simple things,
In life's arduous path, twists.
Struggles and surprises, all around,
Fear not, for within you lies a goal.
As challenges darken the light of day,
For within you, strength lies, put to the test.
And the world feels like shades of gray,
Embrace the fire that burns in your heart.
Don't let them fade, keep them in sight,
Step by step, triumph you shall declare.
Hold firm, your spirit, never refrain,
A life of triumph, where success creates.
Your dreams and ambitions, never to fold,
And bask in the glow of achievements great.
On the path to dreams, take that first stride,
With every step, determination ignites,
Passion's flame, the fuel that sustains,
Through valleys of doubt and mountains steep,
For the last step awaits with sweet success,
With unwavering spirit, you shall rise,
Unforgettable Triumph Petals
Let stress dissipate, let worries flee,
Work hard, let your efforts intertwine.
Open your heart to a brand-new gate,
A world that shall forever remember thee.
Your hard work shall not be denied,
You will leave a mark, a legacy to love
Silk Threads of Dreams
Tales unfold 'neath golden sun's rapport.
Crafting stories beneath the vibrant sun.
Mythical creatures, side by side.
In this world, enchantment's streams.
Beneath the monsoon's tender grace,
Raindrops tell stories, sweet and bold,
Characters dance to rain's soft sound,
In the downpour, dreams take flight,
Maya's Dreamscapes
Maya's tales open timeless doors.
Craft stories beneath the golden sun.
Mythical creatures, both old and new,
In Maya's world, enchantment ignites.
Where fantasy and reality belong.
Maya's tales shimmer in a luminous stream.
दिल्लगी
और तुमने इश़्क को बदनाम कर दिया
रुसवाई में मोहब्बत को नीलाम कर दिया।
जो उसने यह कदम उठाया होगा
उसका दिल किसी और पर आया होगा।
दिल्लगी कहलाती है
हंस के कुर्बान हो जाती है।
कितनी आसानी से कह दिया ना तुमने
तुम ख्वाब नहीं हकीकत थे मेरी
तुम वो साज़ थे जिसे अपनी रुह में बसाया था
मेरा हर निशान अपनी ज़िन्दगी से मिटा चुके हो
उस वक्त को जो मेरे साथ बिताया था
जिसमें मुझे अपना दिलदार बताया था
आज भी सिर्फ तुम्हारा इंतजार करती हूँ
क्या कभी किसी और को तुम्हारी जगह दे पाऊंगी
तुमने तो कितनी आसानी से कह दिया कि भुला दूं तुम्हें
गलती या गुनाह ?
कभी टूटी तो खुद से लड़ना सिखाया
आज मैंने उसी का यकीन है तोड़ा
जो मैंने किसी और के लिए अपनों का साथ छोड़ा
बहुतों का दिल दुखाया है
ज़िन्दगी भर का सबक सिखाया है
आज वक्त ने एक बार फिर उसे दोहराया है
सिर्फ मेरे हिस्से में आया है
वापसी अब मुमकिन नहीं...
मानों थम सी गई थी ज़िन्दगी
हर पल खलती थी तेरी कमी
बिखर भी जाया करती थी
संभलने की कोशिश करती थी
यही सवाल किया करती थी
जो तेरी गुनहगार हो गई
और ये ज़िन्दगी बेज़ार हो गई
सीख लिया मैंने तेरे बगैर जीना
आज जब तेरे अश्कों को इश्क़ कर बैठी
पर ज़िन्दगी के इस मुकाम पर
तोड़ कर रिश्तों के वो कच्चे धागे
जहाँ से वापसी अब मुमकिन नहीं।
ये सच है कि तुझे कभी भुला न सकूंगी
ये दिल हमेशा तेरा कर्ज़दार रहेगा
मैं जनती हूँ कि मेरे जाने से तू टूट जाएगा
पर पहले की तरह मैं तुझे मना न सकूंगी
मैं चाहती थी तेरे साथ जीना
मैं कैद हूँ इन रवायतों के दरमियान
तू रोएगा मेरे लिए
ये दिल हमेशा तेरी मोहब्बत का कर्ज़दार रहेगा
पर अब लौट के मैं कभी आ न सकूंगी…
In the lap of nature self-composition
The stars shining at me,
Birds singing a different note,
The moon smiling at me,
My heart swirling in the hurricane of uncertainties,
For these eyes will never stop dreaming,
The stars shining at me,
Broken walls and broken hearts,
The stars shining at me,
I want to fill the pages of my life with beautiful lines,
The stars shining at me,
The pillars are silent on a deepest and the darkest night,
The city life has its own hustle and deep secrets,
The moon smiling at me,
My land of endless imagination
Shades of brown and red coating the leaves,
I observe the streets are all painted in yellowish hue,
Oh! I just realized that I am in my own land of endless imagination,
And fill the dresses of mannequins with endless colors,
Like chocolate, vanilla and butterscotch.
It’s a land where you can fly with your wings,
Leaves swirling in the wind;
Everything is free and fair,
Everyone is different, for this is a land where you can be your own mirror.
Soon I woke up and realized, oh! It was just a dream.
Pink flowers, dandelions, cherry blossoms, and poppies,
The leaves are green,
The earth is painted in endless palette of colors,
Birds build their nests,
Chick’s peep;
Bees hum and the rainbow comes,
I don’t know which color to choose?
Maybe, in this vast planet;
Earth wears a beautiful tiara,
Caterpillars are sunning.
Harmony colored the butterflies swaying into their wings;
For there is a birth of a new life in Spring!
That summer morning,
Our souls met after a decade our fortune shined.
Under the warm sun;
Among the lush green trees, we started hiding from each other’s lies,
Under the warm sun;
Nature was witnessing our romance,
That summer morning,
Birds sang the eternal song of the cupid.
conveyed his eternal love for me,
of her mate;
That summer morning,
Imagination a motivational poem
You live like a Queen that day;
You are the best that’s what you think;
For why? Do you every time think you are inferior than others?
Dreams and imagination are an integral part of one’s life;
Prerna Chajed
A TICKLE OF MAGIC
That bust in millions of crimson shades,
As tho,
Her feet were spinning,
Were in,
Which was soft and puffy like clouds,
Warm as sun,
Her soul was all set,
That put her soul on fire of warmth,
When her soul and heart,
And that tune creates a rhythm of soul.
A heavenly core of a beautiful moonlight,
Dancing with the tune of life,
And the moon become the sign out love,
As we slowly swirl and swirl in the music tune of the ocean waves,
and gives me a slow kiss on the forehead,
As we hold hands,
And accept all the phrases of our life just as the moon,
To find this kind of love in this chaos world is rare,
WILDFLOWER
Where her dream became an inspiration to many dead lives,
Where she breaks all the barriers and bloom into a beautiful blood shade of petals,
Where the rose is a symbol of love but also blood,
A deadly combined of both.
A mist of colors,
A layer of tint, tone, and shade,
It feels as tho,
where the winds swirl and dance along with her,
Where her feet aren’t stable and
As the dawn set.
A journey of miles of togetherness
Where the atmosphere was filled with a cold breeze but yet,
As we swim in the ocean of love and
The outer atmospheric breeze felt magically
The stars become the footprints of our love,
And we stare at the twinkling stars
Like a date with the star,
Where the atmosphere was filled with our warm love,
And our face was painted in shades of pink and our soul was shining with the sparkling love of
As we interlocked our hands in one another,
A tickle of love, magic, and a promise to be the partner of miles,
Qazi Muksit
Lessons
And I gave it up with a thought,
Like a moth to the flames,
What lets you live,
Be the moon, so close and yet so far,
You don’t always win your battles But it’s good to know that you fought.
For the sake of eternal being.
Come, cherish the silence of dark once
A clichéd old fairytale;
Who will witness the true knot?
Or the midnight prayers among which,
All drenched in the love,
And as the Rumi said,
The reciter of the love verse,
Better leave those for fairy tales.
Goodbye
For being terrified of loving someone like you
Of my body only being found weeks later
But I saw the goodbye before the actual goodbye
Regret
Why do I want you?
Then why did I let you go?
Why do I still wait for you?
When I know, you will never come back.
My life is just wasted and it’s all true,
Why does my heart beat?
Who was more important than this bloody heart.
Why I am read to fly for you?
Still I wish I has done something for you.
You’ve always lived in my heart.
Now being single,
Stop Gap relationship
She looks at him with misty eyes
He seems contented and relaxed
Not noticing her silence
He is talking about leaving now
Over the din of the fan in the background
Filled with the smell of their sweating bodies.
That the only difference between her And the girls on the street
Is that they receive payment in cash,
In form of words,
empty words – “I love you.”
THE TRAFFIC
It is impossible to see the view ahead of my eyes
It's only the noisy sound of traffic.
And it is painful to see the human inside the ambulance screaming out of pain
I couldn't understand how is it always crowded here
Just stuck in traffic for hours.
I met a man whom I wish to meet since my girlhood
"To meet you is not a coincidence
Since thirteenth years".
But the red orchids remind me of your presence;
Someday we might contact our eyes out of the blue
The cirrocumulus clouds stretched in an unceasing line
It was pretty much 4 p.m
And granted me an orchid plant
I never knew it could be grown in this way.
let it grow here and shine" you've commented.
I thought these orchid would also wither
The leaves and those pretty flowers may wither after performing the function for a certain time,
'Luck was not obliged to be with both of us', I guess
I can feel your pain,
To forgive myself would be awkward now.
But the red orchids remind me of your presence;
Someday we might contact our eyes out of the blue
Even now it exists here on the same tree, same gate and same place.
I smiled with tears and answered, "It's a game of fate and karma".
Waiting for you to come and touch the sweet fresh flower with your hands even if it's for once
THE LAST MESSAGE
With a cheerful sunshine.
I'd never thought to be broken like a glass
Never mingle with friends
I must know that he can't be mine
Mingle with him was that i aim
But it's difficult to pretend
But in message, never left even one word
Now i understand how is he
Love at first sight…
Also chats in a funny way
Was the reason I'd admired
Our friendship turn closer and goes on
He comes and jokes like a mad
So that I love
Cause he is kind
The grief and sorrow day is dawning
I felt myself as alone
"My dear, I am not going, my love is always there with you, the day I first saw you I deeply fall in love with you
So that I could be your man
"My love, do wait we here
It was the last message I saw
THE LOST PAGES
Black ink in my hand and diary on the table;
I sat down quietly to pen down a few story of mine.
I found out that it is filled with unspoken words
The word I'd never speak till today
Diary and pen turn into audience and listen what I speaks
There was a man who listen to my stupid words;
Also celebrated my achievement as well.
Was lost somewhere.
How could this happen!
I've kept secretly inside the drawer
I've wrote many pretty dreams in my diary
The page had been lost now
SWEET NOVEMBER
This is the month that i stepped into this world for the first time.
And she's my mumma.
As I am just a newly born baby.
How strange the world is!
Soon after we grown up,
We've limited time
I came into this world alone
Yes, it is.
"Why will I return home with an empty hand?"
"Who am I?"
Someday, somewhere and someone would be reviewing my history.
November was a pretty month, I was born on
Sonal Srivastava
It’s a Win!
There were a hundred and twenty reasons,
Yet, fortunately, I have won;
Of winning all the battles in towns made of fabricated storms.
Should I have not stopped myself,
I wouldn’t have changed my destiny,
Fortunately, I have won;
When I closed my eyes in symphonies;
Fortunately, I have won;
Yet the most concerning one;
For the tables to turn;
Of Time—Saga of Strength
As I sit and watch;
I have ever come across.
The minutes and hours of it;
Of uncertain ticks.
Came to touch us with its soothing flow;
Dancing on the wits;
No matter what the curveball be;
Time still marched, undeterred;
Sitting on the peak of worship towns,
Watching us over, under, within,
Kabir’s Garden of Sunflowers
Stood Kabir’s store of grains and nuts;
The barren land was house of crew;
and some had no clue;
His grains have always helped;
To reach his palace of ultimate grains,
Which wasn’t plain.
Hazy blues and storms would shower;
So needed dedication to detached insights.
They would learn of divine skies.
To get a grain, show me the price.
If the traveler to be is wrong or right.
But none could reach Kabir’s sight.
Direction less, found out about Kabir’s hidden den;
The Unbearable Unknowns
So that I could have a stealthy peek
To beware of my cages
Because I know how it will end
With only us to blame. . .
Shrouded Secrets
Unrevealed desires
To know what I should seek
The abysmal void
Of many rooms that are vacant
Attending various funerals
Let me evade
In various seasons
Let me evade
That carries treasured stories
The practice of outsourcing happiness
Let me evade
In different person
Expecting only the bare minimums
Let me evade
Unable to curb my growing fears
Of these unbearable unknowns
Of my book
The Silence of Period
Our narratives make us
Or whoever we are not
Of our parents, family, ancestors
Do we have the freedom to tell them?
Stories about stain
Of shame, guilt
Told not to talk of the pains
Even our mothers forbid the talk
Not to attract the guys’ attention
Expected to slave at in-laws’
Not given a day’s off
Even after breaking the glass ceiling
“This is how we have done it”
The most dangerous statement in women’s history!!!
Forget exploration
The body is possible
Society hushes questions about the body
Even on those days
Cornered like criminals
But made to work like a beast
Why should we feel shame then?
Are we conditioned like that?
Why should not we share them with the world?
Abhor the silence of period!!!
Relegated to the margins and not the center
The endless demarcations
The inability to see the disability
The stupidity with severity
To heteronormativity!!!!
Those only limit us with myriad boundaries
Those only add to the distinctiveness
To acknowledge the various possibilities
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Co- Authors
Adhila Gani
Alex Turner
Elijah Thomas
Eliyas Johnjoseph
Maya Patel
Niharika Khurana
Palak Chauhan
Prerna Chajed
Qazi Muksit
Richa Gandhi
Ruptalin Tissopi
Sonal Srivastava
S. Lavanya
Adhila Gani
Adhila Gani is a dedicated MBBS student whose passion for medicine is rivaled only by her fascination for writing poetry. Her journey is a blend of scientific curiosity and artistic expression, as She navigates the intricate world of medical studies while also crafting verses that capture the beauty and complexity of life.
Who am I to u
U r a hoax that’s worth believing.
U r a stranger who knows me from the core.
U r a wanderer who built a home of trust in me.
U r a trespasser who I wish would stay.
U r an intruder whom I welcome the most.
U r an alien who invaded my dreamland.
U r an unknown land that feels like home.
U r everything yet a hoax worth believing.
I miss u a lot
I miss u a lot, at times
U wouldn’t even notice.
I miss u a lot, in a way
U wouldn’t even know.
I miss u a lot in whispers
U wouldn't even hear.
I miss u a lot with a peck
U wouldn't even feel.
I miss u a lot with everything
That doesn’t even exist.
Pain
The pain never fades.
It's just the waves of time
That polishes the stone of pain
Into pebbles.
आखिरएकदिन
कब तक रहेंगे यह जान
आखिरएकदिनजानाहीहै
दिल के हर प्यास को
शराबएमौतसेभुजानाहीहै
याद
तुमसेकीमोहब्बतमेंने
दिल दे दिया दान
अबउसकीसजाहैमुझे
हर दम तुम्हारे ही याद
Alex Turner
Alex Turner, a seeker of life's hidden truths, brings a unique perspective to the world of literature. Inspired by his travels across India's breathtaking landscapes, he infuses his writing with the subcontinent's vibrant colors, sounds, and flavors. Alex's stories are a blend of introspection, spirituality, and human connection, offering readers a chance to explore the depths of their own souls as they journey through his evocative narratives.
Wanderlust Chronicles
A seeker of unknown lands untamed,
In tales, adventure is the game.
Backpacks filled with dreams and delight,
Roaming through the day and into the night.
From bustling streets to tranquil shores,
