Poetic Resonance

From the Editor's Desk

2012-01-05T19:48:00.000-08:00

Dear Haikuist Padhy,

Readers are sure to smile when they read your haiku,

New Year
the beggar begs
for a smile

Please also note readers comments and vibrant discussion about your haiku in the Dec. 15 issue of the Asahi Haikuist at http://ajw.asahi.com/article/cool_japan/culture/AJ201112150001

Congratulations!

David McMurray
20.12.2011

Haiku- Universal Depths of Space, Editors' Choice

2011-12-31T08:13:00.000-08:00

Ed. Bernard Gieske ( In Sketchbook, Vol.6, No.6, 2011)

In this next haiku P K Padhy reminds us that the power of candle light should not be underestimated because of its small flame. The flame of a candle may be very tiny, but its impact can be felt around the world. Some of you have not let us forget these memorable occasions, not all of which are pleasant.

lone candle—
another solar system
brightened

# 95. P K Padhy, IN

Ed. John Daleiden ( In Sketchbook, Vol.6, No.6, 2011)

…and finally, the candles thread moves beyond a description of human conditions, religious notions, birthday celebrations, individual feelings of loneliness and isolation, romance, and social occasions to the realm beyond earth—reaching out into the universal depths of space…

candlelight
how pale the moon
looks

# 126. Stella Pierides, DE / UK

candle on the sill—
a moth circles into
the Big Dipper

# 131. Cezar-Florin Ciobîcă, RO

lone candle—
another solar system
brightened

# 95. P K Padhy, IN

Snipe Rising From a Marsh - Bird's in Tanka (Ed. Rodney Williams)

2011-12-31T01:17:00.000-08:00

Dear Mr Padhy

With the Atlas Poetica Special Feature Snipe Rising From a Marsh – Birds in Tanka, over 250 poems were received from 65 contributors across 10 countries – the following piece of yours is one of only 25 chosen:

the sparrow
leaves its message
coming home
the old man still awaits
his son’s return from battle

Indian sparrow: Passer indicus bactrianus
Berhampur, Orissa, India

Pravat Kumar Padhy, Orissa, India

Please carefully proofread all of the text inserted above, before confirming/ correcting its wording/ details by return email to me as soon as possible.

In that same email, also please include a biographical sketch (75 words maximum).

Editor M. Kei encourages all contributors to this Special Feature to make submissions to Atlas Poetica itself, using this link:

http://atlaspoetica.org/?page_id=6

While asking me to advise you that Snipe Rising From a Marsh should be posted on the Atlas Poetica website in March, 2012, M. Kei has also begged for your patience in advance, if delays happen to occur due to his other commitments.

More precise information about a release date will be provided in due course.

The quality of your submission to this project is greatly appreciated – congratulations!

All the very best of luck for the New Year,

Rodney Williams

Editor

Snipe Rising From a Marsh – Birds in Tanka

williams.rodney.a@edumail.vic.gov.au

The Temple Bell Stops (Ed. Robert Epstein)

2011-10-15T21:33:00.000-07:00

Dear PK,
Hello,I hope all is well in your world. I have reread your poems ...... I wish to accept "tree float" with a slight revision for the grief and loss anthology.

Robert Epstein
26.9.2011

trees float
the river swells
with tears

Honorable Commendation from Ms. Angela Leuck

2011-08-29T09:23:00.000-07:00

Dear Mr.Padhy,

Thank you so much for your kind comments on my blog and for sending me some of your poems. I especially like the last haiku:

*****
time and space
life - a season of its
own garden

I would love to make a poster of it some day. I like to blend flower and garden photos together with poetry.? I'm working on a series of them, as well as a series of tea haiku and photos of teapots.

I'm off to China at the end of the month. I teach English to accounting students at Kaifeng University in Henan Province.? I'm there for 6 week stints, which gives me time to work on my writing the rest of the year. By the way, the city I teach in is the Chrysanthemum City of China and they have a huge fall chrysanthemum fesitval which I'm looking forward to.

Cheers,

Angela
20.8.2011

Editors' Choice Award: Haiku Reality, June 2011

2011-08-29T09:11:00.000-07:00

Selected Haiku (Izabrani haikui)
English Editor: an'ya

ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE BEST HAIKU OF THE ISSUE

The selectors—an'ya (from the American side) and Jasminka Nadaškić-Đorđević (from the Serbian side)—have made their choices of the best haiku of the issue (48 authors from 20 countries sent 281 poems). The favorites and selected haiku are given in no particular order. Congratulations to all the contributors!
USA (13), Croatia (7), UK (3), Canada (2), Serbia (3), Australia (3), Germany (2), New Zealand (2), Romania (2), Japan (1), Belgium (1), Ireland (1), Yemen (1), India (1), Poland (1), Slovenia (1), Brazil (1), Macedonia (1), Bosnia and Herzegovina (1), Philippines (1)

PROGLAŠENJE NAJBOLJIH HAIKUA OVOG BROJA

Selektori—an'ya (sa američke strane) i Jasminka Nadaškić-Đorđević (sa srpske strane)—su izabrale najbolje haikue broja (48 autora iz 20 zemalja je poslalo 281 pesmu). Kandidati za najbolje haikue i izabrani haikui nisu dati po utvrđenom redosledu. Čestitke svim učesnicima!
SAD (13), Hrvatska (7), VB (3), Kanada (2), Srbija (3), Australija (3), Nemačka (2), Novi Zeland (2), Rumunija (2), Japan (1), Belgija (1), Irska (1), Jemen (1), Indija (1), Poljska (1), Slovenija (1), Brazil (1), Makedonjia (1), Bosna i Hercegovina (1), Filipini (1)
BEST OF ISSUE (First Choice)
Najbolji haiku broja (prvoplasirani)

Steve Addiss, USA (SAD)

tide going out—
the sun pulls swallows
from the ocean

plima se povlači –
sunce izvlači laste
iz okeana
tr. SV

Jasminka and I both agreed on this haiku by Steve Addiss for First Best of Issue. Our reasons perhaps were different for choosing it so we are both doing write-ups to compare. I liked this one because of the fantastic visuals of "the sun" literally pulling swallows right "from the ocean," as well as the juxtaposition of the outgoing tide and the sun. All in all, just a very well-written haiku moment.- an'ya

Yes, this is an image where reality interweaves with illusion, by no means reducing its value but, on the contrary, adding to the quality of this excellent haiku. What in nature is the most beautiful seems to be the simplest, which is just the case with this poem. The sun seems to play with swallows. The moment I'd gladly record with my camera if the opportunity arose.-Jasminka

Jasminka i ja smo se saglasile da prvo mesto pripadne ovom haikuu Stiva Adisa. Možda su nam razlozi bili različiti, pa ćemo obe izneti svoje mišljenje. Meni se ovaj haku dopada zbog fantastične slike "sunca" koje bukvalno izvlači laste "iz okeana", kao i zbog jukstapozicije između plime i sunca. Sve u svemu, veoma dobro zabeležen haiku trenutak.- an'ya
Da, ovo je slika u kojoj se realnost prepliće sa iluzijom, što nikako ne umanjuje vrednost već, naprotiv, daje kvalitet više ovom odličnom haiku stihu. Ono što je u prirodi najlepše, to izgleda najjednostavnije, a ovde ja upravo tako i predstavljeno - sunce kao da se poigrava sa lastama. Trenutak koji bih vrlo rado zabeležila svojom kamerom kad bi mi se ukazala takva prilika.- Jasminka

BEST OF ISSUE (Second Choice)
Najbolji haiku broja (drugoplasirani)

P. K. Padhy, India (Indija)

flight of cranes—
bridging the sea
with the sky

let ždralova –
premošćuje more
i nebo
tr. SV

Again, Jasminka and I both agreed on this haiku for Second Best of Issue. And again, I liked it for the visuals it presents of a whole "flight of cranes" bridging the sea "with the sky" . . . it was a difficult choice between first and second place for these haiku are actually similar, not in subject matter necessarily albeit they are both about the ocean/sea, but in the way they are both very well-written.- an'ya

Only at the first glance it appears that we have selected two "identical" images for First and Second Best of Issue. Although both haiku are really well-written, it could be noticed that this one by P. K. Padhy is about quite different experience, different dynamics. This image is almost static, as if the cranes, with their wings spread wide, are here to only complete the vision of the bridge before the observer's eyes. The experience of the sun as part of the image is missing, the haiku moment does not strictly indicate the time of the day; the order of Best of Issue is completely justified.-Jasminka

I ovog puta smo se Jasminka i ja složile da ovom haiku dodelimo drugo mesto I ovaj haiku mi se dopao zbog vizuelnog doživljaja "leta ždralova" koji premošćuje more "i nebo"... bilo je teško odlučiti se između prvog i drugog mesta jer su ova dva haikua zapravo slična, ne po temi, mada su oba o okeanu/moru, već po načinu na koji su veoma dobro napisana. - an'ya

Samo na prvi pogled izgleda da smo izabrale dve “iste” slike za prvu i drugu nagradu. Iako su oba haiku stiha stvarno dobro napisana, primećuje se da je ovde reč o potpuno drugačijem doživljaju, drugačijoj dinamici. Ova slika je skoro statična, kao da su ždralovi raširenih krila tu samo da upotpune viziju mosta pred očima posmatrača. Doživljaj sunca kao aktera slike je izostao, haiku trenutak ne ukazuje striktno na doba dana, redosled nagrada je potpuno opravdan.- Jasminka

BEST OF ISSUE (Third Choice)
Najbolji haiku broja (trećeplasirani)

Rosa Clement, Brazil

colheita de laranja
o trem que passa leva
um cheiro doce

orange harvest
the passing train loads
a sweet scent
branje narandži
voz u prolazu tovari
sladak miris
tr. SV

And for the third time, we both agreed on this haiku by Rosa Clement from Brazil for Third Best of Issue and it was difficult to not choose it for first or second! since all of these Best of Issue are such well-written moments. First in line 1, we see the orange harvest, then in line two the author allows us to see the passing train, and in line three, we smell the scent being carried away.- an'ya

What would one give to be in such an environment! The haiku has been written in such a way that even to the reader, miles away from the scene, the image is quite familiar, as something he has already experienced and tasted. The harvest locates the image in time, while the train is here "fortunately" in passing to add an additional dimension to the whole image as if it is spreading around the sweet scent of the freshly picked oranges, which anyway spreads through the whole orchard and beyond during the harvest.

I po treći put smo se složile da treće mesto pripadne Rozi Klement iz Brazila a bilo je teško ne izabrati ga za prvo ili drugo! jer su svi ovi najbolji haikui broja tako dobro registrovani trenuci. Najpre u prvom stihu vidimo branje narandži, onda nam u drugom stihu autorka omogućava da vidimo voz u prolazu, a u trećem osećamo miris koji on odnosi. - an'ya

Šta bi čovek dao da se nalazi u ovakvom okruženju! Haiku je napisan na takav način da je i čitaocu, koji je kilometrima daleko, slika koju prenosi potpuno bliska, kao nešto što je lično već video, osetio miris. Berba je označila poziciju slike u vremenu, a voz je tu “srećno” u prolazu da celoj ovoj slici da dimenziju više, kao da raznosi okolo slatki miris upravo ubranih narandži, koji se i inače u doba berbe širi svud po voćnjaku a i šire.- Jasminka

The Tiny Pebbles

2011-06-11T11:41:00.000-07:00

Disabled

2011-05-07T07:47:00.000-07:00

When your white hand
Embraces me,
I feel
It takes me
Beyond the horizon
Of touch.

Liberty Theatre, Bend, Oregon,USA

2011-04-06T08:52:00.000-07:00

National Meeting and Haiku Art Exhibition by Haiku Society of America (HSA), Liberty Theatre Gallery, Bend, Oregon, USA

2011-04-01T10:20:00.000-07:00

half-moon--
the child wonders
the rest

Credit : The Mainichi Daily News, 3 Nov 2010

Hello PK, nice to hear from you and thanks very much for your fine haiku which I like a lot. The reprint credits for your bio are:

Published on the HSA "Haiku Wall" exhibited in the historic Liberty Theatre
Gallery at the Quarterly National Haiku Society of America Meeting in Bend,
Oregon on June 3-5, 2011 as part of the downtown Bend Oregon First Friday
June Art Walk

love ya . . an'ya

Foreword from Ryan Kelly, Poetry Editor, The Houston Literary Review, USA

2011-03-28T19:13:00.000-07:00

Ryan Kelly
124 N. Lancaster St.
Athens, OH 45701
United States
rkelly09@jcu.edu
1-(216)-213-3129

What is most remarkable about P.K. Padhy’s poetry is his ability to express so much by saying so little. The Tiny Pebbles exhibits his aphoristic style, in which he succinctly captures both the beauty and grace of everyday life and the socioeconomic injustices suffered by the oppressed and underprivileged. For example, “Budding Value” and “Rain” portray nature as a cyclical and perpetual provider and describe the way in which it replenishes the human spirit while simultaneously existing outside the power of finite beings. “Street Man,” “Slogan,” and “Metro Life” subtly note the cold impersonality of city life, showing the way that its daily tribulations can weigh on the souls of the individual, and as a result, of the community. “Child Laborer” and “Hygienic Ostentation” emphasize the overwhelming power of a person’s ascribed status to inhibit upward mobility and to stunt proper emotional growth.
In poems like “Injustice,” “Humanism,” and “Life,” Padhy seeks to complete the age-old task of the poet: giving abstract ideas a concrete face. The word “injustice” becomes odorous, palpable, and altogether more real as a shattered bottle of milk lying at someone’s doorstep. The word “life” both begins to delight and repulse the eyes when people transform into hungry crows being thrown crumbs as alms on the street. The philosophy of “humanism” stops being simply a way of thought when it is described as the rhythmic beat that eternally pulsates through the roots of the human forest.
Aphorisms often exist as adages, expressing general truths about life gained from years of wisdom in hopes of instructing people towards humility, generosity, and moderate lifestyles. The writer of an aphorism sometimes assumes the stance of a preacher at the pulpit, but not in the case of Padhy. While some of his poems do contain gems of advice, he is far from a didactic writer. Although his poems may be interpreted as political or partisan, I believe such readings would be misguided. Rather than a campaigner, Padhy is a reporter, or recorder, who paints the landscape of suffering as he sees it and takes snapshots for a scrapbook of the human condition. Each poem is an open-ended and stand-alone strain of Padhy himself, allowing for a wide variety of reactions from readers daring enough to face an examination of their conscience.

*Ryan Kelly is an American teacher, writer, and editor who was born in Cleveland, Ohio. He currently lives and learns in the small town of Athens, Ohio, where he works as a member of Ohio University’s English Department.

2011-03-28T18:54:00.000-07:00

The Houston Literary Review

2010-12-31T07:32:00.000-08:00

Some of my shorter verses have been published in The Houston Literary Review, December, 2010 Issue (Page 12-13). They are of aphoristic nature. Hope you will like them.

Slaughter House

2010-12-03T06:28:00.000-08:00

At a distance we fuel
The coal of cruelty
And pierce inside the flesh of innocence.
The skin rules the soaked heart,
To what length the wisdom of sacrifice
Drains the blood so pure.
I wonder if it ever could lit
Candle of softness
To conquer the darkness
Of the graveyard
Overriding the vicious void.

Credit : Top Ten Poem of the Month, Poetry Street,UK,April, 2009

Aspiring Green

2010-12-03T06:25:00.000-08:00

Nature baskets mirthful beauty in its lap
The snow crowned mountain
Kissing the ecstatic warmth of the sun
Exotic dance of the waves
Muses the songs to the shore.

Rich trees grow to ambitious high
Aspiring branches reach to the sky
Pearls of life treasure
The kingdom of their own
World is a creation of the delightful garden.

Promise not to allow the carbon cloud
To shadow the silhouettes of nature’s beauty
And sea does not cross its shore line.
Let the river ripples its brimming life
Adorning our Earth like the Permian green.

Credit: Poets for Living World, July 2009

We All One

2010-12-03T06:17:00.000-08:00

In the world of rituals
The milk of spirituality
Looses its whiteness.
Value of identification lies
Closely
As flowers and fruits to the trees.
We belong to one seed
And a common gene
Cladding shades of climatic skin.

Editors’ Choice Poetry Award, PoetBay,Oct, 2009

Haiku

2010-12-02T09:30:00.000-08:00

half-moon--
the child wonders
the rest

The Mainichi Daily News, Nov.3, 2010

Songs of Love - A Celebration

2010-01-14T00:19:00.000-08:00

Wings of aspiration
Muse the music of shyness
Collecting vibrations of
Meandering rhymes.
Our amazed maiden meet
Manuscripts sonnets of
Different verse
Back in our mind
As time glances each others poetry.
The thread of tie weaves
A different spread of mosaic
Reaching our kite at another sky
Where cloud narrates
The meaning of whiteness
And rain sketches a season
Of unique world of living.

…… …… …….

I take you
To different peaks.
Like birds
You wish to fly
Over the hills
And beyond the bounds
Of the sky.
We sketch differently
To measure the love.
It is still deep enough
When you scale
From the top.

……. ….. ……

Silently I sink myself
Below your neckline.
You surrender
As sea-bed near the shore
Under the roaring tides.
Passionately we search
Each other closing our eyes.

…….. ……. ………

I move my finger tips
Over your sedulous lips
And repose on
Your anxious waves.
You whisper something
In my ear sliding your desire
Over the shadows
Of translucent light.
After a long journey
You relax for a while
Unveiling the curtain
Of your dream.

……. ……. ………

Artfully I repose
On the high seas
Of your beauty
The warmth
Of my inner sun
Swims with your
Passionate waves.

….. ……. …….

Under the helm
Of your shyness
Symphony of love chimes.
Carefully I listen
To the music,
The wishes
Of your nail biting.

….. ……. …….

On each page of night
You compose the poem of love
Shyly dawn knocks at your door.
As you are still
In the half way of your song,
You request the beauty night
To stay with you
For a little long .

……. …….. ………

I search the love of light
Over your
Petallic smiles.
Closing my eyes
I kiss craftsman’s
Sacred choice.

…. …. ….

Like swimming cloud
You are soft,
Calm and poesies,
And you wish
Nearness to tender
Feathery breeze.

… …. ….

You always fear
Perhaps
Someone may hear.
Bangles you arm
To make nearly
No sound.
Eyes you wish to slide
Else it may ask
For a share
Of your love
Undivided.

… …. ….

Carefully I unveil
The twinkling
Of your dewy eyes.
You wake me up
In my moist dream
And your soft touch
Lulls me to sleep.

….. …… ……

In me
I discover you
So closely
As nudity
Clings
To your body.
You still look fresh
In every new turn
Like the morning
Bright Sun.

…. …. ….

The waves of warm feeling
Spread over
Slowly on the sands
Of your aspiration.
Smilingly your shyness
Mingles with a new skyline
Murmuring another moment
Of ecstasy of union.

…. ……. ……..

Many times I confuse
Sublime love grows
With counts.
You silently drip juice
Unlike squeezing
And swallowing the fruits.

… …. ….

Through a mysterious ripple
Your eyes twinkle
The mystique message.
In the perennial flow
The seeds of aspiration
It drenches.
I go back to the
Melodious pages of time
In me I discover
Memories composing
The sweetest rhyme.

….. ……. …….

Twilight shades lightly
Over the trees
Behind the village
Splendid hut.
The aroma of
Mild dusty spread
Makes you feel
Belonging
To rural beauty bud.

……. ……. ……..

Throughout night
Your smile gathers
The petals
Of the blooming buds.
I discover
Every morning
Your freshness
Becomes the garden
Of my life.

…. …. ….

For all my request
You fix a date for the next.
When paleness
Wrinkles my face,
Like a child you lap me
Under your wing.
Naively you drench me
In the sizzling drops
Of rains
Unscheduled
For that night.

…. ….. ……..

Like fragrance
Ripples
From the blooming
Flower
Silence on your face
Reads the poem of
Your deep desire.

…. …. …….

You sail down
Deep inside
The stream
Till you reach
Near the shore
Of your dream.
Under the roaring tide,
We search each other
Closing our eyes.

…. …. …….

In your cosmic love
I search the
Cause of the creation
And wish
I could discover
Eve and Adam.

… … …

In the high seas
Of your beauty
I search the pearls of bliss.
After a long roving
I immerse
Quenching my thirst
By the nectar
Of your smiles.

…. …. ….

I sleep on the waves
Of your shyness
With your deep signature.
On the rolling edge
Of sweetness,
The music
Of the tides of the night
I closely remember.

…. …. ….

In the horizon of love
I wonder
What makes us one.
In the abode of sky,
Close to rainbow dome,
Like a bird
You dream to fly.

….. ….. ……

Quite often
You wait
When I am away.
Unknowingly as wind
Knocks at your door
You fly like a kite
Near to your height.

…. …. ….

To what depth
I shall measure
To touch the
Nectar of love.
Like drops of
Drizzling rain,
It drips out
From your eyes
Swollen by
The dreams of
Midnight .

…… …….. ……..

I recall
Unmindfully sometimes
Opinion divides
I poise for mine
You for yours
A brief spell after
On a different musical tone
We sing together
The same soulful song.

….. ….. …

Emotionally often
You appear
Unmoved.
In repetition we stare
On the banks of river
And discover
Mismatch of the day
Is even thinner
Than water.

……. …… ..…..

Your soften voice
Bathes me in sizzling rain,
And budding eyes hide me
Behind the celestial dream
Your thick hair paints the
Beauty of darkness
And eyes picture
The spark of union.
Tightly I embrace
As urge encircles,
And the warmth melts
The flow of time.

……. …… ..…..

Sometimes I fear
As if I am left alone
In a world quite unknown.
I wish solemnly
In every tomorrow
You live with me.
Else I would melt away
In the burning grief.

……. ………. …….

Your angel of eyes
Steals me beyond
The brims of passion.
Your moistened lips
Dip me
In the abyssal sea of quest.
Pearls of love I collect
Enticing in the sacred voice.

……. ………. …….

On your lap,
With much love and care,
I drenched on the moisten layers.
Lazily closing my eyes
I kiss the Craftsman’s choice:
So sacred
In the evolution memoirs.

…. ….. …………..

You whisper
In my ear
Sharing your desire
Over the shadows
Of translucent light.
After a long journey
You relax for a while
Unveiling the curtain
Of your dream.

……. …… ……

I could read
Your language
When your dark skin
Shades light of love.
Your ambiance
Makes me rich
At the touch of your
Tender close reach.

…… ……. ……..

Slowly you sail
With shades of shyness
And carefully I unveil
The miracle of union.
Nearing to the Moon
I take a fly
When you clad me
With your divinely kiss
In the celestial sky.

…. ….. ……

Your moisten lips
Bathe me in the
Soulful sizzling rain.
Thick layers of your hair
Paint the beauty of darkness
As smile rhymes
On your bashful lips.
Your budding eyes
Sail me
Far beyond
The touch of the sea.

…… ….. ….

You stretch to touch
The clouds
And the new born rains.
We enlighten
Our living dream
Behind the lusty lightning.

…… ….. ….

We discover
The agile ray of radiance
Playfully closing our eyes.
Perhaps darkness
Emits new streak of beam,
In the world
Of our celestial dream.

….. ….. …….

On the ripples of your
Silken hair
My dream silently streams.
Grains of sweetness
The morning wind sprinkles.
The muse of your wishes
Reminds me
The last night dream
Back again.

…. ….. …….

You feel a change
In yourself.
The pleasure
You whisper,
And desire a lot
To your taste.
The silken past moistens
My memory at the best.

…. …… ……

We see each other much
Closing our eyes, and
Our souls listen
To each others voice.
Bliss spreads its wings
As echo listens
To the voice of silence.
I can say
It is the angle of image,
Meandering in my
Better half’s pair of eyes.
For the space of freedom
Evolution fulfills its wish.
…. ……… …….

Your budding eyes
Hide me behind
The touch of the sea.
Thrilling gathers in your eyes
As you climb to the peak.
My urge encircles
And the warmth melts
The flow of time.
You respite for a moment
Before painting another journey.

……. …… ……

In the later days
You decide to go
To the place of your
Own.
I circulate you
Like wind every where.
As patches of cloud
Memory sails around.
I wish to read
Your absence
As the distance
Travels a poem.

……. …… ……

In kitchen, here and there
I feel
You are all along.
When I turn aside
I find
Behind the shadow
You hide.
I see your paintings
And finger prints
Echoing your remote voice
In the corner
Of your absence.

…. ……. ……..

As a lazy shadow
You hide
When I
Turn aside.
I heard
The rhythm of silence.
Suddenly I find you
Whispering
Behind the colours
Of your paintings.

…. ……. ……..

In loneliness
You accompany me
As fragrance of memory.
Your image lives with me
As music
With the rhyme.

……. …….. ……..

Somewhere I feel
The absence.
As days and nights
Rush to reside
In the album pages.
I figure you
In your closeness
Till I arrest my shadow
In your virtual presence.

…. ….. …….

The letter you sail,
From the other side
Of the bank,
Brings a fresh breeze
Of remembrance.
Phrases and words
Shorten the distance
Composing
A different closeness.

…. …….. ……

Glad to know you are
All fine there.
I recall back
Sitting on the cradle
Amidst hushed silence.

…. …….. ……

Memories recall the warmth
Of the morning sun
And some times
Breeze the nostalgic moments
On the wings
Of colourful monsoon

…. …….. ……

I sit calmly
Contouring
The hills of aspiration
With my living painting.
In no time
My eyelids slide
On your glacial face,
Embodying joyful flowers
Of warm smiles.

….. …… ……

I sketch
My imagination
Living in an
Aspirant grain and
Awaiting a warm touch
Of the sizzling soft rains.

……. ……. ……

Please convey our best wishes
To the New soul:
The Designer’s gift.
Hope close to you she listens
The lyrics
Of the evolutionary waves.

…. …. ……..

A baby is born
To us
In the form of a tiny bud.
Soon the aroma sketches
The aspiration edge
Of our felicitous image.
Love, an act of creation,
Symbolises
The glow of the bright sun.

…. ……. …….

Your face,
Like milky Moon,
Smiles with
Eyes swinging
Like busy bees
And lips gathering
The meaning of expression:
Your womanhood
A gateway
To another new poem.

……. ……. …….

We climb many heights
Embodying soul to soul.
Our love,
In your richness valley,
Silently brims
As the imprint
Becomes awaken
Like a tender leaf.

……. ……. …….

You assimilate love
Once more
For a noble cause,
A playing partner
To our dear:
The sprightly second,
And we feel fully encircled
Breathing a life afresh.

……. ……. …….

The garden of smiles,
Ripples mystical waves
And makes you, me and every one
Part of their life.
They play hide and seek
Circling you
With their sunny smiles
And we discover
Petals of love and glee.

……. ……. …….

You soothe them when they cry
And experience heavenly solace
On your caring lap.
Their emotional eyes gathers
The stories of kings and queens,
World of birds and animals.
You promise them
Stars and Moon to visit.
They repose sacred dreams
On your warmth touch
In every night.

……. ……. …….

The kids express
The meaning of affection
And Craftsman’s bliss.
Love sublimates
In their innocent
Smiles and musical voice.

……. ……. …….

We mirrored ourselves
Reminiscing
Our holy parents.
Flowers of love
Confer together
Weaving the generation link.

……. ……. …….

They clasp their hands to catch
The butterflies
Twitter with birds flying high
In the sky.
We talk a lot
With blissful note
Understandably feel they know
All poetry and prose.

……. ……. …….

We discover
The morphology of feeling,
The dimension of affection
And the edge of fulfillment
In their innocent smile.
Their twisted talk
Bears a different verse
Imaging the sonnets of love
The purpose of life echoes back
Traveling all the distance from the sky.

……. ……. …….

They playfully toddle
the parents shoes unfitting to theirs.
Colourful scratches on the wall
Craft paintings of new imagination.
They build temples of their own
Out of sand and mud.
It is all musical play
And to your gravely smile
They clap out of joy.

…. …… ……..

They grow and design
The inheritance of creation:
A genetic layout
Of living imagination.
Your arm extends
Fencing them with care.
I pair with you,
As concierge
In the new garden of life.

…. …… ……...

Our life scripted
A new stanza.
Like spreading branch
And sprouting flowers
We all grow, and
Imprints of life carry
To another
Generation of tree.

…… …….. ……..

I go back to the
Pages of time
And read the poetry again.
I plunge to think how
Time shapes our mind.
With beauty and bliss
It is more to
A celestial journey indeed.

…. ….. …….

Time transgresses over the
Wealthy age.
Lamp of love
Still continues to burn
Behind the eagerness
Of wrinkles.
Richness of affection resides
With zest of our gray hairs.
Perhaps time tries
To harbour us
On the bank of eternal solace.

……. …….. …….

Life is a wave of
Shades of joys and sorrows.
Harmonically it swings
In the highs and lows.
I collect the grains of hope
By the sides of the completeness.
Wish the waves of our creation
Would breathe the zest of life
For the longest time.

…. …….. …….

Sacred recitation
Rebounds from the lips
Unsupported by the teeth.
Agile stream of love
Faithfully supports
It’s content
In between the
Intimate banks.
…. …….. …….

Memories are preserved
In the tiny pebbles
Of the meandering flows.
Songs of love scintillate
On the colourful edge
Of the living space.
The caring warmth of our creation
Nurture us to rest
In the rest of our evenings.

….. ……. …….

Our love is a ceaseless
Melodious celebration
Our love is the lamp
And we are its brightness
Our love is a song
And we are its rhythm.
Our journey is an extension
Of the boundless voyage.
….. ……. …….

We walk down the
Garden of life
Reminiscing the poetic sublime.
Wind whispers and river rhymes,
All the songs
Of our poetic flight.
The warmth rejoice
Of the sacred celebration
Carrying the nostalgic memories and
Reaching out to the sun
Of a new light
In the open charm and
Ecstasy quaintness sky.
On the cosmic path
We continue to walk
With the evolutionary smile.

Aspiring Green

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Pearls of Word

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creation is mystical
vast value of life
compressed in a seed

World Haiku Review, Vol. 7,Issue 2, August, 2009 (Ed. Susumu Takiguchi)

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red hot sun
mud cracks
in thirsty ground

Poetry Pages, 19th Sept. 2009, (Ed. Valarie Vandegriff); Akita Int. Haiku Network, 11th Sept 2010 (Ed. Hidenori Hiruta)

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shore line receives
messages from the sea--
wavy language

Poetry Pages, 19th Sept 2009 (Ed. Valarie Vandegriff); AIHN, 11th Nov2010 (Ed. Hidenori Hiruta)

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smiling
an expression distinct
from the rest

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proudly declares
a lonely leaf on top of the tree
it’s still alive

Poetbay, 27th Nov 2009 (Eds. Anna and Isabelle); AIHN, 9th January, 2010 (Ed. Hidenori Hiruta)

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Dog is misspelled
the child discovered
the Great

LYNX-Aha Poetry, XXV:1 February, 2010 (Ed. Jane Reichhold)

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sweet smiles
the doll show point
silently parks

Dreamer’s Reality, 2nd Feb, 2010 (Ed. Becky Ditch-Hammack)

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petals smile
honey reaches hives
bees muse

The Poetry Pages, 3rd Feb 2010 (Ed. Valarie Vandegriff)
Lit. Org 25th June 2010;The Writer’s Literary Muse, Vol.1, Issue 1, June 2010
(Ed. Michael D. Brown)

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life takes an absence
amidst roaring cries--
a different silence

The Critical Poet, 21st May 2010

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calendar pages—
between the dates
time escapes

The Critical Poet, 28th May 2010; Lit. Org, 31st May 2010

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desert land
measuring sand dune height
a lone lizard

The Notes From the Gean, Vol.2, Issue 1,June 2010
(Ed. Lorin Ford)

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flow of water
in a vertical jump--
music of fall

The Critical Poet and Lit.Org, 12th June 2010

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murmuring river
in full moon night
stars take bath

The Critical Poet and Lit.Org, 12th June 2010

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silence murmurs
grasshopper’s lazy walk
revealing green

AIHN, 28th Aug 2010 (Ed. Hidenori Hiruta)

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rainy day
mud escapes
between toes

Ambrosia, Journal of Fine Haiku, Issue 5, Summer 2010
(Ed. Denis M. Garrison)

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fruit seller
returns with light weight
in late evening

Sketchbook, July-August, 2010 (Eds. Karina Klesko and John Daleiden)

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merry time
children in the open ground
collecting rain

Kokako – 13, September, 2010 (Eds. Patricia Prime and Joanna Preston)

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crow sails
on the rhino’s back
a new journey

***

frogs--
colour jumps
across the pond

***

drenched hair
musing her impression
first rain

The Four Seasons of Haiku, Spring, 2010 (Ed. Beatrice Van de Vis)

winter clouds
warmth of coffee cup
all squeeze closely

***

early dawn hour
a gap in the milky way
first tooth fall

Poetbay,13th March 2010; (Eds. Anna and Isabelle); The Four Seasons of Haiku, Winter, 2010 (Ed. Beatrice Van des Vis)

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pearls of water
cradle over the leaves
rain comes to halt

Poetbay, 13th March 2010 (Eds. Anna and Isabelle)

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high in sky
the silvery white flowers--
swinging clouds

***

bird-watch
time rewinds memories
in waiting hall

Poetbay, 13th March 2010 (Eds. Anna and Isabelle); Lit.Org 14th March 2010

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cherry blossoms--
new couple whisper
romance in air

Lit.Org, 17th May 2010; The Critical Poet, 18th May 2010

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along the shore
a different wave of reflection--
moonlit night

The Critical Poet, 26th May 2010

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shivering cold
road side tea stall
spreading warmth

AIHN, 11th Sept 2010 (Ed. Hidenori Hiruta)

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sudden wind
falling leaves meet
in one corner

***

Berry Blue Haiku, Issue 2, Sept, 2010 (Eds. Gisele LeBlanc and Michele Pizarro Harman)

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half-moon—
the child wonders
the rest

Mainichi Daily News, 3rd Nov 2010 (Ed. Isamu Hashimoto)

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sunlight—
rain sprinkles
colours in sky

AIHN, 11th November, 2010 (Ed. Hidenori Hiruta)

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monsoon time
along the foot path
umbrella-walk

Berry Blue Haiku, Issue 3, Dec, 2010 (Eds. Gisele LeBlanc and Michele Pizarro Harman)

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dogs—
with master’s pace
morning walk

Haiku Reality / Haiku Stvarnost, Dec, 2010 (Ed. Sasa Vazic; English Ed, an’ya)

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desert land
shadows of eagle wings
turn snake yellow

***

the tree—
spreads its branches
without noise

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with me
the silent sky and
lonely moon

***

house shifting--
unfolding pages of
old memories

***

drizzling day--
moon in the sky with
cloudy face

Simply Haiku, Winter 2011, Vol 8, No. 3 (Eds. Robert D. Wilson and Sasa Vazic)

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plucking flowers—
the garden shifts
to my basket

***

roof top
the moon drains
to my eyes

***

early morning
birds fly with
fogs

World Haiku Review, January, 2011 (Ed. Susumu Takiguchi)

***

full moon—
unable to distinguish
her shadow from mine

The Notes From the Gean, Vol.2, Issue 4, 2011 (Ed. Lorin Ford)

***

fragrance
fills the gap
between the flowers

The Heron’s Nest, Vol. XIII, No.1, March 2011 (Eds.John Stevenson, Alice Frampton, Ferris Gilli, Paul Mac Neil and Scott Mason

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mourning
in lonely desert wind—
a widow tree

***

flowing hairs--
a monsoon breeze veils
the moon

***

twilight--
between the hills
the crimson sky

***

river bank—
empty pots gather
flow of music

***
India map—
the divine boundary
of my motherland

Sketchbook, Vol 6, No.1, Jan-Feb, 2011 (Eds. Karina Klesko and John Daleiden)

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The Travel Poem

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Vehicles stand like islands
In the polluted shallow ponds.
The tottering plastic top
Is the make shifts office
Of the conductor in front.
He keeps under his feet
A broken hand fan
And often frightens
As if it might be stolen.

With roaring voice he hunts
To collect passengers like cattle
No shelter to hide the sun and rain
A semi open broken space
Where the vehicles take a stand.

Loudly the conductor voices
In telegraphic style
To screen the rush.
The bus starts as an old camel steps
On every one’s face
The journey of innocence glitters.

Semi clad ingenuous passengers
Squeeze their fragile hands.
To place their feet
Keep their head down
Often lifting their legs.
After day long toil
Life rolls on as wind whirls around
It is a returning journey
To their homes every evening.

Mumbai: My India **

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Divided in the darkness of faith
Mother runs ahead of emotional time
Her dearest she lost
Thunder of cry rains
And storm of grief blankets
Every one’s mind

God created us with purpose
At a distance in isolation
He might be repenting
To humans animals are far better

The blacken paints, anguish faces
Express the voice in silence
The Moon and the Mars awaiting next
Lament the conflicting human race

Rhetoric words from
The lexicon of revulsion
Busy sinking in distinguishing
Red blood from the red.

Still in the thickness of tragedy
Pigeons carry the message of love
Near the eclipsed palace we wait
For the new Sun to rise.
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** Ref No: WGI-Pongal-Comp-001/01-01-2010

To,
Pravat Kumar Padhy,

Sir,
Sub: Selection of Writers Guild of India prizes to stories submitted during Sankranthi
Prose / Poetry Competitions – Reg.

I am extremely happy to inform you that the WGI – Selection Committee, constituted by WGI has adjudged your story / poetry entitled Mumbai: My India, Aspiring Green as a 4th and 5th Best Story / Best Poetry prize award. This prize award carries a WGI Memento (Shield), and a commendation certificate. You will be honored in the WGI Story volume “Mayukha” or WGI Poetry volume “Yennela” releasing function to be held at Hyderabad, shortly.

Prizes have to be received personally by the prize winners. Invitations for the releasing function will be sent you in advance.

You are requested to send you’re a latest passport size photograph and also inform your phone number, e mail address and change in your address, if any, for communications.

Before I conclude this letter, I convey my advance congratulations for winning the Writers Guild of India prize.

The receipt of this letter may please be acknowledged.

Regards,
Yours truly,

Venkateshwarlu Bulemoni,
President, WGI AP Chapter,
Writers Guild of India

Poetically Yours

2009-12-30T08:10:00.000-08:00

Penning poetry is a way of life and it embodies human awareness. At an early age in schooling I reminisce searching the pearl of words like artist painting with his brush and shading rainbow of colours. I sent some of my poems, initially written in my mother tongue, to the editor. To my surprise I saw these poems appeared on the wall magazine of the hostel. I carefully sheltered my belief and conformed with hesitation whether was the same handwritten poem I composed, when I was a student of intermediate science, sitting on my old wooden chair. The words were tied with the amalgamated thread of natural beauty and social fabrics. It gave me immense pleasure. I once again glanced over it while returning from the dining room. “It is nice you have some inclination towards literature”, my friends and seniors complimented.
I remember my first poem appeared in print in the “SCOLOMANICA”. The titled “Poems” read as
“We are born to live
We live to love
We love to win
And we win not to come again…..
Love is the legend of life
It has no shape, size of its own
It is as pure as milk
and is as soft as the Himalayan snow….”.
To date I still preserve the little magazine with large care. Indeed it has been a great pleasure rendering birth to a creation in the form art, poetry or dance. Often I wonder all these artistic manifestations reflect one’s inner recess in a scientific style. When I share my writing with my friends and read out with aesthetic voice, I feel a great solace. Like a bird I carefully pick the words, rearrange them to a meaningful silhouette. Quite often I feel delivering some thing to the society through the treasure of words means some value.
Poetically we can interpret science and conventionally it fathoms a lot of reasoning. The realignment of voice tracks a path of transmission and it scintillates differently to become more understandable. Perhaps it migrates some messages through the language interweaved with new phrases with hopes lingering to aspire. To place it more candidly here is one of my poems, “How Beautiful…” published long ago, in the Indian Express:

If birds could talk
trees could walk with us
flowers could express their
cause of smile
spring could speak its desire
and meaning of songs to the rocks
waves could stop for a while
so that we could have some words with them
silence could spell out its
aim of being a saint
past could return and
open its petals afresh
graveyard could woke up
after the sun rise
and chat with us.
It emanates a scientific and social eagerness. The modern science, with all possibility, is deemed to revolutionize into platform of reality. When we see a flower or any natural thing, we sublimate poetically the beauty embedded in it. We celebrate it as art. The science unveils these in the form of chemistry of colour and physics of light. The journey of literature rendezvous with social culture and creative scientific milieu. I got an opportunity to deliver a point on this in a wide gathering of a school. At the end of my speech I solemnly pledge all these strike to my mind likea stream of poem.
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Poetry: The Muse of Manuscripts

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I sincerely value art and literature in human life. Poetry is the essence of human urge and awareness. The mystic of art and literature delightfully reveals the kaleidoscope of science through colorful flair of human aspiration. It amalgamates the spiritual romanticism and intellectual cadence of human beings in the perennial journey along the corridor of nature’s panorama of blissful beauty.

Poetry is a stream murmuring our emotional songs all through its journey. Life is a boat sailing on the ripples of art and literature. Science is the composite reflection, Poetry is its genetic soul. Let us put poetry to thrive in time and anti time, in matter and anti matter. Let it speak out the truth of human life.

About Me

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Brief Professional Career:

Professionally a petroleum Geologist, presently holding a senior executive position in Oil And Natural Gas Corporation (ONGC). Received his Masters of Science and doctorate in Applied Geology from the Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad. Widely traveled to various countries namely Malaysia, Singapore, Austria, Hungary and other European countries and presented number of scientific papers in national and international seminars.

Carried out extensive geo-scientific interpretation work on petroliferous basins of India and authored/co-authored number of scientific papers in national and international journals. Pioneered the concept of Oil Shale exploration, scope for “Ancient Oil exploration in India and Gas Hydrate Destabilisation and Biogenic Gas Prospects. Invited for AAPG International Conference and Exhibition in Vienna and UNO sponsored UNITAR conference Beijing for technical paper presentation. Associated with various collaborative projects including one with the Melbourne University, Australia.

Invited as guest speaker by The University Grant Commission, Dept. Science and Technology, Geological Survey of India, The University of Petroleum and Energy Studies, Delta Studies Institute etc for scientific deliberations.

Early Literary Pursuits

Published a number of literary articles and review publications in the leading English news papers, literary journals and is widely anthologized. In early school career endowed with the natural beauty and used to write articles pertaining to scenic landscape of resplendent nature. Also written scholarly articles on Mahatma Gandhi, Subhas Chandra Bose and others in early school days. Published poems and literary articles in Oriya in the leading news papers and literary journals. The critical essay on Nobel Laureate Isaac Singer, Jnanpith Awardees Ageneya and Amrita Pritam, Megasys Awardee Arun Shouri, Ezra Pound and Saint Poet of Orissa Baikuntha Nath and others appeared in Oriya News papers, leading journals and distinguished periodicals.

Publication

Poems appeared in The Indian Express (Baroda), The Times of India (Baroda), Life and Times of Indira Gandhi Issue by Times of India, 1984, RJES (Sikar), Byword (New Delhi), Skylark (Aligarh), Youth Age (Pondichery), University Today (New Delhi), Poet (Chennai), Commonwealth Quarterly (Mysore), Poetry (Aska), Poesie (Berhampur), Canopy (Bareilly), Samabedana (Mangalore), Unilit (Secunderabad),Hesperus Review, Calcutta, The Literary Endeavour (Hyderabad), Kavita India (Muzafarpur), Poetry Time (Berhampur), Poesie (Berhampur), Prativa India (New Delhi), Art and Poetry Today (New Delhi), PoetCrit (Maranda), Rock Pebbles (Cuttack), Samavedana, Mangalore, Literary Horizon (Amravavati), Writer’s Life Line (Canada), Creative Forum (New Delhi) including in various E-Zines namely, Asian American poetry (USA), Muse India (Hyderabad), All Poets (USA), Poetry Street (UK), Poetry Poem (USA), I love Poetry (USA), Poets India, Got Poetry (USA), , Web Poetry Corner, USA, Yo India, Poetbay (USA), kritya (India), Australian Society of Poets, Post Poetry (USA), Write Clique (British Council Sri Lanka), Writers Interactive (USA), World Poetry Press, Dreamers Reality, USA ,Poet Co Za (South Africa) , Poetry Pages (USA), Universal Journal, USA, Poetry First, India, The Enchanting Verses, International Poetry Journal, VIII issue, 2009. First Haiku accepted in prestigious “Aha Poetry” USA,

Anthologies

Anthologised in Intercontinental Poetry Number (1979),RJES Intercontinental Poetry Number (1979), Modern Trends in Indo-Anglian Poetry, Prevalent Aspects of Indian English Poetry (1983), Anti-War Vol-II, Canada (1984), Pan-continental Premier Poets,1986, Pan-Continental Poets Number, 1987, Trapped Word (1987), East-West Voices (1988), Contemporary Indian English Poetry (1988), Best from East & West, 1990, Contemporary Indian English Love Poetry (1990), Pan-Continental Poets Number,1990 The Third Eye: An Anthology of Contemporary Indian English Poetry, 1991, World Poetry Anthology, 1991,92 & 93, Special volume on Interviews with Indian Writing in English (1992), Writer’s Workshop, Kolkotta.

Citation

Honourably mentioned in various English literary distinguished journals, anthology, critical reviews including Indian Literature, Sahitya Akademy Publications, New Delhi, Times of India and Indian Express, Recent Indian Poets,1992. Quest for Identity in Indian English Writing (Poetry), 1992, Anger in Action: Exploration in Indian Writing in English, 1996, Spectrum History of Indian Literature in English, 1997, Alienation in Contemporary Indian English Poetry, 2002, Contemporary Indian Poetry, 2004, Voices of Present- Critical Essay on Indian Poets, 2006 etc.

Invited to the World Congress of Poets, Thailand, 1988, National Meets of Poets, Chennai, 1989.

Included in the International Authors and Writers Who’s Who, Dictionary of International Biography, International Biographical Centre,Cambridge, England. International Who’s Who in Poetry and Poets Encyclopaedia, IBC, World Who’s Who (Europa Biographical Reference, Rutledge, London), Poetry Index Annual, Granger Book Co, International Book in Prints Verlah GmbH and Company , World wide Government Directory, CQ Press etc.

Awards

Special jury appreciation for the poem, “Autobiography” in National Poetry Competition, 1983, Awarded Certificate of Honour by Writer’s Life Line, Canada in 1984Top Poetry Award for “Abstract Poems” (adjudged as the 2nd best entry) by the Asian Americal Poetry e-Journal, March, 2009. Honoured as “Featured Poet” by Poetry Street e-Journal, UK. Poem “Slaughter House” has been included in Top Ten Poems Category, April 09, Poetry Street, UK; The poem “God’s Gift” and others chosen as the Poem of The Hour by Dreamers Reality Journal, USA.

The poem “Aspiring Green” selected as quality submission in The Poetry Street’s National Poetry Day Competition, UK,2009, The Poem “We All One” and Pearls of Words (Haiku Poems) selected as Editors Choice, PoetBay, USA, 2009.

Membership

Member, World Poets Society, USA and United Minds for Peace Society (UMFPS) Reviewed articles including English version of Sahitya Akademi won Punjabi novel “Ba Mulahiza Hoshiar” by Narendra Pal Singh. Participated in the radio talk on Gandhiji and Non-violence, Akashvani, Vadodra.

Poetry Book

Literary publication of verse, Silence of the Seas.