English literature

Chord Music is heard Breaks the barrier of time The memories are stacked You always guide… In this backyard the Women’s dance gives his own performance with the collusion of rare musical instruments Dr. Sofia Skleida Writer, Athens, Greece 0

I Love You I love you, Daddy, because the roses of your fate’s meadow are prickling my feet. My lines are red rivers down the thorns flooding the roots of my love… Eduard Harents Yerevan, Armenia (Translated from Armenian by Harout Vartanian) 0

Dedicate to a special dad. Next to dad, that generated a life, son acquires his surname, called to duties to raise people who will be the future of humanity. There is a special man who guides the steps, assumes he is her guardian angel, the attentions exceed the father he represents. Mixed affection to their…

TO MY DADDY Dear Dad , I would have liked so much to call you, to hear your voice your echo, your feeling close to me pick up all vibrations that your voice gave me. A supernatural power; that same power to shape the universe that surrounded me, in harmony with the vibrations of my…

My Dad Dear Dad, I thank you! To me it was told, of times before I could remember, How on Sundays Dad used to feed me. Once I blew a mouthful of spinach on him And his white, starched ironed Sunday cotton shirt, Turned out looking spotted, with dark green spots. Spinach I didn’t like,…

A Letter to Father Dearest Papa, It’s been ages, that we had a heart to heart conversation. But, today, not just because it Father’s Day, but because you are special to me, I sat down to pour out my emotions through a letter. I clearly remember, how you use to love me and fulfill all…

IN THE NAME OF SPARROW Yes, they were integral part of domestic life in a family of Orientation ,ever since one gained consciousness. In the course of primary socialisation during the formative years,it was a common sight to see these cute,harmless,flying creatures,chirping, jumping and producing soothing sound in the courtyard. Of course,Crows too would come…

AN AWAKENING Spring painted in water colours now, An awakening that gardens miss Spring blooms, Green parks,serene woods,open spaces, Forest,nursery,horticulture sites in gloom. Playgrounds,a meeting place for young and old, Vanished to caprice of hoteliers,commercial builders, For skyscrapers,shopping malls,night clubs sold, Graveyard of Nature now on concrete shoulders. Population,corruption,materialism flourish in gaiety, The vultures of…

“HELPLESS PIEGEON ON THE VERGE OF….” Getting a cue from the response/ success of the first issue of “G” released on the eve of World Environment Week, I am working on the write up/ feature on Sparrows for the next part of Special “Pull Out” of Grihaswamini to coincide with the ongoing World Environment Week.It…

Τurbulence Deafening sounds surround us Strong winds, painful… Anger overcomes our flesh Eternal the cycle of life We are immersed in absolute darkness We can not catch up The endless journey And the last hymn accompanies us Salvation in a Godless homeland is unbearable… Dr. Sofia Skleida Writer Athens, Greece 0