Life is hard. We all are tied to responsibilities we can’t ignore. Reaching the pinnacle of success is what we all yearn for. But in this process we fail to realize what is beautiful. Beauty, as now in the society, is synonymous to being attractive and popular. And all these beauty hardly reflects the spirit of a human being. The liberation of a human heart from all sins and prejudice is the truest definition of beauty.
Water flow in reminisce sorrow,
Spool ticks in waves of noises,
the beauty folds in the sleeping sight
Tonight the sun rose again,
devoid by the winter winds,
when the stars found their light
in thee eyes.
Embers of paradise found thee,
where the sun rose in farthest dreams
No life born without love of thee
for what brings hope, hope to fly,
Blooms in eye of thy octave,
Serene hues brought us to unite
And ignite flames of our soul.
The bellow jasmine streams
a love in tune with the wings,
a feel of miles tide
screams fall down below,
tied to the stars in sight
yes beauty is in freedom!
By Sourav “Teddy” Biswas & Karen Hayward (Guest Writer)
“The pen is mightier than the sword” ~ Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1839
A famous quote, a fleeting moment’s recognition as we momentarily think of the chaos in this world. We ponder the capabilities of ink versus a live bullet and if imaginations allow, we visually explore the carnage of red ink as it spills. Rarely do we pause to consider the mightiness of the pen; the many adventures it takes us on, the stories of love it fills us with, or the hope it gives us as we read the struggles of survival in a battered world. And even rarer still, do we consider the bearer of the pen, the mighty writer. We are capable of rewriting the atrocities of history, creating an entire universe, and simplifying the affairs of the heart, yet, rarely do we have a recognizable face within society.
Our world is not fueled by promises of limelight, sparkles or popularity. We are often the faceless strangers you cross the road to avoid; some of us are misfits, others are the girl next door. Yet, in our faceless wonder, we have the ability to transport our readers to inner peace…or turmoil depending on what you choose. We are the invisible superheroes, our powers transport you to another universe and beyond. The sole belief in our dreams fuel the powers we posses. We can be stripped of the materialistic possessions of society, and catastrophe can stand upon our doorstep, but our minds will never be deprived of the dreams that drive our passion to write.
Search the internet for qualities of creative writers, you will find the term, ‘introvert’, sitting there proudly. But what is an introvert? This simply means that we (writers/ poets, etc…) often have a preference for observing behavior rather than participating. We can appear to be quirky, lonesome creatures. However, in reality we love to explore the relationships occurring within the diverse universe; we are comfortable in the background, where whispers can be heard and body language can be observed. It is often believed that poets wish to live in complete solace in some far out land beneath emerald skies. This is true for many poets; we would give up everything for such solitude. But like all artists, our souls yearn to be among our own. We feed from humanity and re-energize in the spaces between their words.
Poet and writer Teddy, was recently asked what is required of a writer, Teddy’s response was, “It’s nothing beyond that bare skin but everything within.” That’s the truth of our story. The truth that, when you go on a journey in our world, we make sure you leave your world behind. In every book you read; not a stone is unturned or untouched where we make you see it and feel it. We allow you to experience every aspect of the page; from the scent of jasmine on the breeze, to the stale cigarette smoke lingering in the morning dew. It’s the vibe of the experience that goes beyond the realm of reality and science–we make it happen inside of you. Best part! You entrust your imagination with a total stranger who encapsulates you with nothing more than vision infused in words.
How, then, do we socialize? What corner of the world belongs to us? Poetry communities such as those found on G+, Facebook, WordPress, etc… are growing at a tremendous rate. These communities allow poets to share and showcase their work within environments that encourages growth, interaction and positive feedback. Social status, nationality, and gender are left far behind, and writers are judged only on the magical words we place upon the page. Interaction among the members is actively encouraged, and this is where the magic lays. Poetic friendships are being forged within these communities as previously lone poets are discovering a shared love. The experienced teaches the newbie, as renegade poets are teaching the old schools. Suddenly, the communities of poets and writers from across the world are uniting, scribbling, typing and ultimately making the world ride the waves to peace and prosperity.
In the silent ink of our pens, we create a spectacular display; the essence of metamorphosis. From the shadows of solitude, we can whisper upon the page that the ancient voice of nature that vibrates at a frequency so few can hear. Yet, every writer understands it, and in the twilight hours, whilst the world slumbers, we place more onto the page, for you, the reader. We share with the world the scent of rain, the taste of love, the beauty of untrodden paths, and we do this from the silence of our solitude; between cold cups of tea, half eaten sandwiches and tears of despair.
When the food we falls on the floor, reflexively, we think to pick it up. Only after picking it up do we introspect the consequences of our action: That wasn’t really on the floor that long, was it? How bad it can be after all? If the process of retrieval is fast, we assume the food is good. Most folks are comfortable eating food after it’s been on the floor. Thanks to the famous “5 Second Rule”, weare confident munching on food off the floor as long as it gets retrieved within 5 seconds. This rule is now socially accepted everywhere, but recent studies conclude some shocking results.
In 2007, researchers from Clemson University decided to see how well Salmonella Typhimurium (one of the two major types of salmonella that causes food poisoning), could adhere to bologna and bread after it came in contact with carpet, wood, and tile floors. The results showed that bacteria transferred immediately, and the longer the food stayed on the floor, the more bacteria it picked up. This both proves and disproves the idea of the rule: It shows that even a near-immediate grab doesn’t make the food safe, but it is true that the longer it lays there, the worse things get. Subsequent studies were made in following years by various Universities and all tests conclude the same result.
The real question here is; will eating that food off the floor make us sick or not? We all know bacteria is everywhere; even on the food we eat. Once again, these studies only proves and disproves the rule and not answer questions related to our health. The answer to this particular question depends on some variables.
The first variable is, what kind of floor we are talking about. Some floors retain more bacteria than others. Outside our homes, it’s pretty obvious we’re exposed to countless forms of bacteria capable of causing immediate illness. Some studies suggests that objects like cell-phones and cash, carry more germs than a floor, which is transferred via our hands. This concludes the second parameter. Even before hitting the floor, our food might get contaminated due to our poor personal hygiene.
It’s impossible to fully rely on these studies because their experiments were conducted in a controlled environment. None of these proves for certain that the particular floor we’ve dropped our food on is germ free or not. In reality, bacteria can get transferred immediately to the food but, eating it after quick rescue doesn’t actually make us sick most of the time. So we keep doing it.