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“Survival”

Survival

I imagine a garden, a gated community, surviving on its own . . . never opening its padlock to those who under their clothes tag along determined drones, ready to elicit an army of loners with clapping hands of “rahs” and “hurrahs”, reproducing at wharp speed to outsource peace . . . in their dire hope for love to be forgotten soon.

*I am aware that “Survival” is about one run-on sentence. Please, do not call the grammar police on me, as this structure was and is intended.

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*From my book of prose poetry, Letter-Poems from a Beloved (published on May 5, 2020 by Inner Child Press International)

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A New Poem

disillusioned . . .

you must have faced a savage opposition
fanaticism ran deep also in your beloved country
your 1990 Nobel Prize for peace speaks for itself
you have overcome obstacles during your presidency

i often wonder these days
if your birth into the life of regular people
– not with a silver spoon in your mouth,
as we say here in the good ol’ US of A,
was what molded into the essence of you
your non-exclusive dedication to humanity,
to your people’s well-being and sanity

the entire world is now under the threat of a deadly virus
some countries’ leaders have taken – ever so swiftly –
effective measures to control its wide-reaching spread
among their populace – affectionately, all-inclusively –
everyone in every nation today needs such leadership direly
yet several self-serving holders of a seat of high command
go about their own business while they continue to demand
that we bow down, keep silent, and accept what is at risk,
not persist with our questioning
and not insist on our rights
which we are too close to losing
with a hastened move of the leading hand’s swing

oh, how welcomed it would be to have a peace icon like you
if only we could rise above these dark times – all intact –
as if reaching to touch a sky of hues in azure blue

disillusioned?
oh, yes, i am,
about the good i believed that was all-embracing-ly true

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, August 15, 2020

This poem is one of my three submissions that will appear in the September 2020 issue of The Year of the Poet, published by Inner Child International. The year 2020 has been designated to Nobel Peace Prize recipients. September’s focus was Michail Sergeyevich Gorbachev.

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Guest Post, 2

I have met also this Sunday’s guest online. However, Orbindu Ganga and I have been communicating quite intensely on a variety of subjects since the onset of our friendship on social media. My visits to his posts have shown me that he is a graceful, gracious, caring and giving individual whom I see as a modern-day thinker. When it comes to the betterment of humanity at large, Orbindu is passionately present on electronic platforms with his landmark “BeHumane” [sic] motto.  His personal mantra is about ‘making someone smile’. To that I would like to state a fact: He makes my heart smile.

I could go on and on about this extraordinary soul who happens to be a young poetic talent as well as an accomplished painter, but I will restrain myself from doing so; for, his creative writings and art speak for themselves. As for his spirit, a true gift, you can only know it up close, if he lets you in.

 

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“Mastered, slave within”
A Poem by Orbindu Ganga

Thoughts have flown never
To decipher, the genesis of being,
Intruding many times with a smile
To be caught, escaping from the clutches,
Sauntering to peek through
The windows, they ricocheted,
With no one to open
The doors, she knocked,
As the doors opened to
See the guest, she escaped,
She continued knocking
The door, not to be seen,
When she was caught
Trying to escape, she bought
Many memories of yestreen,
Such was the gush
Of the zephyr, it left an imprint.

Drenched many times
To hold the might, to stay focused,
Relentlessly to drive the mind
To achieve, the goal of life,
Many times compromised
The tide, to leave it aside,
Smiling for a reason never
Known before, striving for success,
Carried baggage full of hope
With no love, reaching the goal,
Having achieved never made
An iota of a smile, thoughts lingered,
Success never gave a smile
Within, leaving the bliss behind,
Designed to win the battle
Of success, lost the journey of life.

Creating thoughts to amplify
The being, thoughts stayed,
Never did we realize the dreams
Of feelings, giving us the smile,
Got delved into the realms of
Achieving, we lost our heart,
The thoughts to make life
Within self, blown with the wind,
Creating the essence of our
Thoughts never created the zest,
Words were penned to craft
The feelings, to have lost the meaning,
Mastering our plans were
Imbibed, only to fail to live a life,
Experiencing the feeling have
Dried, only to be fallen deep.

 

Selected Quotes by Orbindu Ganga

 

 

“My Observation on Beauty”
By Orbindu Ganga

Beauty is a manifestation of what we see. The thought of seeing something beautiful depends on how one sees it. The realization of a beautiful being is the realization of self. When we are able to realize that the existence of self and we identify the self, the precursor of the journey begins. The thought to unlearn and to start from the unknown shall be the inception of the journey. The thoughtlessness shall veil into nothingness to make the flow in search of the truth. The receiver and the giver become the same when the realms of understanding of the truth become lucid. Beauty in its form is a manifestation with an expression. When the truth is known from an unknown, beauty doesn’t become an expression but a being within. As the form evolves to a formless form, the beauty becomes a formless entity with the form and formless layered within one another to become itself. It is a vicious circle of inception and denouement becoming the being itself. The form loses the value of its manifestation where the existence becomes irreverent since the entity of beauty has become a being of formlessness from a form and formless.

 

A Selection of Orbindu Ganga’s Paintings

(Please move your cursor to each picture in the collage immediately below to see the titles. Some are displayed again, but untitled, in the circle frames underneath the collage for your repeated viewing pleasure.)

 

Biography, as Written by My Guest

Orbindu Ganga is an Indian post-graduate in science and the first recipient of Dr. Mitra Augustine gold medal for academic excellence. He worked in financial, banking and publishing domains. He proved his finesse as a Soft Skills Trainer and Content Account Manager (Client Relationship Manager).

Content writing intrigued him to love the world of English literature. Loving the words and understanding the origin made him agog for semantics, etymology, and neology. He touches the nuances to get imbibed in understanding human behaviour in psychology and counseling. To understand the dynamics and the deeper conscience of mind is his view of knowing neuroscience and philosophy. The past has always been a subject of discussion which he adsorbs from history and archaeological studies. Nature and its diverse species have fascinated him in the study of entomology, ecology, oceanography, and ichthyology. Walls do speak and so do is the structure which captivated him to get imbued in architecture and interior designing. Knowing the world around and creating a thought to get answers whirled in the thoughts to the world of quizzing. Understanding the people and the places created more inquisitiveness towards traveling. The heavenly bodies and its movement primed his love for astronomy. The waves of silence have always whispered him to music. In pursuit of the truth of the unknown influenced him deep in spirituality. He loves to be a counselor and a life coach.

He is known by his pen name in the poetic world as Orlando Blake. Orbindu Ganga is a multilingual poet, author, critic, content writer, painter, humanitarian and spiritual healer.

Poetry has been his first love. His poetry “Lighting a candle of hope” has been published in the yearly “World Healing World Peace 2020” anthology published by the publishing house Inner Child Press International Publication from the United States of America. His poetry featured among the 42 poets around the world in the yearly anthology WHISPERS OF SOFTLAY: Yearly Anthology of poetry.

He has been the featured poet twice in November 2019 and July 2020 edition of “The Year of Poet VI and VII” for the poems – “Alone in the garden”, “Scary eyes”, “Dilapidated edifice”, “Hiding her tears”, “Waiting” and “Flowing” published by Inner Child Press International Publication (United States of America).

His poems have been published in international publications like The Writers Club (United Kingdom) – “Tsunami”, SIPAY Literary Journal (Seychelles) – “Revered the silence”, “Humanity in nature’s cry: Kerala Flood” and “Unflowered.” Teesta Review : A Journal of poetry (India) – “Touching edifices” and “Mendicant”, Sahitya Anand (India) – “Time to awake”, “Shards of glass”, “Perpetuity in backwaters” and “It rained like never before”, Spillwords Press (United Kingdom) “My smiling assassin”, “Premonition”, “Metamorphosed”, “Ricocheting the self”, “Phrontistery”, “Aurora splashes”, “Searching him”, “Her creation”, “Flowing ink” and “The waiting days”, SETU (United States of America), OPA – “Living with her memories” , Atunis (Albania) – “A way to snowfondland”, “Silence after the commotion and “My snobbish little bridge”, Winamop (United Kingdom) – “Ashes”, “Touch me not”, “My snout-fair snow”, “Walking in the snow” and “Being forlorn in autumn”, “Serendipity”, “Starry Night”, “Tears”, “Culacino”, “Junction” and “Blank”, Science Shore (India) – “Realization”, Borderless Journal (India) – “Praying Mantis” & Poetry of Spring’s Embrace (United States of America) – “Sun Sliced the Ice”, “If you had …”, “She was my mother”, “Haunted exile”, “Confetti of mizzle”, “Where do I seek justice ?”, “Flowing like a river”, “Inane species”, “To think different”, “In tune with nature”, “Sauntering heart for her”, “Let her go”, “Broken Wings”, “My colours”, “Still inspiring us”, “God’s own country”, “Being”, “Shadow”, “Troubled water”, “Inundated flow”, “The nameless”, “Remorse”, “Let them heal alone”, “The shift”, “Tittle”, “Voice of a revolution”, “Chiaroscuro”, “Dusted in dust”, “Astral”, “To connect”, “Nihility”, “Substance of a thought”, “Seeing the life through”, “Thoughtfulness”, “The Unsung”, “Like never before”, “At last, not again – The rain”, “Weeping in my heart”, “The choice of knowing”, “Listening to her”, “Adam-Eved”, “Never the same”, “An ink forever” ,”A drive at night”, “Living with her, delighted forever”, “Au Revoir”, “She is my smile”, “Karmic flow”, “A helping hand”, “Copious in silence”, “A taste of being amarantine”, “Harakiri”, “Lost with the mind”, “Pulchritudinous drained”, “Moments of beauty”, “Existence of Tagore”, “Mastered, Slave within”, and”Enprint of nature – Truth of life.”

The November edition of the prestigious Poiesisonline Multiversity International Monthly magazine THE MAG has published his multilingual poetry from English (My Silence …) to Hindi –  मेरी खामोशियां (Meri Khamoshiyaan) and Tamil – என் மௌனம் (En maunam). His poetry “A clarion call for synergy” has been published in the special edition of journal Cultural Reverence.

His poems have been published in anthologies like VASUDHA 2 – “Selfless”, RAINDROPS OF LOVE, HEARTISTRY – “She” and “Love being floored”, POEMS FROM 30 BEST POETS – “Knowing me”, “Journey to heart” and “Hide & Seek”, MOONLIGHT – “Moonglade”, “Pleine Lune” and “Moonwake”, MEDLEY OF MELODIES – “Cleanse me”, CORONA – SOCIAL DISTANCING – “The known assassin – Corona”, “ROOBROO – II – ” Watered” and THE HEART OF A POET – “Being humane.” “His poems have been published in Techtouchtalk, an English Weekly – “The landfall” and “Ant – The Ant.”

His poetry featured in an international anthology “WORLD FOR PEACE” by World Institute for Peace (WIP). He has published his oeuvre “Where is my daughter ?” on dementia in the book TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS WITH DEMENTIA. His poetry “My words” featured in the YouTube channel POETRY FOR PEACE on World Poetry Day March 21, 2019. His three poems – “Playing around”, “Eternal love” and “Princess” are published in the anthology “HARMONIOUS SYMPHONIES” by Soulitaire. His two poems “Smiling with a gelasin” and “Like never before’ are published in the anthology ” BEYOND WORDS”.

His short story “Dharma’s Battle” has been published in the book “The land of unfree laborers.” He has two research papers published in the journal – Thar Multidiscipline Journal (A spiritual insight: A study on Rudyard Kipling’s poem “IF”) and a book – The Poetry of Vihang A. Naik (New Literary Dimensions) – Quest for peace and Hope: A study of Vihang A. Naik’s Poetry Manifesto (New & Selected Poems). He has reviewed a book – Reneging Quiescence by Dr Samiha Zubair.

His articles “Thoughts have a heart” and “God’s own country – A model to emulate during medical emergency”, “A journey away from crescendo”, “Mother: A God on earth” and “The inception of a new dimension” have been published in the digital platform in yoursnews.in. “Education system need reform” and “The suicidal SELF” has been published in Sindh Courier. His article “The art of learning” is published in SCIENCE SHORE. His poetry and prose have been published in the book “Complexion Based Discriminations.” His science article “Understanding bipolar disorder with pineal gland” has been published in the book  “NO ONE FIGHTS ALONE – Volume 2.” His painting “Adsorbing the energy” and the article “A journey to explore” have been published in a spiritual journal – Awakening (India). His photography “THEYYAM” has been published in Winamop. He features in World Anthology by World Nation Writers’ Union (Kazakistan) (Temirqazyq – Best Poet/Writer 2017) – “Reams of dreams” and “Pantin.

Orbindu Ganga’s Links:

Author’s Interview
Blog
Amazon
Amazon Author Page
Facebook
BeHumane Group
Words Group
Instagram

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“Internationalism”

Internationalism

What a concept for our times!

After all, not perilous are all -isms.

Internationalism . . .
a passionate dedication to world peace . . .
hence, the key to the betterment of humanity.

I dream of the day
when, across the board,
our curricula dons finally
a sweeping devotion to humanism,
an unconditional inclusion-ism.

A dream, not impossible to make true . . .

If only
each of us
were to aspire
to inhale and exhale
as the likes of Henry La Fontaine!

© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.10.2020

*One of my three poems that appeared in the February 2020 issue of The Year of the Poet, a monthly international anthology, published by Inner Child Press International.

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“At the Shore”

the mist of the Mediterranean Sea on my face
surrounds me with my loved ones’ embrace
a childhood spent carefree
early youth and young adulthood?
what a bliss!
all my life stages there
are brightly lit in my memory
with nothing left for me to desire
for fulfilled am i to an ultimate degree

on this day, i keep looking back
at each of those moments, i am taken aback
for the beauties i breathe in vividly prevail
and eagerly, i forge ahead to inhale

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 2.10.2020

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African Turks

African Turks

The Eunuchs of the Ottoman Empire . . .
I knew about their existence,
yet not much else as far as their lives.
I had my early schooling in Turkey,
yet very little had been taught to us.

Decades later, I learned a name:
Mustafa Olpak, a writer and activist.
“Dana Bayramı” was one tradition
African Turks held on to
in order to remember their history.

They were not at all small in number.
Not that such statistics would matter!
Some were held as slaves,
others endured the fire and ascended
into rank inside a powerful empire.

Their descendants are alive.

Power structures come and go.
That is the call.
One day, they all fall.
What then happens to their oppressed?
Cultural accounts will and do talk.

As a Turkish woman, I am in despair.
For this shame, there is no repair.
Going through all kinds of emotions,
I am desperate to spread the word,
for whatever it is worth.

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 2.1.2020

Related Readings:
~ Mustafa Olpak
~ “Dana Bayramı”: “Afro-Turks living in İzmir celebrated the traditional spring festival Dana Bayramı (“Calf Festival”) until the 1960s. Dana Bayramı has currently been revived among the younger generation of Afro-Turks (Wikipedia).”

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“A Dreamer”

each morning,
i open my heart’s window to hope
that, one day, destroyers of life
will cease to be

the two-legged animal species, that is
the other kind does it for survival, after all

abusers
murderers
warmongers
hate-feeders
fear- and doubt-crafters

you know them as well as i do

the lost souls . . .

every one of them has to go

it is not killing i am talking about
no! it is in our power to take away theirs
silence is complicity
why are we still sitting quietly?
is it not worth for humanity
to not turn a blind eye to their atrocities?

think of it seriously,
as John Lennon once did famously:

“Imagine there’s no countries.
It isn’t hard to do.
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too.

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace.

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one.
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will be as one.

Imagine no possessions.
I wonder if you can.
No need for greed or hunger.
A brotherhood of man.”

yes! i dream to my heart’s content
yes! i imagine the same at the core of my soul
it really is not hard to do
wouldn’t you like to be a dreamer too?

what have you got to lose?

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 1.5.2020

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“before you were born”

before you were born

i am not known for mincing my words
you have seen my brutal honesty many a time
whenever it was about the facts of my life
even with confessions difficult to bear
i made sure i spoke each of them to you
in all the details i needed you to hear

so, you already know . . .
as the odd one out
among my marriage-craving friends
of my carefree youth
i had never desired to be a wife
i expected more from life

you also knew,
i had never yearned to be a mother
not because i had no love for children
quite the contrary has been true!
i simply used to think
motherhood was not meant for me

but then, you happened, BirTanem!

(i lived and continue in highest gratitude to live
that incomparable, breathtaking love of and for you
thanks to you, i am living it also
in and with my two little big loves,
Toruncanlarım)

oh yes, i do!

four years into my marriage
you, BirTanem, a rarest gem
poured meaning to my being
the Sun woke up and began to shine
water started to run and tasted divine
overjoyed, the air rained on me in a trance
awakened was anew my womanly shrine

to this date
i am great-filled for the fate
that brought me your father
i will be thankful to my destiny
beyond eternity

for
you,
my Sun,
my water,
my breath,
are one of a kind!

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.24.2019

From: Canlarım, My Lifeblood – My newest book of poetry in Turkish and English (a private edition, December 2019)

 

 

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“Aren’t You Afraid to . . .”

aren’t you afraid to go to those places?

must i fear life?
no, you say?

why, then, should i deprive myself
from experiencing a loving embrace
in countries that enchant countless others
with their people utterly beautiful, inside and out
who despite my lack of their tongue
enwrap me
accept me
show their desire
to understand me
unconditionally

was i afraid to journey there?
of course not! no!
whatever for?
love, after all, is
and will forever be
here for us and with us all!

(c) hülya n. yılmaz
From my latest book, this and that

Background: Before embarking on a 2-month-long trip abroad, I was asked the question that serves as the title of my poem here. My travels were known to include various countries in the Middle East. Stigmas accompanied some dear people who seemed concerned about my safety / well-being in those places.

To order, please go to my Inner Child Press-link at hülya n. yılmaz or the Amazon-link at hülya n. yılmaz

 

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“a plea to us all”

a plea to us all

oh, my beloved humanity
take down all the walls of collective shame
we need love’s glow alone at our being’s core
deep within our souls’ all-embracing precious frame
right at this very moment, and henceforth, through eternity

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, December 28, 2018

*I had submitted this poem as one of the five to be featured at the 2019 UNESCO Poetry event in British Columbia.

 

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