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DISCOURSE Editor:AAMIR ABDULLAH GLOBAL LITERARY MAGAZINE JUNE 2023 visual Arts MUMTAZ HUSAIN'S DIVINE BRUSH Poetry review BOOK REVIEWS POEM OF In love with HOUDA BOUKASSOULA Breeze & POETRY THAT A Lantern in RESONATES the Forest WITH LIFE

__D_is_c_o_u_rs_e________Is_s_ue_#_1_________J_un_e_2_02_3__ Monthly Contents Discourse Editorial: Aamir Abdullah Global Poetry Magazine Issue ___ June Featured Book #1 2023 Editor: Poets Reviews Aamir Abdullah Aamir Abdullah (Pakistan) Book:Inside with Editorial board Aasma Tahir (Pakista) Breeze Ali Radin Dr. (Bangladesh) Author:Aamir Mumtaz Husain Anwar Raheem (Pakistan) Abdullah Dr.Ratan Ghosh Aklima Ankhi (Bangladesh) Reviewer:Dilip Haleema Abdul azeez Ariti Jankie (USA) Mewada Asia Majeed (Pakistan) Aasma Tahir Dilip Mewada (India) Book:A Lantern in the Farahen Chsndio (Pakistan) Forest Fatima Usman (Pakistan) Author:Aasma Tahir Haleema Abdulazeez (Nigeria) Reviewer:Aamir Isilda Nunes (Portugal) Abdullah Khalid Niazi (Pakistan) VISUAL ARTS All the visual Matloob Bukhari (Pakistan) Mumtaz Husain's art belongs to Mumtaz Husain (USA) the divine brush Naheed Akhter (India) Divine Brush of the Great mumtaz husain. Najia Ahmed (Canada) Publisher Nasreen Hamza Ali (India) Aamir S: hahzad Nawarush Shatir (Syria) Price : $5 Ratan Ghosh Dr (India) Contact:Aamir Abdullah Sabit Ince (Turkey) Call:+92 332 6254115 E-MAIL: Sajid Husain (Pakistan) [email protected] Shaswata Gangupathyay(India) Savas Sarikaya (Turkey) Shahid Abbas (Pakistan) Shama Afroze (Bangladesh) Zlatan Demirovic (USA Poetry review Houda Boukassoula

___D_is_c_o_u_rs_e________Is_s_ue__#1_________J_u_ne_2_0_23___ Editorial Celebrating the Harmonious Cadence of Humanity's Verse : IN an age when words have the power to traverse borders and cultures, it is with great pleasure that we welcome you to the latest edition of Discourse, the global poetry magazine that unites the world through the enchantment of verse. As the pages of this publication turn, we embark on a journey across continents, indulging in the rich tapestry of poetic expressions that resonate within the depths of our souls. Within these hallowed pages, we celebrate the poets who tirelessly craft words into melodies, each poet an alchemist transforming raw emotions into symphonies of language. From the bustling streets of Mumbai to the serene plains of Lahore, their verses speak of universal experiences and intimate whispers, transcending time and place. They remind us that, beneath our diverse exteriors, we are all bound by the common threads of love, loss, longing, and hope. This edition shines a spotlight on the remarkable Aamir Abdullah, whose book \"In Love with Breeze\" has captivated readers worldwide. Through his lyrical verses, Abdullah invites us into a realm where the tender whispers of nature intertwine with the depths of the human heart. Dilip Mewada, in his insightful review, illuminates the profound beauty embedded within Abdullah's words, reminding us of the transformative power of poetry. We also delve into the enchanting world of Aasma Tahir, as she guides us through the mystical pathways of her book, \"A Lantern in the Forest.\" Tahir's poetic tapestry is a testament to the delicate dance between darkness and light, as her words illuminate the shadows that dwell within us all. Her book has resonated deeply with readers, offering solace and introspection. We extend our heartfelt gratitude to reviewer Dilip Mewada for his eloquent analysis, painting a vivid picture of Tahir's literary prowess. To all the poets featured in this edition, we extend our sincerest appreciation for sharing your poetic visions and allowing us to glimpse into the kaleidoscope of your minds. Each verse paints an indelible stroke on the canvas of humanity, reminding us of our shared vulnerabilities and boundless potential. Your words, like whispers on the wind, connect us in ways that transcend geographical boundaries. As we gaze toward the future, Discourse endeavors to continue nurturing and celebrating the diverse voices that weave the fabric of global poetry. We aim to amplify the enchanting tales of poets from all corners of the world, cultivating a community that transcends language barriers and unites souls in an intimate dance of expression. Together, let us explore uncharted literary territories, celebrating the human spirit through the art of verse. In this edition and beyond, we invite you to embrace the mellifluous symphony of words that resound within these pages. Let them resonate within your heart, connecting you to the collective yearnings and triumphs of humanity. Thank you, poets and reviewers alike, for embarking on this poetic voyage with us, as we herald a new era of global literary unity. May the poetry of our world continue to weave its enchanting threads, forever inspiring us to dream, to feel, and to forge connections beyond the realms of possibility.

__D_i_s_c_ou_r_s_e_______Is_s_ue__#1_________Ju_n_e_2_02_3__ An introduction to our editor and editorial board Aamir abdullah (founder) Mumtaz husain Dr.ratan ghosh (USA) (india) Aasma tahir Halima Abdulazeez Najia husain (Pakistan) (nigeria) (canada)

___D_is_c_o_u_rs_e________Is_s_ue__#1_________J_u_ne_2_0_23___ POETRY POEM: “LET ME TALK TO…” POEM: THE FEEBLE FACE POET: AASMA TAHIR POET: AAMIR ABDULLAH (PUNJAB,P AKISTAN) (PUNJAB, PA KISTAN ) I am hearing the mourning Let me talk to honeyed bee And ask about the gardens of cold breeze Where divine flowers grow engulfed around the rain My lips, cracked and ruptured Dying to kiss the sweetness and the emptiness Eager to be baptised in fragrances breathing inside me I could never learn the charismatic art oh! this emptiness! Dwelling in a depth To turn the colours of the sealess heart Into ecstatic mellowness flourishing the layers of algae. Let me talk to honeyed bee I am a mystery.... And ask Entangled between Why I feel her buzzing the questions and the answers no one can solve me. Into my head See the Earth and the sky And the pain of her stings are staring at each other, I look at myself in the mirror, and Into my heart in the sea of gloom She, who knows the mysteries, spread afar, Can unveil at me write illegible names the secret to grow like flower with my finger...!!! At the branch of my own being I want to be sucked by her And carried like perfumes To her heaven, her hive!!!

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM: BLOOD CROWN POEM:THE QUALITY OF CLAY POET: Ali Radin (Dedicated to my parents) (BRONAI DARUSSALAM) POET:AKLIMA ANKHI Not long ago, in a beautiful dream, (BANGLAD ESH) I saw within myself - a little Believe me, Earth child with the crown; I have come here only to love you. Bleeding. Blood. Sit down on the cooling mate of confidence. I have fallen ill, it seems to tell a story. I fan you slowly for calm down. And the heart beats wildly. I tried to pray. And the night Broken nose by the kick has the power of moving air. was quiet. Why, dream, not prolong my Great soul beat is in the ribs. Piercing thorn on legs can walk shedding happiness forever? But my soul was stripped. blood. And the sound of music is Although eyes acts blindly has a little getting further and further away. I will not die, when my eyesight. There is no distaste in outspoken tongue. soul favors them: I only lost in a dream. And Earth,how much reassurance of competency the sun is mine. you need to love you! Believe me earth,I have come here to love you only. Illiterate wood craftsman who is irresistible lover from whom has taken the first lesson of love. His beloved has taken knit stitch artistic flower of love with her generous skilful hands. Earth, believe me or notIn my life lessons, have learned to love you.

POEM:INSTANT POEM:UNKNOWN DESTINATION POET:ANWAR RAHIM RECOGNITION (PAKISTAN) POET:ARITI JANKIE The destination has become difficult Seems thorns have made their beds in (USA) the way I saw him with the eye of my heart When one stands against heavy odds caressing the ankles of my feet once and luck not favouring what to say more Dark clouds are looming to haunt thin as the sound of the basuri began to fill the space on the doorway, where light far away I am afraid I have lost my friends in the we sat. All the tiredness of my youth way dissipated, I floated like a lotus into No solace from my acquaintances, to his hands. my every call I receive a big nay For a split second, I looked into his They became strangers as I asked for their goodwill but I find my self with eyes to find a recognition as we sat there, in the doorway of them in a fray There is neither moon nor starlight the gallery The life has become strange, changed stretching to meet the sky. He must be the man in the picture, my nights and days sitting pensively, looking out the In pitch dark night lamps went out, a window clear dismay two children playing quietly while my portrait hung from a framed My Love, where are you picture on the wall My only hope, I can depend on you of a small hut In this cruel world of deceit with a garland of dried flowers My eyes far from sleep, with fear of resting upon it. becoming a prey Fleeting thoughts touching upon From those who are luckily to fall the flashes of a vision asleep, or me luckily awake to get away They are blood thirsty, finding unknown of a past life and a rekindling of love we were now sharing, all over again. reasons to get me slay Quietly, he took my hand in continuance.

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___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM:LONGING FOR THE the charms of being alive! GOOD DAYS With a blink of an eye! POET: ASIA MAJEED Where there's no regret on PAKISTAN lethal moments that were Frenetic turns a nd tunes of the spent midnight ocean in the longings of the good Magnetize my soul and senses days Like an evil spirit, On that ecstatic solace! I would love to roam I close my teary eyes! onto the paths Would love to scream aloud The paths that lighten my nights in a silent voice And the morning bliss that And a satiric smile consumes the dark To feel the pain and the to make my inner bright Like a bird's soaring internal delight My heart would love to be flown ___________At the same time away POEM:LOVE COUPLETS From narrow roads to motorways POET : DILIP MEWADA From big cities to small towns Someday to reach on mountain (INDIA) tops Oh how's the life and its pain under the ice glaciers When I see her, heart tinkles like bells, I know not if it’s love or something else. Someday I dive so deep down into the ocean She is extremely gorgeous in and out, Oh what's the secret that the pearl “We need you” my heart beats shout. stays behind from human eyes I want to know; For her is my every breath and sigh, Pick colors from flowers and drink In her absence I would prefer to die. drops from throne's poison Would love to fly so far, I’ve engraved her name on my heart, from the clutches of dooms and My reveries don’t want her to depart. dismays! Where death doesn't swallow. Evening star visits to watch sun sets, This inspires me to write love couplets.

Discourse Issue #1 June 2023 POEM:WORLD DAUGHTER WAR POEM:ODE TO THE POET: FARAHENE CHANDIO ERNAL WRITER (PAKISTAN) POET:FATIMA US MAN(PAKISTAN) In the heart of a writer, eras No matter how she fights with converge, herself, she sees every dream A timeless realm where visions of life. emerge. Through the corridors of time, he roams, Glimpsing the With the tip of the pen and true past, glimpsing the unknown. intentions, a daughter embarrassed the Worlds and He feels the anguish of the human places soul, Embracing empathy, he Even though she also becomes becomes whole. In other lives, he tired. finds his dwelling, Portraying pain, She holds the Bridges of truth's canvas compelling. suffering with open heads It is like the four corners of pearls. Ode to the writer, guardian of She puts the happiness time, Whose words transcend, ointment of pity on everyone, Sometimes she removes the sublime and prime. In the realm of ink, his essence pains and spreads love and peace. shall stay, An immortal pen, guiding always .. A world-brave daughter Always binds the feelings of Words immortalized, his legacy untied, Beyond mortality, his companionship. She just believes in Allah when essence defied. For in his verses, he forever she gets worried. thrives, The eternal writer, death cannot She is the pillar of every lineage. deprive. She is the sluch of every alley.

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM: HOMECOMING Of your motherliness POET: HALIMA ABDULAZEED How they left their kids under (NIGERIA) your care Bold and fearless The place of my birth Time has gone but these Nestled in the mountains memories thrive Of beauty and mirth Breathtaking landscapes Sometimes, I wonder If your sweet promises, remain Trees as rooted as the clans true If this euphoria holds sway in Nature's sacred place Terrain that inspires your heart too In that thriving suburb If you miss me like I do My spirit found a niche to soar As twilight caresses my cheeks I long for my motherland, I go back to the memories This poetic mind is too tender Where we weaved stories Under your fireball, soft and glow To find the perfect idioms Tired! As a pilgrim, mimicking the To capture the soul of this magic place. gimmicks Weary, for being a cynic for long How do I describe the hills The butterflies, the birds, and, the I am coming home, to kiss your fireflies How I pretended to be the queen? gentle breeze A respite from this daily grind Wore the crown and reigned ____________ Where we played hide and seek Dr.RATAN Ghosh's Built castles with sands How can I forget my grandma's FOOTPRINTS account Now Available on Amazon

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___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM: I DREAMED POEM: FOETUS I WAS A CHILD POET :KHALID NIAZI POET: ISILDA NUNES (PORTU GAL) (PAKIS TAN) The night dawned satin-lined, Unborn one I lay in it, and fell asleep. like a seedling yet to budd I dreamed I was a child like a bud yet to petal out Who carried hope In the innocent smile lying and reposed That sprang sweetly swinging holy swings with rhythmics of its own. From the soul of who I once In a post embryonic darks was. it floats like a star I stared lost on the road in the galaxy of its own With vacant gaze on nothing, in the liquid of its conception, But believing that on the way in the pear like womb. then comes a helping hand Was awaiting for me the chance letting it come out from an unlit sphere To find who I am. to a lit labour room From my soul I broke the without all the knowings, the seeds of fathering, mirror amid ambience of innocence Where my Self was lodged unaware of the coupling who the couple was And in a piece of me ignorant of symbiosis I saw what I am today which arteries processed what In the vacant gaze on nothing like an unborn flower Of the child I once was Who continues to seek me yet to b scented, On the side of that road transcending the canons of entangling inhibitions and taboos of bastardise now comes the tinkles of a bunch of keys unlocking the locked doors of Licit,.......illicit

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM:LOVE LYRICS POEM:CROW,OH,CROW POET:MATLOOB BUKHARI POET:MUMTAZ HUSAIN (PAKISTAN) (USA) Crow, Oh Crow, O pious man, loveless, waste not your words You reign to reign of advice on me, In this imperfect universe I am a drunken poet, I detest your words, In crippled time… your piety steeped in hypocrisy You are the keeper of mysteries, You are an actor singing and dancing on the Hoarding the filth of the world in pulpit of gold. I am a nightingale singing in the garden, your wings. dancing in the clay abode, Swim, float, fly through this sky to Praying with whistling trees ;scents, sounds and colors of valley the skies beyond you, Meditating with the light of stars, beams of Holding the scene in your claws moon and perfume of night flowers As you pass through this heaven to When my beloved removed the veil of her face in the vale of my heart, another. My heart glowed with light, brighter than One day you are in the court of Zeus. moon and stars In a rapture of love, I left nymphs of heaven, You dissolve into each world, the garden of Eden, black and white portrait... And became a slave of her curly locks; long eyelashes, One day you witness the murder of Her cage freed me from the snare of fortune Habeel. and fame, Her humming memory is a candle flame in One day you journey across the the room of my heart, killing-field of Karo Kashatar. Her beauty-mole, radiant face, rose-bud lips blessed me with mystical bliss. In your eyes, you carry combat, holy I am burning in the fire; I have torn my shirt waltzes, to future epochs. to threads, Whirling in ecstasy beyond earth, beyond Thirst in your beak, hope in your skies, beyond heaven and hell eyes, and on your tongue, I am now a beggar of the king of saints, whole earth is my state. You recite the epic of the many Love reigning my heart is offering peace, love lives. and unity to all Love is odore of spring flower, love is white You are the chronicler of history, cloud carrying rain The messenger of mystery... Love is beautiful as full moon, love is as pure as magical sunlight But in the landscape of my life, Don’t you have anything but stones to throw? Crow, Oh, Crow!

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM:CLIMATE CHANGE POEM:PLAN ONWARDS? POET:NAHEED AKHTER POET:NAJIA AHMED (INDIA) (CA NADA) Asking about reasons From the time when immature Eyes tucked words beneath the lids; Turns into opinion A voyage towards From the moment when foolish The rumble of relationships clouds, Turn into headache From the period when a lover Rolling, until they Turn into tombstone form From the time, which never allow The storm to calm time (The calmness that To reach any destination. never lasts long) why; why no destination? When you do not know the reason Opened shelters; for travel A foggy view of Why ask about the end? The dusky Sky, When do not know the beginning And why asking questions Drizzling, until it When answers are still hidden passes Why disguise the feeling The rain to shower When feeling celebrate the birth (The shower that of dreams forever longs) Why living? when living are dead.

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___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM: I LONG POEM:WHEN FLOWERS SIGH POET:NASREEN HAMZA ALI POET:‫نوارالشاطر‬ (India) (Syria) I long that there had been a milieu Where so frequently I could see you The most I can Give to you I wish we both had a common way Is so much love To stay with you wherever you stay And poems infatuated by you I long that a branch of flowers was there For I am That could hold with its fragrance both A nostalgic lover us together Do not be fooled I wish my thought to always remain By the calm daisies and the Focused on you every now and then And that I had a pretty tinge windflowers somewhere That are on my cheeks That could depict your picture When you romance me For I, since I loved you elsewhere And not only seeing , but a fullest Became Ishtar In your galaxy of love company I had with one whom I hold so dear My beating heart flies I wish the night was over and breeze Sending you the meadows of Of morning would blow to bring me ease its love I wish a wind that touch you could The birds fly away Pass over me and re-energise To your heart A languishing soul that fades otherwise Avoiding the jealousy A breeze that sweeps over lawn of your For jealousy is foolish home And I am of reason And then permeate through chambers And every night is loud with of my heart my hallucinations A breeze that would join our two souls I love you…I love you… together To relish in pleasant relation's weather I love you

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ I see how the pillars walking far far and afar! Though none cares...! While canopying all the humble huts from the moon and stars Like the warmongers of bloody war POEM:I SEE I see how the years old lonely sleeping POET: DR.RATSN GHOSH homes Living and lying like pebbles and stones (INDIA) For years years and years alone…! But I see them surviving with last skeletons I see how watery bogs of Alone! towns Alone! Alone! Undressing its womb like I feel standing alone clowns Among the decaying cities and towns Slowly slowly slowly! I see decaying all like years Let me walk back old abandoned tomb of a Let me walk back careless historical town Let me walk back To those straw made huts alone I see how water is slowly In the lap of woods and forests alone flying like smoke My bed is gone! Far far far beyond the My bed is gone! horizon losing all hopes Forever gone! Drop by drop...! To welcome those cities waking up with Like the patient who died of towers and stones paralyzed after brain stroke! This is not my zone This is not my zone This is a trap like Drone I see how those blithe watery ponds This is a trap like Drone Slowly losing all human Thousand thousand and thousands yards bonds gone! Since they are bribed I am afraid of these pillars of my town...! thousands around I am afraid of these pillars of my town...! Only to welcome numberless Here I am only a clown...! towers of the clowns Here I am only a clown...!

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM:HE CAN COME Congratulations to POET: SABIT INCE fatima usman (TURKEYA) on publishing her He can come collection of I've waited a lifetime tirelessly short stories Maybe one day he will come. I gave many years to the years, Aazargah added, Maybe one day he will come. ‫آزار گاہ‬ Youth, I have finished my life, I thought I got lost back in full. I brought profits of Erciyes mountain, Maybe one day he will come. I know that you burn it, That was the promise, that fate, A theology of God for the sake of action, I will always wait for you come. You're the only one sultan's palace of mind, Come on, that the heathen blood flowing waterfall. Come on, get happy with the happiness universe, World eyes could come of interest.. Is it fine to head off heart Sirat bridge I decided I have to give myself to you, While I do not question you, I said to myself, Love could come to my fire burns....

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ Ripples the surface of the winds that ruffle, Exposing the agitated diversifying of moments, Era of fads then masks with defects of temper, Depriving the merits by divorcing the savvy, POEM:HIDEOUS TIRENESS Complexity drives the compass of POET:SAJID HUSAIN imagination, (PAKISTAN) To command the wit to addict the contagion of conflict, An evoking burst burns in a Bundles of misconception chain all memory, evidence , Carrying the conflict of crumbled To amass cumbrous material of all dust, pervading desolation, Cringes the chill of bullied into Chaos of scratching on the mounds silence, of crops, Deepens into confusion of Torture the golden twilight of my monotony of my life, plucked memories, Blending the fragments of falling The rank dimples the mead digging into decay, ring circling, Plunges into darkness the long On the course of existence to tromp of years, __________subdue my mind. Nursed in mystery in origin the self restraint, Which blows the smoke of purged by sorrow, Rising industry of dumb suffering hurls , The measuring years in shapes of devout meditation , Portray worn by time the feeble age, Branded by defeat of besetting of circumstances , On the webs of weight with waves of worries, A trace of bitterness with tone of severity ,

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___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM:POETRY OF POEM:MAY YOUR THIRD WORLD DIRTY WORLD BE YOURS POET:SHASWATA GANGUPDHYAY (INDIA) POET:SAVAS SARIKAYA I am nobody, nobody at all (TURK EYA) Just a cultivator of cotton belonging to third world, Don't get up early in the morning Don't say what are you doing His youngest son Can you sleep? I have grown up by swallowing the It's raining again Time is getting rid of its dirt froth of sea, On my burnt skin While the man is washing his bloody There is printed the world-map all hands over the body In the tears of the innocents Children, flowers want water, love Hunger rises in spiral motion Around my stomach In every child's grave There are tears of fathers and If you give me love, I’ll multiply it three times mothers Bombs are smashing By sheer magic The innocent bodies that I can't And put it under your feet If you give me hatred, if you offend bear to kiss Dividing the pitch black of time me A bullet in the treacherous ambush From my top to bottom Screams are echoing from the man I’ll come back not to take revenge But to my writing papers in the moon And I will throw each of my Do you know why children are poems,one after another afraid of the night? Just like daggers Treacherous shadows roam their innocent bodies They don't know how to fight for ridiculous reasons They share their toys as brothers May it be your dirty world. May it be yours One playground is enough, they share it brotherly

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM:NATURE'S GIFT POEM:NOURISH YOUR DREAMS POET:SHAMA AFROZ POET:SHAHID ABBAS (BANGLADESH) (PAKISTAN) Nourish your dream A new screen. Do not waste a valued drop Hold this term We owe existence to fertile ground With your smile. We soon depart this royal realm Dream helps you Save some soil for their future To bloom as the sunflower If we waste it If we destroy it ������. If we disrespect it You're the dream catcher Nature's gift will produce warfare Don't forget dear. I implore you So many harshly touches Heed the alarm May hold your step. Join hands in brotherhood You can't hold back Must go ahead with a new Save our home From inexorable destruction and essence. Dream waits for you Irrevocable degradation As the dearest friend. Human! When you feel this way Will get the sanguine ray. Show wisdom Your life will be blissful Human! You will get the dreamy Show compassion pool. Make every effort So nourish your dream To save earth's beauty She gives of her bounty For the desired reel. To feed the hungry To feed their crying souls This precious gift from above Whose river's flowing slakes the thirsty Whose cool water soothes the aching body So tired from toil at the end of the day We are Mother Nature's protector Let us not neglect one drop Nor one acre Water and land provides sustenance for all Not just a chosen few.....

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ POEM: HOLY TRINITY Do it really quietly with a POET:ZALATAN DEMIROVIC pleasant voice, (USA) and patiently – not to wake the devil! A Guardian Angel, Black Devil, and I. Thusly, for that reason, painfully stumbling on bloody Living together and very inseparable! knees, he’s to embrace and greet the Just as the sun, moon, and Earth, with the stones, water, and air. stone in his shoe, While breathing the stardust, and the sand and pollen in his hair the sun is caressing him, and the storms are bathing him. and eyes Traveling the paths, with the arriving evening wind. carved by dreams, in search for his unknown “I” Well, even with that eyelash pinching in his eye, how can he compile or compare it? he will be blessed, On the split ends of tiled trails, bounded by flowers with eternal gratitude from the choked in the midst of thorns and angels weeds, for his abundant eyelids radiating he followed a light shining from his heart, ______beauty. absorbing flashes of lightning descending from above, grasping the brazen images carried by them. So, bless the angels for every sign they send on the only path to the stars!

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ POETRY REVIEW POET:HOUDA BOKASSOULA POEM:THE POWER INSIDE DREAMS REVIEWER:AAMIR ABDULLAH Dreams are certainly the Houda Boukassoula is a Tunisian vibrating pulse writer and poetess who writes in That distinguishes a living three languages: Arabic, French and body from a dead corpse English. Many of her poems were That brings lucidity to the published in several anthologies. She was awarded with certificats of most confusing path They make depressed people appreciation from international poetic groups. She published her first want to chant book of poetry \"The Eye of My Heart\" Colorful flowers in a desert in 2022 in her country Tunisia. She 's they plant mainly concerned with feminism, Tasty savors in bitter they mysticism and humanism in general. implant Houda Boukassoula's poem \"Dreams\" Inside the dream lies the is a captivating exploration of the willingness to thrive. transformative power of dreams in Dreams wings are the one's life. Through her skilled principal motive craftsmanship and rich literary To a starving soul they offer language, . . . Boukassoula delves deep into the profound significance a life Where satisfaction and of dreams as a driving force for human existence. aspiration never fight In terms of craft, the poem exhibits Trust your dream to make a well-structured and rhythmic desire burst composition. The consistent use of Exploit their potential, make end rhymes, such as \"corpse\" and their energy spurt \"path,\" \"chant\" and \"plant,\" enhances You’ll fulfill a purpose the musicality of the verses, without a pressure to exert

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ creating a harmonious flow. They are depicted as catalysts Additionally, the use of vivid imagery, such as \"colorful flowers for self-discovery and personal in a desert\" and \"tasty savors in bitter,\" adds an enchanting quality growth, enabling individuals to to the poem, engaging the reader's senses. transcend limitations and find Boukassoula's choice of literary their true purpose. language elevates the poem's impact. The metaphorical language In conclusion, Houda imployed Boukassoula's \"Dreams\" is a such as \"dreams wings\" and \"starving soul,\" conveys the beautifully crafted poem that transformative and nourishing nature of dreams. The explores the transformative juxtaposition of opposites, like \"satisfaction and aspiration,\" power of dreams. highlights the power of dreams to harmonize conflicting Through her expert use of desires, leading to fulfillment and purpose. literary language and At a deeper level, the poem insightful exploration of the explores the existential significance of dreams. deeper meaning of dreams, Boukassoula portrays dreams as the pulse that distinguishes Boukassoula captivates the a living body from a dead corpse, emphasizing their vital reader and inspires reflection role in human existence. Dreams, according to the on the profound significance poetess, offer a respite from depression, infusing life with of our dreams. Her poem hope, and igniting the will to thrive. serves as a poignant reminder to trust in our dreams, harness their potential, and allow them to guide us towards a life _____________of fulfillment and purpose.

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___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ POET:AAMIR ABDULLAH BOOK REVIEWS essence effortlessly, captivating readers of all ages. It is said that conveying ideas and experiences in an accessible manner is the most challenging task, but Aamir Abdullah is an expert in this art. His poems possess simplicity yet impact readers' hearts directly. Though some may appear deceptively IN straightforward, they possess LOVE a depth surpassing that of WITH . BREEZE ordinary poems.For example: This book/e-copy, titled \"In \"You were left alone with a dream, One day, misplaced by Love with Breeze,\" contains a REVIEWER:DILIP MEWADA your sleep. You had spilled your only total of 20 poems: 15 text desire With the crushed roses Into poems and 5 graphic poems. It the unfathomable depths of the sea.\" is a self-published poetry collection showcasing world- class poems by the eminent poet, Aamir Abdullah from This is why his poems have gained such popularity among Pakistan. readers. They express human emotions we all encounter in Aamir Abdullah's poems are our daily lives using figurative and lucid language.Now, let us extraordinary and deserve immerse ourselves in the sheer emotions flowing through recognition in the realm of these lines taken from one of his poems: poetry. They seamlessly harmonize with both individuals and communities, flowing with a smooth elegance of language. His lucid and unique style conveys the

Discourse Issue #1 June 2023 \"A hug is due upon you, What beautiful symbols he One I longed for in childhood, employs to depict the reality of a And even more eagerly in my materialistic life! Not everyone youth. possesses such skill to convey You embarked on an endless facts in such a captivating manner. jo:urney, Undoubtedly, he is a great poet of Leaving me barefooted our time. Let us delve into a few scorching under the sun more lines from another poem: On merciless sands\" His keen understanding of the \"The sand swallowed the camels, human heart and society's The flocks perished, behavior allows his poems to The shepherd's staff stuck in the resonate deeply with us. Some of clouds, his poems are profound not only The monuments in terms of rhythm and nuances Made by collecting a few pebbles, but also in their narrative scattered, style.For instance: \"A social product you are, Birds never lamented Magnificently designed, The loss of our identity.\" I know... You can't accept my madness Aamir Abdullah's poems create a As a pure creation Of my ruptured friendly atmosphere that fills our self, hearts and minds with the unique Always representing scent of poetic breeze. He is an A holy hollowness!\" accomplished poet, and his poems Through his unique style of serve as complete evidence of his expressing thoughts, his poems mastery. In terms of craftsmanship have managed to carve out a and manners, his poems are distinctive place among world- unparalleled. class literature. Let us explore the following excerpt from his poem: On the last corner of the street, After the long silent night, \"So, you think you can When a misty morning Touch the sky Emerges beneath a lamp post, Riding on a moth's wings, Awakening with the crackle Who is in love with the flame Of a metallic gate, And lives to kiss the fire once.\" There, yes there,

Discourse _______Issue #1 June 2023 On the last corner of the street, __________________________ Dirty souls, lost souls, ____________________________ Yearning to ask a question, Found lying dead with the offal. Houses are clean, A:nd the streets are crowded With men, women, And children, bathed in innocence... But the question remains unanswered! We all know that the gentle flow of Coming soon language breathes life into any poem, and Aamir Abdullah is acutely Another creation aware of this. He does not write of merely to fulfill literary obligations or for the sake of writing; He writes i sol from the depths of his heart and e-book publishers. soul. His poems possess numerous facets that reflect the diverse A collection of dimensions of life. Most of his works critical essays. are rooted in reality and challenge us to explore beyond the literal meanings of the words. \"Meri nazar main\" In conclusion, I have no Author: hesitation in stating that this book is a treasure. Every poem included Sajid ali ameer within its pages is exceptional, whether they are in text or graphic ________ form. I extend my heartfelt congratulations to Aamir Abdullah for the publication of this unique book, a true treasure trove of poems. May the Almighty bless him, and may his literary journey continue uninterrupted forever. Best of luck to him! DILIP MEWADA (INDIA)

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ Onthe last corner of the street, A Lantern Dirty souls, lost souls, Yearning to ask a question, in The Forest Found lying dead with the offal. Houses are clean, Reviewer: And the streets are crowded With men, women, Aamir Abdullah And children, bathed in innocence... Aasma Tahir, a luminous But the question remains unanswered! poetess hailing from the We all know that the gentle flow of enchanting city of Lahore, language breathes life into any poem, and Aamir Abdullah is Pakistan, is a maestro of both acutely aware of this. He does not write merely to fulfill literary English and Urdu verse. obligations or for the sake of writing; He writes from the depths Having attained a Masters in of his heart and soul. His poems possess numerous facets that English Literature, her talents reflect the diverse dimensions of life. Most of his works are rooted in have garnered international reality and challenge us to explore beyond the literal meanings of the recognition, leading to her words. membership in the esteemed In conclusion, I have no hesitation in stating that this book World Nations Writers' Union. is a treasure. Every poem included within its pages is exceptional, The fruits of her poetic whether they are in text or graphic form. I extend my heartfelt powess have adorned the congratulations to Aamir Abdullah for the publication of this unique pages of numerous book, a true treasure trove of poems. May the Almighty bless anthologies, national and him, and may his literary journey continue uninterrupted forever. international literary magazines, and esteemed websites. The recent unveiling of her poetic opus, \"A Lantern in the Forest,\" stands as a

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ Testament to her literary Nigeria, where she bestowed eminence. Moreover, her upon the audience the profound interview, ethereal gift of her poetic accompanied by fifteen expression. English poems, has been The momentous occasion of handpicked for inclusion the inauguration of Aasma in the illustrious Tahir's magnum opus, \"A anthology, \"Postmodern Lantern in the Forest,\" was an Voices,\" published in affair hosted by DISCOURSE India.As an esteemed (A Literary Review Group poetess of global stature, Pakistan). The distinguished Aasma Tahir's remarkable Dr. Sajid Husain presided achievements have been over the ceremonious event, honored with her while the illustrious Aamir induction into the World Abdullah, the founder of Nation Writers' Union in DISCOURSE, served as a Kazakhstan, as well as the genial host, fostering a prestigious \"Paragon of vibrant atmosphere befitting Hope\" award bestowed the occasion.During the upon her by the same discourse, Aamir Abdullah esteemed organization. embarked upon a heartfelt These accolades serve as dialogue, commending Aasma testament to her brilliance Tahir for her remarkable and unwavering achievement in presenting an dedication to the written exquisite book that resonates word. within the global literary A shimmering beacon panorama. He lauded her of inspiration, Aasma Tahir exceptional courage in was cordially invited by wielding the English language, the World Institute for an act of defiance against the Peace to grace the World constraints placed upon Peace Summit in women in Pakistani society

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ wherein only a select few can in his own inimitable style, Dr. dare to showcase their talents on Mohsin Mighiana endeavored to the international stage. Nazia evaluate Aasma's work. He opined Nigarish, a luminous figure in the that Aasma Tahir appears to be on literary world, delivered an an ardent quest to discover \"A insightful review of the book, Lantern in the Forest\" that marveling at its diverse subjects, illuminates the realm of which encapsulate life's myriad loneliness. However, she is not experiences vividly painted by alone in this endeavor, for she Aasma's poetic brushstrokes. As articulates the collective a fledgling poetess myself, I sentiments of all lovers. Love, the cannot help but sense that ethereal magic sought by the Aasma possesses the potential to lovestruck, permeates their emerge as a compelling addition to the realm of English literature, existence, drawing them into a lending her voice as a powerful world of romance.Yet, when advocate for feminism.Najia engulfed by the depths of despair, Ahmed, joining the discussion they perceive their beloved as a from Canada, offered her mere hollow vessel, uttering, perspicacious analysis of the \"Love means nothing to you.\" In book. Her viewpoints were those desolate moments, they imbued with clarity and sagacity find themselves confined within as she delved into Aasma's the womb of loneliness, writing style, which exuded a relentlessly searching for the contemporary sensibility. elusive key to the lost realm of Furthermore, she extolled love. Aasma Tahir, with her Aasma's deft utilization of poetic perceptive gaze, explores these language, a true testament to her profound themes while gracefully artistic prowess. Najia also noted traversing the realms of reality. Aasma's profound understanding Her affection for her parents, of the intricate nuances and portrayed tenderly in poems like limitations that accompany \"My Father: My Hero\" and \"My various emotions. The esteemed Mother,\" resonates deeply within Nadeem Malik, too, contributed the reader's heart. Truly, her to the discussion, reciting literary masterpiece is a marvel to Aasma's verses and offering his behold.The eminent Indian writer, heartfelt congratulations on her Dr. Ratan Ghosh, also graced the extraordinary publication. occasion and exalted the

___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_un_e_2_0_2_3 __ elegant qualities inherent in Shahid Husain, Amjid Baber, Aasma's work. He extolled the Mansoor Sahil, Muhammad profound impact of her verses, Rizwan, and Arman Hashmi, acknowledging their each a luminary in their own transformative power. right, graced the ceremony with Furthermore, Mr. Sajid Husain their esteemed presence, embarked on a profound analysis lending an air of grandeur to of \"A Lantern in the Forest.\" He the proceedings. Aamir eloquently stated that Aasma Abdullah, the consummate nurtures the minds and thoughts host, expressed heartfelt of her readers through her gratitude to all the profound contemplations. Her distinguished guests for gracing words, imbued with vibrant hues, the occasion with their captivate the imagination and invaluable presence, their time evoke an alluring sense of serving as a precious offering to affection. With remarkable honor Aasma Tahir's finesse, she weaves together extraordinary achievements. ideas, infusing them with a In the realm of literature, captivating aesthetic sensibility. Aasma Tahir stands tall, a Aasma delves into her beacon of poetic brilliance that surroundings, employing illuminates the hearts and symbolic language, illusions, minds of readers. Through her emotions, and associations to lyrical prowess, she transcends breathe life into her profound reflections. Her poetry borders, intertwining cultures transcends mere words, invoking and languages with poetic intellectual and emotional finesse. Her verses bear wonder, utilizing poetic devices testament to the boundless and figurative language to power of artistic expression, conjure a mesmerizing blend of encapsulating the human fascination. She exudes experience within the delicate excitement, crafting waves of fabric of words. Aasma's star enchantment that carry the shines brightly in the reader towards endless horizons. constellation of literary Nature, society, love, and human luminaries, heralding a new era values stand as her greatest of creativity and poetic sources of inspiration. ingenuity.

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___D_is_co_u_r_se_________Is_su_e_#_1 ________J_u_ne_2_0_1_3 __ Art+Fusion: Mumtaz’s Creative Journey Dr. H. M. Saleem education was inspired by the medieval Indian figurative artistic Mumtaz Hussain’s work is tradition. He accepted admission into the prestigious National characterized by a unique fusion College of Arts in Lahore, Pakistan’s premier art school, in of styles and influences. His art 1981. Upon graduation, Hussain was commissioned to construct a incorporates elements from his seventy-foot mural in Lahore’s town center and to decorate the native Pakistan as well as his life Sheikh Zaid bin Sultan Palace, an architectural landmark in Karachi. in New York. His work is a blend of European and American influences and seeks to reflect a new culture that struggles with and exalts visually rich and beautiful ancient art. Hussain’s In 1987, Hussain left for London work spans centuries of to study European art forms. He evolution, from ancient later moved to New York to archaeology to traditional South pursue graphic design at the Asian calligraphy to modern School of Visual Art, where he mixed media, drawing inspiration from artistic traditions of his studied figure drawing and homeland, Cubism, painting at the Art Students Impressionism, and a synthesis League of New York. This of European and American experience furthered his modernism in general. His recent inspiration from Cubism and paintings engage with language Impressionism. and history, contrasting the relationship of hieroglyphs and Hussain moved to New York City because it welcomes cultural ancient sculpture with the expression from a wide range of artistic traditions and cultures, calligraphic Modern Mystic series symbolizing the essential and potential unity of all humankind. that invoked the Islamic tradition This quest to express unity in his artistic works, of poetry as visual expression. Born and educated in Jhang, the center of Sufi culture in Pakistan, Hussain’s early artistic

derived from the fusion of India; Platinum Reel Award at The Nevada Film multiple customs and sources Festival, U.S.A.; Gold Award at the Prestige Film of inspiration, is appreciated Festival, U.S.A. The film was also officially selected at and encouraged by mentors The Delhi International Film Festival, India; and The and friends in the New York Vegas Cine Fest, U.S.A. Other films he has worked artistic community. on include \"This is my Pakistan\" for a Pakistani TV In addition to his devotion to Channel GEO, \"Inside You\" based on Rumi’s poetry, the fine arts, Hussain has also \"Push Button For\" based on a Pakistani classic short served as Art Director for story, and \"Butterfly Screams\" based on 9/11. Simon & Schuster, one of the ______________ leading U.S. publishing houses, and worked as a graphic designer or art director on accounts including Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren. His artworks have been featured regularly at the LRBT art auction in New York, consistently fetching the highest bids. As for his writings, Hussain has published an Urdu book of short stories, \"Gool Ainak Ka Pechay\" and \"Lafzon Main Tasvarian\". He has also been involved in filmmaking. His first feature film, \"Art=(Love)²\", received several awards and recognitions, including a Merit Award at The Lucerne International Film Festival, Switzerland; Best Cinematography at The Jaipur International film festival