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Life is a Process

Life is a process
Where everyday
People feel that
They are into a race

Life is when
You learn everyday
When you fight
And you win each day

Life is not
To stay in misery
It gives you lesson
To understand each day

Life is blessed
So why to take stress
Smile and be happy
Enjoy life even in distress

Life is always
Work in progress
To prosper daily
Shine everyday

25.03.2016
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Life is Everything

LIFE IS EVERYTHING

This world is wonderful
It has an enormous beauty
Enjoy life
Each and every moment
Life is everything
It’s precious more than anything
.
Live each day with blessings
Blessed are our souls
Blessed are we
Life is everything
Make someone’s life meaningful
A life that is so beautiful

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Life is like Raindrops

Life gives many reasons
Everyday to smile
Like a cheerful raindrop
This makes earth smile

Life is a wet road
On which we all walk
Let’s start enjoying rain
And we will see
Glory of life in soothing rain

Life is to enjoy
Every drop of rain
We can’t hide ourselves
So let’s start enjoy this drain

Each raindrops is small
But together it’s rain
This has the capacity
To remove barren lands in vain

Let us all try
To be like rain
Wherever we move
Let’s remove all pain

Life is better
And always it will be
If we have the courage
To be happy
In every situation
Whatever it may be

24.03.2016
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Life is a Myth

LIFE IS A MYTH

Life is a mystery
With untold stories
People live life
With blind eyes

Life is here
It’s everywhere
If you see
Life surrounds us
With incredible delight

Still we run
Looking for life
But we forget
To see within
Where actually
Life resides

We live here
Where we have to show
And to complete that
Everywhere we vow

Live is living
With our own existence
Life without pride
It’s how we live
And we have decide

Let’s make this world
A beautiful place to live
A place worth living
For that love everyone
And learn act of giving

23.03.2016
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Countless Blessings

COUNTLESS BLESSINGS

Life is a walk
In the gardens
Of muddy way
It’s the life
We just pass
Along this way

Life is bitter
It is sweet
It is chuckling
It is amazing
It’s melody
We all sing

Life is better
In it’s every way
It’s hard and also tough
But it’s the only way

It’s adorable
It’s fanatic
Life is gigantic
Within it lies
Loads of excitement
In each and every day

For some
It’s smooth
Rest others
Find it rough
But we don’t know
This is amazing
Life makes us tough

Life is wondering
Why we are complaining
It’s the beginning
With the end of evening

Stop whining
Start Living
It’s the life
This is happening

So always
Keep learning
Life means breathing
if u keep on learning
Joy is abundance
For which
There is no ending

22.03.2016
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(Arturo, Lucca, Miguel, Frederick, Marco, Cruz, Pedro and Ivan were playing cards and chess. Lucca, Cruz and Miguel started to smoke clay pipes.)

”Nice angled bowl with a coat of arms, ” said Lucca. ”Yes, ” said Cruz
While smoking and relaxing, ”where did you buy them, Lucca? ”
”This one is made in Holland- a way to liberate your muse.”
”Give new life to a broken heart, ” said Miguel, ” It’s like Sambuca, ”

Laughed Lucca, ” Ivan, how could you avoid the army as a serf? ”
”As a yeoman having my own land, I had an accident, ”
Cruz asked him, ’’Did you receive some support from a dwarf? ”
”I broke my left leg when I fell from my horse- a strange event.”

”Interesting! ” said Marco. ”You became a rich merchant
In the Ottoman Empire.” ”Yes, I sold my land, ” smiled Ivan.
”You could go to Moscow, ” ”I didn’t want to be a servant.
I was a middleman in the fur trade, ” ”Let’s enliven

This game with some wine! ” ” These cards are unique, ” said Pedro.
”This rare pictorial pack is made in London, ” said Marco.
Lucca told Cruz, ”If you need new cards, I’ll give you pronto.”
”Give me the most immoral hand, ” laughed Cruz, ”come in, Fargo! ”

(Fargo entered to bring the wine, which was served using glasses. Ibrahim brought dried fruits, nuts, biscuits and small cakes. The women had spent over an hour dressing for this meeting because it was customary for the women to change their entire outfit for any event on that ship. Rosa, Geraldine and Erica were doing some needlework. Carla, Chiara and Pedra were reading some expensive books. Chiara chose to read a book written by Elena Piscopia, Carla was reading some philosophy by Mary Astell and Pedra liked the books written by Aphra Behn. Francesca started to paint and Bella was trying to play ‘’Capriccio stravagante’’ by the Italian composer Carlo Farina using her violin.)

Francesca said, ” The violin replaced the viol, ”
”The music written for it established its identity, ”
Said Rosa, ”I like the opera ‘L’Orfeo’ and its tale.”
”Through polyphony, Monteverdi has supremacy.”

Francesca continued, ”Chiara, what are you reading? ”
”A book about Christ written by the monk Laspergio and late
Translated by Elena Piscopia, a nun being
The first woman that graduated with a doctorate.”

Carla said, ”Francesca, what are you painting in that blue? ”
” I’m not Caravaggio, still I paint a medusa, ”
Carla replied, ”You used amazing hues, and it’s sweet in view! ”
Chiara said, ”It’s an image of the port of Siracusa! ”

(Francesca embraced Chiara.)

”It’s so lovely to see you together; you are good friends, ”
Said Geraldine while finishing her work, ”do you have children? ”
”I’ve married Arturo six years ago; now, our love ascends
After his long widowhood; Francesca is his daughter.”

Chiara took Geraldine’s hand with a noble gesture.
She told her that Arturo lost a fortune three months ago,
And this trip was offered by Lucca to change their life’s texture.
”Maybe Francesca painted to petrify the time’s flow.”

”Francesca is the sweetest child I’ve ever seen until now.
She’s adorable in this purity of her mind.
She’s shining like a star belonging to Ursa Major Plough,
And I love Arturo even in affairs he is so blind.”

(Arturo and Marco were the last passengers who left the room while talking. Arturo ended the conversation.)

‘’ Russia is a force needing an expansion quite quickly
But, unfortunately, her friends are not really her friends.
Pushing Russia, who is an honest power, clearly
Will turn the destiny of the whole world into dead ends.’’

 

Carla was a beautiful woman liking to dress in green.
Sometimes strong and other time weak, she needed to face the life.
Inside her, there was a child hoping to push the life scene
Into its own condition and the things into their right strife.

Her husband, Pedro, was very wise and precise -a strong man
Needing to gain stability while turning back from New Spain
To rebuild the life and to go forth on a new plan.
Their children and parents waited for them to come home again.

(Geraldine and Carla were talking on the deck. Carla started to confess.)

‘’Her name is Beatrice and he loved her for a while needing
To leave the family for a new meaning in this world.
I loved him secretly while her scent I was breathing.
I understood that I’ve lost him when our love became a sword.

I knew I was a mother in this combination of three,
And, sometimes, I thought that Beatrice should never exist,
And, other time, I wanted to leave everything to be free,
Or to end my life because it was so hard to resist.

I’ve tried to talk with her and the situation to explain,
But she laughed while telling me that Pedro is her lover.
I understood her laugh and that my efforts were in vain.
I was ill when we traveled to New Spain to recover.”

‘’ Carla, the things are not always as they seem to be.
You’ll overpass this moment because you’re a strong mother.
You must take care because nothing goes well as long as he
Doesn’t assume the responsibility of a father.’’

Bella and Miguel liked to live in their own world of two.
They had a house in Barcelona, and they traveled to see
The world; they stayed months in India to throw backward a new view.
Marco and Rosa wanted their spirits to be free.

They were turning home after living three years in New Spain.
Carla and Pedra traveled with their husbands who were twins.
Rosa convinced them that in that place their strength is spent in vain.
Life became a music coming from the water violins.

Carla said, ”the education helps the women make
Right choices in marriage.” Bella replied, ”What’s a marriage?
It’s not only a consecration in a church, an awake,
But it’s a contract, an act no one can disparage.”

Miguel said, ”it’s a transition from a moral conscience
To a pure concept of consciousness.” ”You start to see it
As itself, ” replied Pedro, ” to eat the bitter consequence.”
”It’s tied to the moral identity when love is in a fit, ”

Replied Bella. ‘ It has a Cartesian nature, ”
Said Carla explaining why love comes after the wedding.
”Then, the moral sensibility shapes it to our feature, ”
Replied Bella.Miguel smiled, ” tenderly in our bedding.”

” The disparity in intelligence leads to misery, ”
Said Carla, ”the marriage must be based on a lasting friendship
Rather than on an attraction experiencing agony.”
Pedro said, ” when love is distorted into a sword to rip.”

Miguel said, ” the marriage that is not consecrated
In a church has the same legal validity.”
” The lovers may marry secretly, but it’s complicated, ”
Said Carla, ”and it’s hard for the women of the nobility

To make an independent living.” Pedro started to grin,
” To secure a husband is an attitude having a great importance.”
”She’s an object of thought, ” said Miguel while touching Carla’s skin.
Pedro said, ”it happens only when we seek love in abundance.”

Carla said, ” the women’s career options beyond the mother
Are none; they cannot have the same opportunity as the men.”
Pedro replied, ” your impracticable thoughts make the father
Leave the family.” ” He’s not allowed to come back again.”

Miguel said, ”She’s allowed to express her sexuality.”
Carla said, ” it depends on how the woman perceives this thought.”
Bella started to play music to inspire some human morality
While using the violin to imitate- the cats’ sounds brought to naught.

(to be continued…)
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Poem by Marieta Maglas

(Geraldine was walking on the deck while waiting nervously for Fredrick. Suddenly, he appeared while speaking quickly and gesturing.)

”I’ve waited for you all day long to come up with some fuel.”
”I went to buy charcoal, water, and outdoor lamp oil.
At a crossroad, I’ve seen a stage driver who has been so cruel
To whip his horses to run faster; the oil spilled on the soil.

He drove a stagecoach; my horse was frightened by the sound
And my trolley overturned. I had to come back to buy
Again three barrels of oil.” ”That oil spilled on the ground, ”
Said Geraldine, ”the money has gone, and this is not a lie!

I don’t ask you to tell me where you’ve really spent the money.
It makes no sense to ask you for the truth. Is she beautiful?
Did you have a good time? To wash laundry in public, honey,
You may bring her here. This way, you can be dutiful.”

”I love you, ” screamed Frederick, ” so, you think you’re funny.”
”Well, I may be funny although I’m never stupid.”
He held her, ”I sold some jewels. Take the money.
I could lie to you, but you’re the one. I’m down with Cupid.”
”Do you remember that man having a ring with a skull? ”
”You’ve met him in Constantinople, ” ”I’ve met him here, too.
He was in that stagecoach liking this way his horses to cull.
He laughed saying, ”I’m a captain in search for my crew.” ”

”Frederick, I want to return home at Khadjibey.
Do you remember when we’ve met in the port and you
Gave me an emerald cut on a gold ring shining at the ray? ”
”I’ve asked you to marry me, ” ”I love you; you know it’s true.”

”Then why do you want to turn back home? ” ”You know I’m scared.”
” This is our chance. If we turn back in that unknown trading port
For slave markets, I will not survive; I’m not prepared
To ask the sanjak bey some protection and a lot of support.

I am an Italian and I’ve seen so many things.
I saw the terrible fate of those becoming galley-slaves,
The women enslaved being sexually abused, in sufferings,
But someone living in Khadjibey is a plow and a scythe. ”

” Is this artwork painted by Paolo de Matteis or not? ”
Asked Francesca while coming to them. ”What are you doing here? ”
”We really like to admire that splendid island a lot.”
”Shall we offer them a string instruments’ concert, Chiara dear? ”

Khadjibey was controlled by the Ottoman Empire
As a part of Yedisan in the Silistra Province.
To build a fortress named New World was the Turks’ desire.
Carla said, ” This meeting has been chosen by The Providence.”

Carla concluded that Geraldine was an American,
But Geraldine did not understand the confusion.
She learned Spanish from the Jews, who were Spain citizens
Coming to the Empire to avoid the conversion.

”My father lost a lot because of the plague and the disaster, ”
Said Miguel, ”a half of my wealth has been gone in the warfare.
We thought to immigrate to a new world which was moving faster
Than this one in which we were living as those lost in the nightmare.”

Cruz asked him, ”Why didn’t you try your chance for a new life? ”
”I wasn’t strong enough, and my son died in this war made
For the Spanish succession after the King Charles’ death; my wife
Still grieves for her unique child; our life cannot be repaid.”
” In Gibraltar, the property that had been taken
By force became a British one; we moved to Barcelona.
The power balance mirrored those widows standing forsaken.
Let’s cheer this Grand Alliance! It’s as the sun’s light corona.”

” The Anglo and the Dutch kings used the navy to open
The Strait of Gibraltar needing the naval power
In the Mediterranean zone.” ” Guess what was broken? ”
Asked Bella, ”I think it’s about our transatlantic economy shower.”

”By the Treaty of Constantinople, our Russian
Forces had been withdrawn and Zaporozhia lost all
The army protection, ” said Ivan, ”then, our discussion
Was to sell our goods and to leave a life that apart could fall.”
”In the Holy League, Russia joined Austria and Venice
To drive the Turks and to sign a treaty with Poland, ”said Cruz.
”Those horses have never met the steppe, ” said Ivan, ” became a menace,
”Leopold The First was helped by the Turks that Partition could refuse.”
(Geraldine and Erica were talking on the deck.)
”His father had been a soldier that came home after many
Years of serving the czar; he found that his wife had died and
Ivan had lived with an aunt that spent money but didn’t have any.”
For a few minutes, Geraldine was speechless and stunned.

”Erica, why did his mother die? ” ”She was the wife of a serf.
She was a subjugated slave laboring for a lord.”
”Was she beaten? ” asked Geraldine while dampening her scarf.
”She had been raped before she took her own life with his sword.”

”Who’s sword? ” ”The lord’s sword! He was drunk when he beat and raped her.”
”It was a matter whether she overcame the pressure
Of the peasant village where this mother lived not to err.
She died, but I’m sure she loved Ivan without measure.”

His father took Ivan home and worked a part of that lord’s land
As a serf, barely leaving time to cultivate
The land allotted to him while taking care of his child.
Ivan didn’t go to army but asked me to immigrate.”

(Erica, Ivan’s wife, ended the conversation while starting to cry.)

(To be continued…)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Frederick and Geraldine (Part 9)

”It’s a fuel crisis, because of the lack of supply, ”
Said Athan, ”many mines exploit lead, copper, and iron.”
”They are smelted with charcoal, which only some people may buy, ”
Said Karsten, ” some people have the powers of the lions.”
” There’re heavy demands for the forests to build castles,
Cathedrals, houses, ships, mills, and machinery, ” said Cruz.
”The fuel for glass and brewing industries is on hassles, ”
Said Pedro, ” this drill of the coal deposits has an excuse.
I’ve heard the steam engine has a low efficiency.”
Tia said, ”overland, the costs of the transport are very high.
The English iron industries still lose their proficiency.”
Megan said, ” this revolution adds up to one big lie.”

”I’ve heard that, in Selanik, the Jews control the commerce, ”
Said Marco.”Greeks, Turks, Armenians, or Jews, ” said Athan,
”They can equally thrive the economy of Selanik,
Whether they read the Bible, the Torah or the Quran.”
Tia wore a fine golden silk brocade jacket having
A metallic gold floral lattice design and shape,
A petticoat of ribbed silk embroidered with silk yarn forming
Loops; its front fastened with clasps, tightened in back with cotton tape.
Karsten’s navy blue, collar, cuffs, and skirts were embroidered
With cream silk ‘point Beauvais’ garlands of pearls and flowers.
Athan’s vest of silk moiré and coat were pumpkin colored.
‘Twas embroidered with silver thread and silver sequins.

Tia and Athan were in need of loans for short terms
While intending to bridge the time gap between the pay
Of the taxes and the take of the sums from the owners of some firms.
They traveled to find those wealthy Muslims that loaned money.

”People can’t pay heavy taxes and accrue deficits.”
”They must pay these sums even their finances are low.”
”All these payments are done for the Empire’s benefits.”
”In this condition, Selanik is a place left to go.”

‘’To prevent people from leaving, the Empire minimized
Their losses while enacting a kaskamot that obligated them
To pay and to leave behind them a guarantor.” ”It’s civilized! ”
”If the women and the orphans can’t pay, the Muslims don’t condemn

Them, ” ”There’re allowances for the persons donating or loaning sums
And for the philanthropic acts like the payment for the abject poor.”
”They take from any owner or any visitor that comes,
From birth, from death and from the sacrifice passing their temple door.”

”Gabella is a tax levied on the purchase of a basic test
Kosher for foodstuffs like wine, meat, and cheese.”
”The rich men pay instead of the poor people to prevent their arrest.”
”There’re some taxes for those goods that are brought over the seas.”

”Here, the new public buildings are built using an eclectic style
To project the European face of this Empire.
”Our monasteries are the centers of learning for a while.”
”The head of the Orthodox Christians is like a Vizier.”

(Tia, Athan, Megan, and Karsten disembarked at Selanik while Frederick and some sail men went to buy fuel.)

(To be continued…)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Moment of Momentum

It is the moment that is alive

It is the chain of moments

that holds life in its subtlety

and often glide not so smoothly.

It is the moment that introduce you

to who you are and what you are

that makes you pause and breath

and gift you a thousand lives

in the form of dreams

in the fabric of moments.

It is the impulse of moment

that catapult things and we lurk

where joy dance like summer shine

and tears fall like autumn leaves

and in the monsoon rain

you drench like memories

and sprout like Brussels plant.

 

In the spur of moment you feel

chiselling and crafting of moments

when emotions toggle, feelings dribble

you meet with the void

where silence speaks aloud

where words surrender to its power

and vacuum fill in the infinity.

 

In the moment of momentum

Everything happen and nothing happens

Everything exist and nothing exists

Every moment is life disguised in death

It is in the moment of momentum

Life compiles answers for all questions

and leave us astonished.

 

© Maaya Dev 2015 Dec