https://www.instagram.com/penfullstories/ This is not the story of Romeo and Juliet, where love is not a right This is about a cruel Societal denial of the freedom to have a Shakespeare's kind of African touch! In the cool Savannah rush lies to lovely birds Whispers ordeals and stories Happiness from the smallest of touch that their hearts made, even when things would get worse Sparks and strings of fire burning up the nearby grass Consuming their worldly part She changed his forever love From daisies to Jasmine want Rose's, losing scent to words Blunt enough to sharpen sharp Butterflies, green pixie dust Goodbyes not meant for eternity, filled with love you's till Infinity Cloud checks!!!! Winds, stormy seas and timeless feels Darkness, the beginning of soundless symphonies Endless, quiet moonless breeze In dreams.......no!.........nightmares, they forever saw Each smiling captured by the fateful void Smiling for it was worth their time Sunsets, affection No peace of mind Sunrise! Gone was he with no sign No letters, No nothing, No goodbye. Just one message; "Gunshots from afar A far inner land" As tears washed down her black, she felt anger and hatred for the foreign man Guilt for his depart Many nights, memories! Intense fights to read and write Letters! She wrote and piled Each day to Adowa To the emperor of her now breaking world But each day, pin drop The wind and sea tried to answer her blanks When the guns went silent, the world watched the seeds of war But she was worried, for he had not answered any letter Letters that she had beautifully signed with love She stood by the horizon each day waiting- Waiting for a sign- waiting for a life tears and fear burdened her tender heart But she held her hand, like they used to in the yellow savannah land He died not because of physical pain Death of the heart Death of ones name He had been wounded long before the day of Adwa Unfinished letters can tell it all He now sees her withered heart from up above! "A sword in his hand stabbing his heart" Wails! Memories, wailing, not comforting Her already numb spirit And on that silent night, with a rope instead, she set on a journey to her best, best, best THE END

“South Africa, Open Your Eyes!” pleads Spokesperson of the Ukrainian Association of South Africa. Gathered in front of the Department of International Relations and Co-operation in Cape Town City Centre last Thursday, the Ukrainian Association of South Africa (UAZA) held a protest calling for the South African Government to “Publicly and without Reservation condemn the Russian Invasion of Ukraine.” 6 days ago a collection of Ukrainian and South African civilians congregated together in a protest to plead with the South African Government. Protestors expressed their need for the government to stand against Russian President Vladimir Putin, who, a week and a half ago, ordered an invasion of the neighboring country Ukraine, attacking the cities of Kyiv and Kharkiv and causing the deaths of thousands of civilians. The crowd was adorned in the Ukrainian colours of blue and yellow and held posters and flags in support of the suffering nation. Ukrainian citizens spoke on behalf of their people, pleading for assistance and co-operation from South Africa and the public. Men, women, and children collected to express their distress and anger at the government, and their fear for the safety of their fellow citizens and homeland. The 2-hour protest was accompanied by fundraising for Ukrainians in need, songs from traditional Ukrainian heritage and the national anthem, while cars driving past hooted in support of the gathering. “This is not for Ukraine, this is for the South African Constitution,” said spokesperson Dzvinka Kachur, reading aloud the UAZA petition for South Africa to condemn the invasion, explaining that while the rest of the world had come together in support of Ukraine, “the South African Government had abstained from the UNGA vote to condemn the illegal and illegitimate invasion of Ukraine”. Kachur addressed the crowd, stating “every South African should be ashamed of their government who, despite its difficult history, its fight for democracy and fight against apartheid, has abstained.” Kachur drew on famous South African idols to reiterate her points: “Steve Biko said there is no freedom in silence, but that is what we see from today’s government.” The UAZA petition also called for the government to “allow visa-free entrance to South Africa for Ukrainians whose family members are temporarily or permanently living in South Africa”. “My own children who were born in South Africa, today don’t have their Ukrainian home” says Kachur, “and tomorrow might lose their South African home too.” ALL AGES. Supporters both young and old gathered in front of Parliament to advocate for Ukraine. Various spokespeople followed Kachur’s speech, giving their own personal stories, accounts of their homes in Ukraine now destroyed and of fellow Ukrainians being denied visa applications and being told to return to their country of residence to apply. “I am angry!” says a young Ukrainian woman, moved to tears as she spoke up for her country. “My people can’t even sleep at night, because they don’t know if they are going to wake up!” It is in light of these injustices that the UAZA called on the public and the South African government to “open their eyes”; hear their voices, and “reaffirm the values of human rights”. Ending with a plan for future protests, the UAZA representatives pleaded one last time to the public, to visit their website www.UAZA.co.za and find out more information on how to donate and support the Ukrainian people during this time of crisis.

A woman's essence is a fireball of feminity- With streaks of masculinity across her spirit- With the weight of life perched on her gentle shoulders- he leads mankind to tomorrow Nature and the elements are a part of heart She floats and feels like the water Like the fire, she blazes the world But like the earth, she is a mother. Moderation isn't in her self She is a complex web of contradictions Sophistication is the color of her aura Sometimes it's just too much for the world. We go by many names We go through many ways I see myself in her, steadfast and strong Always a woman.

Reborn in spring' is a story of a lover who is not ready to give upon his lost love. Through the seasons, through the colors he will find his love. Some sheets of the mist yet to be dispersed, last dew drops yet to be fallen and receding winter is yet to send the final shivers down his spine. Carrying colors all dry and canvas all frozen he wishes to paint his own spring with his fingers turned numb and brittle, a spring one of its kind. Dragging some blue down the snow laden mountains, he painted the river fresh and clear, flowing and splashing a symphony absolutely divine. Blowing some brown and shades of green, he would paint the forests lush with bright golden butterflies flying beyond the space, flying beyond the time. To bring about the mornings, he who kept yellow deep in his pockets throughout the winters, painted the sun a little warmer and with a brighter shine. Sprinkling some more glitters around in the clear sky over a night he would not sleep, he painted the moon full, cold and tinged red hot with some burning wine. And to wipe the colors off his fingers, he would paint her, his love, into an evening, calm after the chaos, vaporized dark brown with some coffee, smooth and fine. Born in autumn, bleak and dull grey, reborn in spring, he threw the left over colors into the air, some smoked tan for her body and vibrant grey for his own mind.

This painting is named The Harmony of Nightmares' because the entire scene is composed to reflect nightmares that I have. The entire painting is done in monochrome with the color Prussian blue, which gives this painting its depressing look and resemblance to a horror scene. The colour blue is also something that affected my mindset. It made me feel the pain more and more as I kept looking at the blue-filled 7 foot canvas. https://www.instagram.com/souravsaha4814 I started the painting in the middle of the COVID-19 when my family faced a few deaths due to the pandemic and I visited the local hospital, which was filled with recently dead bodies of the people of my city, many of whom I knew. I decided to depict the scene of the people looking at their loved ones dead faces for the first time and their pain their anguish. But as months passed and I kept working on this piece, which is the largest I have attempted till date. All the deaths and suicides of my loved once kept haunting me like nightmares. This is how the narrative changed to shown my inner world like the hospital filled with deaths and anguish. In the composition I deliberately did not add any eyes for any of the other figures. Only the largest figure in the left side is shown with an open eye because it is a self portrait and I am witnessing the scene. My figure is looking in the right direction which is mirrored by a skeleton with its skull cracked as if I am looking into my future and contemplating that this is going to be my ultimate fate. All the figures show my pain and depression and therefore made with expressive forms.

Why would I need an antidote to melancholy It's the wind under my wings The sadness I need for my poetry It's the melody that keeps me up at night Art devours me whole when I'm at loss for words and air Melancholy sounds strange but fits my trembling hands just fine when I'm holding The quill that writes my story A story that's melancholy in description An antidote to the hope and heartbreak The bittersweet book of love that I'm reading often leaves me disappointed And all I have left Is my melancholy It holds me in the quite/white winter dusk and caresses my hair When my countless lovers adrift The sunlight rarely burns through my skin anymore It's the moonlight I crave The feelings of madness that I await Why would I need an antidote to melancholy

I’d be content with the burning of every gallery if it ensured the preservation of the artistry that is your mind.

A reinterpretation of the myth of Echo and Narcissus by Ovid. https://www.instagram.com/lilacryl?hl=de5

I was listening to an instrumental and words started coming to me and I started writing how I was feeling. https://www.instagram.com/Ju.universe Looking out my window Peeping the blue sky Smoking on Indica I think that I am high Wondering if god can see me with that third view eye Are you humans tired of all the lies (Nah they ain’t ready) Waking up wondering if I should even try I wake up everyday in depression my own demise I’m trying not to cry, grateful for all my blessings Learning my bliss and learning my lessons Up and down emotions go (woah) Namaste let it flow (oh) Ya mind go so and so (go) acting like sheep people In my head on train rides In my head in car rides To cry is to be alive To be alive, that’s a ride Living in my head that’s safe Laying in my bed half safe Have you ever felt out of place Living in my head that's my favorite place Walk outside unsafe is there a safer place? Tryin to find my way to the great escape

Written in the afternoon after a sleepless night. There's always so much, so much going on inside my brain as soon as I hit the bed. 40kipapecheypoetry.instgram.in/ After dusk, past midnight When footsteps have submerged Under the sound of sleep, When the stars are merry In the sun shunned camp, At two am In lieu of slumber, I grasp for distant memories A dozen fresh tales hush in Painted in hues of pandemonium They dance to the thud of my heart. At two am, The known and unknown, The past and present and everything else They schemingly culminate into an anxious ball, That ambushes and strikes my eyelid walls. Yet again for the sake of it, at two am I let myself entertain these wandering thoughts, Thoughts that runs across with child-like glee. Half past two, a wily laughter knocks on my head For these sly ones have at last, alas, Stolen my sleep away. One sheep and two sheep, counting all the way I am left pondering…pondering.

The writing is based on imagination, love. İts about a girl falling in love but cant say it to that person and having to watch that person loving another girl. Light preferred to scatter on your shoulder, Light preferred to kiss your cheeks, Ligkt quietly collected your shadow to fill my heart; When your face betrayed the sadness, When your tone was different from usual, I thought how to bring back your smile; I wanted to be your love, The winding alleys we once walked through, staring at each other, In these absurd details, Where hope is hidden? I quickly moved into your heart, But you didn't accept the invitation with no regret, I could've given you my all, No matter where the end was, the road would've been filled with sweetness; I couldn't conquer your love, And you hid the words I do for someone else, But no matter what I'll be waiting in those winding alleys we once walked through, And be waiting for your exclusive sweetness.