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Here are the easy ways to find out if your partner’s love is true or fake!

Love is a complex and multifaceted emotion that has been explored in literature, music, and art for centuries. At its core, love is an intense feeling of affection and connection towards another person. It can take many forms, including romantic love, familial love, and platonic love.

Love is often described as a powerful force that has the ability to bring people together and inspire them to do great things. It is a feeling that can be both exhilarating and terrifying, as it requires vulnerability and trust. While love can bring immense joy and happiness, it can also bring heartache and pain. Ultimately, love is a fundamental part of the human experience that has been celebrated and scrutinized throughout history.

Identifying fake love can be challenging, but it’s important to be able to recognize it in order to avoid getting hurt or being taken advantage of. Here are some key signs to look out for:

It’s all about them

If your partner only seems to care about their own needs and desires, and doesn’t take your feelings or needs into consideration, it could be a sign that their love is not genuine.

They don’t listen

Communication is key in any relationship, and if your partner consistently ignores what you have to say or doesn’t seem interested in your thoughts and feelings, it could be a sign that they’re not truly invested in the relationship.

They’re inconsistent

If your partner’s behavior is unpredictable and they’re hot and cold with their emotions, it could be a sign that they’re not truly invested in the relationship or are only interested in it when it’s convenient for them.

They’re controlling

If your partner tries to control your every move or make all the decisions in the relationship, it could be a sign that their love is not genuine and they’re more interested in having power and control over you.

They’re not supportive

A true partner will support your goals and dreams, but if your partner consistently puts you down or doesn’t show any interest in what you’re passionate about, it could be a sign that their love is not genuine.

They’re secretive

If your partner is hiding things from you or is not open and honest with you about their life, it could be a sign that they’re not truly invested in the relationship and may be hiding something from you.

They don’t want to commit

If your partner is not interested in committing to the relationship or is hesitant to take it to the next level, it could be a sign that their love is not genuine and they’re not truly invested in the relationship.

Remember, love should be a two-way street, and both partners should be invested in the relationship and each other’s well-being. If you notice any of these signs, it may be time to reevaluate the relationship and consider moving on.

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Mi último aliento: Poem by Alejandra Veruschka

Es pleno día y el sol ya no alumbra como antes,
las tinieblas envuelven el entorno de nuestra aldea.
Se aproxima una tormenta de arena, no se puede respirar,
se escucha como silbidos graves y agudos; allí fuera.

No recuerdo la edad que ahora tengo,
Solo veo frente a mí, un antiguo espejo
que refleja un rostro y un cuerpo demacrado.
Asustada, cierro los ojos para recordar el tiempo pasado.

Lo que ahora nos falta, un día sobró en nuestros días.
Hoy traemos en el aliento, incontables historias y agonías.
de esos días felices cuando respirábamos aire puro.
Pero fue más fácil para el ser humano crear, fábricas y llenarse
los bolsillos de dinero sin importar las consecuencias,
botando desechos químicos en nuestros ríos, bosques
y ciudades, contaminando el aire que se expandió por el planeta
con nubarrones de níquel y de lluvias ácidas.

Hace un tiempo, la naturaleza empezó a pasarnos factura,
los ríos están se secaron, los árboles desaparecieron,
las enfermedades se multiplicaron y nosotros quedamos sin aliento.

Regreso a mi sillón después de la turbulencia,
mis latidos se están apagando, ya casi no siento mi respiración,
sin embargo, tengo la esperanza de que un día el ser humano
vuelva respirar del aire puro que aliviaba al sol.

Alejandra Veruschka
D/Reservados, Bolivia

Alejandra Veruschka San Miguel Avalos, Lic. Contador Público, Escritor, poeta y Art, Plástico. Diplomado en Promotor de lectura
Miembro activo: Unión Monárquica Balear- España, Embajador distintas Org. Literarias internacionales. Reconocimientos internacionales por la trayectoria literaria. Fundador Presidente del Centro Cultural “Versos desde el Pilcomayo”
-Publicación, “Latidos desde el Pilcomayo” y las antologías “Los Reyes de la tertulia “(Bolivia 2019-2020-2021-2022). Antologías estudiantiles “Los Príncipes de la Tertulia ETG.” Bolivia 2020- 2021- 2022

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THE TRUTH, I’M COGNIZANT OF: Poem by Dr Bhawani Shankar Nial

The truth is known
fully well that
all that I claim
to be mine today,
all my affluence,
my prosperties, my landed
properties and
my great domain,
shall parish away one day.

It’s a truth that
everything shall pass away:
this soothing morning and
its great effects,
the great historical day,
the footprints of the first
glistening sun
of the free country and
the magnetic effect
of the night prelude to
the Great Freedom.

I know that,
my pride throne will not be
there from tomorrow,
there will be no kingdom and
its innocent subjects,
there will be no power,
no rivals to fight with,
and no sycophants
will be seen buzzing around
me from tomorrow morning.

I know the truth that
I know nothing, nothing at all
I knew nothing ever before.

But, I’m sure
I know why I born and
why should I die one day

I know the secrets
of my death
as my enemies
may get success one day
in their heinous conspiracy
against me.

Though they failed
many a times during
my short – stay with this body
they will definitely
get success one day,
the very day of my death.

Original Poem by
Dr. Bhawani Shankar Nial

Translated by
Dr.Tapan Kumar Rath

About the author

Bhawani Shankar Nial is a poet, editor, thinker and human rights activist. Originally an Odia poet of high repute, he also writes in Hindi. He is the author of three poetry collections in Odia (Srusti, Pachash Barshara Pachash Phasala, Jhiara Chitrakhata), two in Hindi and two in English (An Encounter with Death, Lockdown). He is the Chief Editor of The Mahuri, a widely circulated Odia literary magazine. His poetry embodies a hieroglyphic manifestation on variegated minutiae of human conditions and relationships. His poetic oeuvre is impregnated with multidimensional themes of love and longings at one hand and unmusical themes of bread, food, hunger etc. on the other. This anthology, a compilation of his poems on death consciousnessis, is Bhawani’s first poetry collection in English.

 

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TARGET: Poem by Aneek Chatterjee

Evening wraps up the day and
unfolds a long night.
The old eagle finally settles down
on the big, tall tree.
In this juncture of orange lights,
someone whispers:
the night ahead is long;
try to sail through the night.
And I get ready with my bow
and arrow to target adikia,
fear, holocaust, charade.

In the morning, after a long
sleepless night, I find all
arrows are targetting me.

Poem by
Aneek Chatterjee
© Aneek Chatterjee 2023

Aneek Chatterjee is a poet and academic. He has published more than five hundred poems in reputed literary magazines and anthologies across the globe. He has authored and edited 16 books including four poetry collections and a novel. Chatterjee has a PhD in International Relations and he has been teaching at leading Indian and foreign universities. He was a Fulbright Visting Professor at the University of Virginia, USA and a recipient of the prestigious ICCR Chair (Govt of India) to teach abroad. His poetry has been archived at Yale University. Contact: akchatjee@gmail.com

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NEED FOR A UNIVERSITY OF ETHICS TO GIVE A U-TURN TO CONTEMPORARY CIVILIZATION TOWARDS RE-HUMANIZATION

Humanity is not a race, it is a value.
And we have lost it in our blind
pursuit of success and prosperity.
Anand

In this age of falling moral standards and near-absolute absence of the sense of discrimination between good and evil, we find that the structures which imparted values to humanity have been erased out of existence, or distorted so that they stand only in form, while their essence is essentially lost. Let us look at religion. All the goodness that it preaches remains restricted to the holy pages, while what we see going on in society is utter lack of divinity even among the holiest of holy people. Religion has been reduced to a habit, a custom, a rite, and its spirit has been taken away. In the same way, the second structure which was supposed to maintain morality in the system was the teaching profession. It has been dropped from the list of ‘noble professions’. It is not a matter of choice with our youngsters. It is only a matter of employment, a dry attachment to a job from which we extract monthly salary to support the family. The systems which decide the content of teaching subjects want that there should be no literature in the syllabi, students should learn only how to write a letter, a quotation, and how to draft advertisements. The third structure that has fallen, absolutely, is the presence of the grand parents at home. Need I mention the broken family system, and the single-parent families where old people have been exiled from homes and quarantined old age homes? Who is there to teach the stories of Raja Harish Chander and Shakuntala, and even the Ramayana to the young minds? They have been replaced with the TV which has tumbled them into a world of consumerist culture, day and night telling them, eat this eat that, making them obese in body and mind too.

Man or a Perfect Manipulator

With all the moralizing structures gone with the wind, we are now in a helpless state, in which the modern generation is exposed to market values. It is commerce, success, wealth, power and fame that rule the minds of men. In fact, let us agree that in a society, what happens is decided by the government and these days, governments want smart men who look charming, and intelligent, and who can be masterminds. In other words, modern society needs manipulators, who have mastered the art of success, because ultimately, it is the success that matters in a competitive conglomerate to which our society has been reduced.

The culture of corruption that has made inroads into human society on a spectacular scale has increased the pace of humanity towards self-destruction. Philosophically, we appear to be at the end of the cycle of Kalyuga, and this being the last phase of the epoch, we can see signs of an imminent disaster waiting for us, when every value has been lost. Humanity is not a race, it is a value. And we have lost it in our pursuit of success and prosperity.

What do we require today?

We are opening universities, and colleges, and sending our kids abroad for education.
It is all a surcharged exercise to make money, and then, more money so that you can lead a life of comfort and luxury. I wonder if there is any other passion which works with our younger generations. I want to underline what makes India different from western cultures. India stands for a life which believes in God, in godliness, in religion, in scriptures like Ramayana and Mahabharata, in Guru Nanak, in Tulsi Das, in Rabindranath Tagore and in Mahatma Gandhi. There is no India if you drop even one person from your search. India never dwelt on BARE LIVING PRACTICES as we are now going to imbibe in our upcoming generations. Earning money or a job makes 20 per cent of a man’s life, the rest of it is leading a life in love, compassion, family, believing in goodness, working hard and praying.

And what we are now preaching is a lifestyle which is shorn of all values. Which has only money as the first and the last value. It is a destructive passion that we are teaching to our younger generations. How many old couples are now taking care of each other, because their kids have migrated to US or Canada? And how many when die, remain unattended by their sons at their funerals?

Man is not body, nor bones. Man is his emotions. His family. His love. His likes his dislikes.
His peace. His time. His vacant hours. His dreams. We deny all these things and force them to live on money and impractical dreams of a high life. If we remove our flesh from our bones, can we sustain ourselves? Where are emotions in our blood? In our flesh? Where are dreams in our minds? And visions in our eyes? We are much more than bare bones. No science can dissect us. Let these people who decide our fate know this fact.

THE COUNTER-BLAST

We, all those who wish well to this society, who want values to return to our younger generations, who want that we must rise above crass commercialism, and turn human again, need to join heads together. Certain things are clear. We cannot look for correction towards religion. Education has been destroyed by masters of commercialism. And family system has gone down the drain. Our worry is how to inculcate Humanism among our growing children, who are going to make our world tomorrow. How to bring them to realize that this society needs certain values of goodness, humanity, honesty and integrity. That wealth is not the last value. That fame, power are glittering illusions only.

We can do so if in each state, we have a University of Ethics, which should be beyond the pale of all religions, regions, and creeds. We need to teach literature and philosophy, and issue 6 month certificate courses in Moral Engineering and make them compulsory to pass Higher Secondary. No person who does not possess a degree can get into a job. A three year degree programme in Moral Engineering may give us Ethical Supervisors to be placed, one in ten schools in a cluster. In Universities too, we need to open Department of Ethics, and make the study compulsory in every department.

Let us take the cue from Shanti Niketan. That is a University with a different mindset. Let us in each state open a University of Ethics, so that the world knows we have taken the much needed U-turn. It will be India’s pioneering effort to push the world back from the brink of moral disaster.

Article by
Dr. JERNAIL SINGH ANAND

Jernail S AanandDr. Jernail Singh Anand is an Honorary Member of the Association of Serbian Writers. He is Prof. Emeritus in Indian Literature at The European Institute of the Roma Studies and Research Belgrade. Dr Anand has authored more than 150 books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, spirituality and philosophy. He is credited with the theory of Biotext in critical theory. His work has been translated into more than twenty world languages. Author of 9 epics which are regarded as modern classics, Anand has organized 4 International Literary Conferences, latest of them, in Chandigarh. He was conferred Franz Kafka Laureateship 2022 and International Aco Karamanov Poetry Award 2022 (Mecedonia).

More about the author: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jernail_Singh_Anand?

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain: Poem by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –

Poem by Emily Dickinson

 

 

Poem by Emily Dickinson ,Writers EditionEmily Dickinson (December 10, 1830–May 15, 1886) was an American poet best known for her eccentric personality and her frequent themes of death and mortality. Although she was a prolific writer, only a few of her poems were published during her lifetime. Despite being mostly unknown while she was alive, her poetry—nearly 1,800 poems altogether—has become a staple of the American literary canon, and scholars and readers alike have long held a fascination with her unusual life.

 

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poem by emily dickinson in writers edition

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain: Poem by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –

Poem by
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson (December 10, 1830–May 15, 1886) was an American poet best known for her eccentric personality and her frequent themes of death and mortality. Although she was a prolific writer, only a few of her poems were published during her lifetime. Despite being mostly unknown while she was alive, her poetry—nearly 1,800 poems altogether—has become a staple of the American literary canon, and scholars and readers alike have long held a fascination with her unusual life.

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THE GENDER IMBALANCE: Poem by Jernail S Aanand

If you go anywhere,
You find men and men
And few women
Are they really small in number?
No, they are forced within
The four walls.

Now ‘thankfully’,
Homes have lost two walls
And roof too is cracked
And we can see the eternal prisoners
Enjoying sunbath and fresh air
On the outskirts of the darker times

Men supply the shortages
Of female colleagues
With a powerful dose
Of imagination.
Which mind is free
From feminine fantasies?

If both the sexes had got
Equal opportunities,
Civilization would have
Fared (faired) better,
Than limping on one leg
The other tied with apron strings.

They are neither weaker
Nor dependent on men,
Having endured untold suffering
They have proved their steadfastness
It is time to decide new mores
So that the balance is restored.

Forget it only at your peril
For every boy, a girl is born
Somewhere in the world
No human crook can belie
Gods’ sense of balance
Which we men both deny and defy.

Poem by
Jernail S Aanand
© Jernail S Aanand

Jernail S AanandDr Jernail Singh Anand is an Honorary Member of the Association of Serbian Writers. He is Prof Emeritus in Indian Literature at The European Institute of the Roma Studies and Research Belgrade. Dr Anand has authored more than 150 books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, spirituality and philosophy. He is credited with the theory of Biotext in critical theory. His work has been translated into more than twenty world languages. Author of 9 epics which are regarded as modern classics, Anand has organized 4 International Literary Conferences, latest of them, in Chandigarh. He was conferred Franz Kafka Laureateship 2022 and International Aco Karamanov Poetry Award 2022 (Mecedonia).

 

 

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FORBIDDEN LOVE: Poem by Briji K T

Dipped my brush in hue and made strokes,
Strokes which conceive ideas and thoughts
Thoughts I put forth on my canvas,
And seldom I fall in love with my creations!
A Nazarene lad came alive on my canvas,
The happy shepherd who leads his folks to wisdom.
I adore the Omnipotent for his ideals and principles
The brave heart who pledged his life for love.
I took my brush and gently applied the hue of love
The tip of his nose was warm and beautiful
He has a half smile on his lips which is yet to complete…
I felt a throb on the bristle which sustained my fingertips
My heart raised and my hands trembled
as he stared at me
Did I hurt the tranquillity in your eyes, Rabbi?
All barriers surpass the norms of the portrait
But it’s arbitrary …I contented.
The unfamiliar glance perplexed me
I wailed as the canvas was empty the day next.!
I wandered on the banks of the sea of Galeeli for a glance and..
To pick up a word
The dialect of Aramaic which my shepherd spoke.
Behold lady … repent and never sin again.!
I have sinned..but
The first stone…must be from the people
who have never sinned!

Poem by 
Briji K T
© Briji KT

 

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DREAM

Everyone has a dream in his life that they want to achieve when they grow up. Some kids want to become rich so that they can buy anything and some want to be a doctor, lawyers, or engineers. But only you know that for achieving these goals you have to work hard and stay attentive to them.

For turning a dream into reality the first thing that you need is determination. This will help you in a lot of ways. Firstly, it will help you decide the course of action for doing anything. Besides, it will also help you to plan the journey ahead. Also, it will help to take things slow and maintain a steady pace towards the dream.

Moreover, no matter how big my dream planning and setting short-term goals will always help. This is important because rushing toward your dream will not going to help you in any way. Besides, there is some dream that requires time and they follow a process without following it you cannot achieve that dream.

Lack of motivation is one of the main causes that force a person to leave his dream behind. So, staying motivated is also part of the goal. And if you can’t stay positive then you won’t be able to achieve the dream. There are many people out there that quit the journey of their dreams mid-way because they lack motivation.

For completing the dream you have to keep your dream in the mind. And remind this dream to yourself daily. There come hard times when you feel like quitting at those times just remember the goal it helps you stay positive. And if you feel like you messed up big times then start over with a fresh mind.

You don’t need to cover milestones to reward yourself. Set a small target towards your dream and on fulfilling them reward yourself.  These rewards can be anything from toffee to your favorite thing. Besides, this is a good way of self-motivation.

Working towards your goal does not mean that you work day and night without stopping. Apart from that, due to continuous efforts, people soon start to become de-motivated. So, taking a break will help your body and mind. For doing so, take a break in between your schedule for some time and engage yourself in other activities.

Your company affects you in a lot of ways than you can imagine. So, be with the people who appreciate you and stay away from people who distract and criticize you.

We human beings fear making mistakes but with it, we forget an important point that is a mistake helps us to learn. Whenever you make a mistake you face a tough time but these tough times help you to polish yourself and be more determined.

To sum it up, we can say that dreaming of a goal is far easier than achieving it. And for fulfilling your dream you need a lot of things and also have to sacrifice many things.

Above all, for fulfilling your dream plan and work according to it because it will lead you to the right path. And never forget to dream big because they help in overcoming every obstacle in life.

 

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