DO NOT WAIT - by Ehsan Sehgal

DO  NOT  WAIT by   Ehsan Sehgal Listen, do not wait for me Do not love sad hearts Cruel people give pain Lovely people cry You marry without telling To living a happy life I have also made Your false or true love As my life As my God and worship Listen, do not wait for me

DEAR WORLD - by Saajida Abdul Kader

DEAR  WORLD by Saajida Abdul Kader Oh dear World, It’s me, your adversary If only you could play fair Hypocrisy and deception would never dare Confront me with your sword of truth and honour And I will show you bliss in every corner Bombard me with you deceit and lies And I will be forever tormented  by this illustrious disguise I’ll shield you into a distant part Storming tears from my somber eyes An eternal burden you shall cart Further and further from my heart

BARTER - by Sara Teasdale

BARTER by   Sara  Teasdale Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

HAYDEN WILLIAMS - fashion illustrator - England

PAUL GUSTAV FISCHER (1860 -1934) - Danish painter.

Self-portrait (1909)

Paul Gustav Fischer (1860 -1934) was a Danish painter.

Paul Fischer was born in Copenhagen, Denmark. He belonged to the fourth generation of a Jewish family which originally came from Poland. He was the son of Philip August Fischer (1817-1907) and Gustafva Albertina Svedgren (1827-83). The family was upper middle class; His father had started as a painter, but later succeeded in the business of manufacturing paints and lacquers.

His formal art education lasted only a short time in his mid teens when he spent two years at the Royal Danish Academy of Art in Copenhagen. Fischer began to paint when he was still young, guided by his father. He worked from 1878-88 at the father's factory and exhibited regularly at Charlottenborg Spring Exhibition 1884-1902

It was thanks to a painting he had published in Ude og Hjemme that his reputation began to evolve as he came in contact with young Danish naturalists. His earlier paintings depict city life. For this reason, he has been called "Copenhagen's painter" (Københavns maler). After a stay in Paris from 1891–1895, his colours became richer and lighter. It was not long before Fischer gained fame as a painter of cities, not just Copenhagen, but scenes from Scandinavia, Italy and Germany, reaching his zenith between 1890 and 1910.

He benefited from contemporaries in Norway and Sweden, especially Carl Larsson. Around this time, he also painted bright, sunny bathing scenes, some with nude women, and developed an interest in posters, inspired by Théophile Steinlen and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. 

During the period when he actively painted, Danish art was dominated by Laurits Tuxen. Despite Fischer's lack of critical recognition during his lifetime, his art sold well. One major event in which he succeeded over Tuxen was when Sweden transferred the sovereignty of Norway back to the Norwegians - Fischer rather than Tuxen got the commission from the King of Norway to paint the event.

Fischer was first married in 1886 to Dagny Grønneberg (1867-1920) The marriage was dissolved. He was married a second time in 1914 with concert singer Martha Vilhelmine Jensen (1888-1966). He died in Gentofte during 1934

A QUESTION - by Shahida Latif

A  QUESTION by  Shahida Latif A dumb damsel standing on the brim, At the moonlit night, engrossed, forlorn, Questions to the glittering golden stars; To the moon playing hide and seek, Disappearing then showing itself, From behind the ragged clouds: The tattered shawl of the sky, To the serene silence of the night, To the sleeping humanity enjoying itself, Delicious sweet slumber, To the clattering water of the fountain beneath, To the nodding trees absorbed in conversation, On some profound matter of universal weight; To the dew drops falling imperceptibly, Lest they should disturb, Tranquility of the sleeping the world; To the beams of the moon that make her heart, Perturbed awakening the hurricane of desires, To the cool air that enflames her entire existence, “Why has my fate been coupled, To a dried out tree, all peeled off, With the burly rope of destiny ? ”

A BRIEF LOVE LETTER - by Nizar Qabbani

A  BRIEF  LOVE  LETTER  by  Nizar  Qabbani   My darling, I have much to say Where o precious one shall I begin ? All that is in you is princely O you who makes of my words through their meaning Cocoons of silk These are my songs and this is me This short book contains us Tomorrow when I return its pages A lamp will lament A bed will sing Its letters from longing will turn green Its commas be on the verge of flight Do not say: why did this youth Speak of me to the winding road and the stream The almond tree and the tulip So that the world escorts me wherever I go ? Why did he sing these songs ? Now there is no star That is not perfumed with my fragrance Tomorrow people will see me in his verse A mouth the taste of wine, close-cropped hair Ignore what people say You will be great only through my great love What would the world have been if we had not been If your eyes had not been, what would the world have been?