And I ask myself rhetorically,

Where am I in all this chaos?

In a moment of lucidity,

Or perhaps in a dream,

That will open a portal

To the true life.

Corina Junghiatu, internationally acclaimed poet from Romania, shares her poetry  

Internationally acclaimed Poet Corina Junghiatu was born on12 April in 1981 in Romania. She is also writer and artist. She holds a master’s degree in Philology and Psychopedology from the University of Bucharest, as well as a Bachelor’s degree in Letters and Philosophy. She can speak and write in five foreign languages. Corina has published two books of poetry titled Exile in Light and The Ritual of a Sunrise. Corina has received awards, medals, certificates and recognitions from various literary forums and organizations around the world for her brilliant literary works. She has achieved the “Gujarat Sahitya Academi Award” thrice on the occasion of the 74th, 75th and 76th Independence Day of India. She won the “Order of Shakespeare Medal -2021. She won the SahityaPata Award-2022 on the occasion of the birth anniversary of the national poet of Bangladesh, Kazi Nazrul Islam. She is the Global Publishing Coordinator of Motivational Strips Literary Excellence Academy & Wisdom. She is also the Managing Editor of Medium and Creatividad International. She is the Chief Adviser of the “World Nations Writers’ Union,” Kazakhstan.

A Moment of Lucidity

On the path of life,

Steps are heavy and hollow,

Weighed down by so many bitter “truths.”

The clamor of destinies

Carries on its shoulders crosses of broken dreams,

And in the hustle of happenstances,

Our stars go out one by one,

Like fireflies in an eternal night.

A deafening clatter of ambitions,

Hidden behind the scenes,

After curtains and drapes,

Makes the fragile crusts of conflicts crack.

We traverse meridians and parallels

In search of happiness,

But we learn that a burst of tears

Is the ultimate therapy.

And I ask myself rhetorically,

Where am I in all this chaos?

In a moment of lucidity,

Or perhaps in a dream,

That will open a portal

To the true life.

***

Dispersions

Once, in ancient times, I was a pure child – 

I shaped meanings 

From the seed of wisdom, 

Kneading them with the delicate craft 

Of tender hands, 

To open the gates of questions 

That delved into the depths of knowledge.

Now, behold me, an adult, wandering through the thickets of illusions, 

In a frantic chase 

After the ephemeral smoke of dreams. 

Everything I found has dissipated 

In the turmoil of a mind 

That writhes in a labyrinth, 

And hypotheses, like traps, 

Have turned into prisons of mist. 

I have lost the innocence of questioning, 

And with it, the mystery of truth. 

Only whispers remain, fading 

In the twilight of a time 

That no longer permits answers.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"