Asian Literary Society

PRESS RELEASE Asian Literary Society Organized Three-days Jashn-e-Azadi Festival to celebrate Indian Independence Day 2020 To get our new generation acquainted with our long walk to freedom and pay homage to all those martyrs who sacrificed their lives for our better tomorrow, Asian Literary Society organized JASHN-E-AZADI- a three days online festival from 13 th  August 2020  to 15th August 2020. In this festival eminent literary luminaries and artists from all over the country enthusiastically participated to celebrate Indian Independence Day and paid tribute to our great leaders as well as unsung heroes. Mr. Manoj Krishnan (Founder, Asian Literary Society, and author) welcomed all the eminent guests and artists in JASHN-E-AZADI festival.  The festival encompassed live conversations with Chief Guest Dr. Balmiki Prasad Singh (Former Governor of Sikkim), Guest of Honours Dr. Varsha Das (Former Director, National Gandhi Museum),  "Padma Vibhushan" Dr. R. Chidambaram (...

Young boy from a small town and a mediocre family, Cherished big dreams in his magnetic eyes lived shyly. Be it engineering,astronomy, physics or aeronautics, Was dextrously adept at handling all the dynamics. Had a humble background but ambitions sky high, Goals set,readied nuances and determined to fly. Malleable brilliant mind leaving behind a lucrative career, Forays into an uncertain world ruled by mafia all over. Dazzle and splendour caught him in a short span of time, He climbed up so steep,a valid reason so sublime. Sharp focus,due diligence and a fearless mind, Broke all the shackles leaving negativity behind. Rose to a height where eagles dare to fly, Looked at the stars with a gleaming telescopic eye. Alas! irresponsibly bullied,harassed,subdued and troubled, Despite all the malaise,he still remain humbled. Vicious thoughts and conspiratory deeds of his rivals, Could not tolerate his magnificent and trendy arrival. Brutally assaulted-the journey ended of a brilliant man, Had...

  Fly high girl! Fly where eagles dare Don't let sky be your limit. Let your sky be horizon less Let hurdles shroud your path Let shadows befall your way Your intrepidity will lit your way Fly high girl! Fly where eagles dare. Don't let sky be your limit. Let superstitious minds speak Let them think you've wax wings Don't be touched by gender disparity For you are reincarnation of Gaea, Mother of all beings. Fly high girl! Fly where eagles dare. Don't let sky be your limit. Let your intellect vanquish all myths Let your heart subjugate all frailties Let your spirit arise from ashes You shall reach your goal one day.

Where the avian giants Spread their wide wings And roam in the territorial sky to keep eyes on enemy's act. Where the flying heroes maneuver their fighter crafts To intercept the intruders' planes And chase them back to their land. Where the great warriors On all weather conditions Remain vigilant round the clock To protect their Motherland. Where the eagles dare To roam high in the sky Challenging the storms With their mighty wings. Where the valiant raptors  Keep beaks and claws ready For a fierce fight with rivals And tear the opponents apart. A country with rich heritage Where mothers give birth to heroes Whose numerous valiant deeds Sing the song of brave hearts.

Still, I remember those moonless nights. When stars shine bright. I wait for a   glimpse of a shooting star, looks like a glittering ray. To wish for a letter from his side the next day. Those flowering, flattering words. How I   read and smell   like a fresh florets from a divine abode. Those days I live in an Eldorado valley   The fragrance of lavender in every alley. Chirpy birds, vivacious rivulets, an ecstasy of sighting a shooting star! Living with him in a dream as if he was not so far. Sing a song "love is in the air", a duet And how love made everyone a poet. Once he wrote, " When you see a shooting star, just think that it is me, coming to glance my moon, which is you". Profound love though the meeting was few. We were too far by distance at that time yet so close by heart, with the aid of a sleek shooting star full of grace. Who plays a cupid role with ease. Now with so many gadgets, to   call, see, messages   wh...

I wish to go to faraway lands like a dandelion seed. A gush of wind  would be my navigator  deciphering the silence of loneliness flying upon the glistening sea watching the streams of spring. Caressed by the swift breeze filling the vacuum in my heart I embrace the swaying boughs which will sweep away my melancholy wading through the cerulean skies Away from those prying eyes  to soothe my aching heart lingering pain, flipping emotions an amazing excursion trip only for me, my soul and my conscience.

Bonfire by the beach, with mellow waves hitting the sand - Under a moonlit sky, a perfect holiday, just as we had planned! But the bluish-green verdure of the littoral woods, Cajoled and beckoned, tempting us, from where she stood. Like flies drawn to fire, we gave in to her charm, And she guided us in, the gracious host, aloof yet warm. A curious mist hung in the air, in a promiscuous allure, With her enticing scent that reminded you of a princess, demure! She ushered us in farther, into depths yet unexplored, Where sat a pristine loch, crystal-clear to its core, Where denizens of the woods, came in ones and twos, To quench their thirst with water, as pure as drops of dew. Night birds, rabbits and deer : all drank from the holy grail, The elves and centaurs came too : creatures from fairy tales. The moon, a glorious orb, graced the celestial scene, The stars winked in glee, we wondered if all this was real. We woke up on the sand, the next day, tired, sun-dazed, Still marveling in won...