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Everyone is invited.

 

Please read the following guidelines before submitting your work to us.

-To submit your work all you have to do is email it to thepoctimes@gmail.com
-Your work should be original, and not copied off the internet. Otherwise, this will result in plagiarism.
-There is no particular limitation on the number of entries you can send, but we usually pick the best of the lot.
-We accept everything – art, poetry, quotes, fiction, nonfiction, travelogues, recipes, fashion ideas, photographs, videos, recordings etc.
-We also accept SoundCloud links and MP3 files.
-We do not accept edits with backgrounds taken off from the internet or even quotes by other authors.
-Even if the background image and quotes are yours, please don’t paste it onto the image and send us, because many times the text isn’t clear and doesn’t match the theme.
-If you want to post on our channel, you need to get in touch with Willow Lucy. (Message us privately, and we’ll help you get in touch with her)

Designing:

-If you want your photograph or artwork to be on the cover, your work must be related to the theme and should be in portrait mode. The approximate dimensions are 12 * 10 inches.
-To get a full page to yourself, your image needs to be 12 * 10 inches.
-For a double page spread, your image needs to be approximately 12 * 20 inches.
-Sending a poem along with an image doesn’t guarantee that they’ll be grouped together in the magazine. We often pair them with other works, and we may or may not use your image. This is because we work with limited space and our magazine is about uniting different forms of art.

Copyright info:

-Please try not to send us images with big watermarks as we might remove it or not accept your photo at all. This is to avoid making the image look out of place. You do not need to worry because we give you full credit anyway by adding new watermarks. We’re cool with small ones though.
-Your work is edited while designing the mag, and by editing, we mean rectifying grammatical and spelling errors, and maybe just adjusting the size, the brightness and the contrast of your images.
-When you send us your work for publishing, we partially own the rights to it. And since we will be launching print issues soon, we need to very careful while redistributing. So, please send us fresh content meant exclusively for our publication. If you work has been published in other magazines, pls do not send it to us.
-Please don’t send us stuff that has been posted on a blog either. This denies us of new and unique content.

Remember, you can email us for any other queries. Happy creating!

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Precious Trust

All Credits: Teddy ©
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Some dreams are a journey,
To a place which never sees the end.
Asking for the thirsty embers to stay,
And be the twilight of the night.
When the burning strings of the pearl sky
become the home of all innocent quills,
Nothing can pierce a heart that can weep,
No scream of the eternity can let it sleep.
Oh! Holy trail left behind a wandering lust,
Which says, “Moonlight can wink and blush”

Some thoughts can weave parting songs,
And some reasons never see beyond the hug.
When tulips found the rose stranded alone,
No more a bleeding soul found the crying crimson.
Then like this, lashes of water on the cliff-side
left marks of an ocean with the scattered tide,
A letter written to the golden skyline saying
“Some dreams are just a journey to a place which never sees the end”.

 

-Teddy ©

 

Beauty Is In Freedom

Life is hard. We all are tied to responsibilities we can’t ignore. Reaching the pinnacle of success is what we all yearn for. But in this process we fail to realize what is beautiful. Beauty, as  now in the society, is synonymous to being attractive and popular. And all these beauty hardly reflects the spirit of a human being. The liberation of a human heart from all sins and prejudice is the truest definition of beauty.

 

Water flow in reminisce sorrow,
Spool ticks in waves of noises,
the beauty folds in the sleeping sight
Tonight the sun rose again,
devoid by the winter winds,
when the stars found their light
in thee eyes.

Embers of paradise found thee,
where the sun rose in farthest dreams
No life born without love of thee
for what brings hope, hope to fly,
Blooms in eye of thy octave,
Serene hues brought us to unite
And ignite flames of our soul.

The bellow jasmine streams
a love in tune with the wings,
a feel of miles tide
screams fall down below,
tied to the stars in sight
yes beauty is in freedom!

  • Teddy ©

Original Post HERE

 

Work of Wet Art

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Gift of myths aroused with the colors,
Of old and forever waves when came home,
Lost in the arms of tide, lost with the love,
Reading with the sigh of those storms screaming.

Lighthouse waiting for his bride in peace,
Counting the countless rainshowers,
Waiting for these splashes to know how,
How a half broken fire light up the whole sky!

Alone, guiding the water to every tears,
A whirlpool of silent cries lived the shores,
Some hanging petals of lust reaching the depth,
To be the evening on every forgotten eyesight.

Long were the arms craving to be touched,
The other broken wishes burnt with its fire,
Never a step taken away from these curses,
The sea softly doused the beach to its peace.

-Teddy ©
Photo Credits: Internet

My November

All credits: Teddy ©

My November
Just remember,

Your absence is what can make noise,

Feeling of being lonely is a living carcass,

This pain has ignited the unknown,

Remember, someday I will be home,

And my days will kiss your embers,

You will love the Jasmine that never bloomed,

Remember, someday, my memories will be yours,

And you will be mine November.
– Teddy ©

Empty Without

Utterance of raindrops,

To fondle with the lips of mankind.
A smile sunken in shadows,

Half grieved and other half left to survive.
Among the barren graves lies a truth,

That memories only left to grow with the tulips.
Symphony of every mortal destiny,

Prays to reach heaven without a heartbreak.
The midnight breeze screams and cries,

Weeps for a secret that blows with the November rain.
The secret that summer sky is empty without the clouds,

And the raindrops, empty without the lips.
-Teddy ©

Flight to Thee

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Credits- Teddy 

Fly on to the infinity,

Fly on to thou lips,

Fly on, to befriend the wild,

Fly on, to tame the beast of midnight,

With the birds, fly on,

Fly on till the ashes burns away,

Come back with the west winds,

Come back with the wishes, but

Till then you fly on, make your paradise,

See the morning dews mingle with the stars,

See thou eyes smile in the truth of our love,

See the goodbye never kiss the twilight,

See the sight, when flight of a million miles

found the rose that waited million miles more,

To the love of a pure soul, fly on,

And stories where lives a smile, fly on,

To reach no nightfall with an empty heart,

For what is emptiness flew on, to thee.

  • Teddy ©