Micropoems by Minko Tanev

Mirror 

I clarify my essence 

in the mirror of the day,

Countless faces are lost 

along the way,

God’s power moves the galaxies.

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Through the Ages

Strings of harp-

the myth of Orpheus 

lives in collective memory,

Music from celestial spheres 

exalts us,

We continue 

with spunk in the future.

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With Stars 

Maritza's coasts,

settlements over the water are mine.

River amethysts mix me

in kaleidoscopes with stars.

I drink through reeds

whirlwinds of my birth.

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If We Were 

Star rhythm fills me.

White light - the pulse of the universe

beats in each stalk.

Thousands of suns thump,

as if we were re-created.

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During the Seasons

The sun peeks through a cloud,

bees pollinate the flowering geranium.

The flight carries the scent of honey 

during the seasons of my admiration.

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© Minko Tanev

Sofia, Bulgaria 

Micropoems by Stoianka Boianva

Pretense
"Everyone who walks
through the crowd with you
is happy",
you say.
I know you pretend,
but I like your catch,
beloved my friend!
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Honey
How well you speak
under the honeycomb on the moon!
Honey is dripping
from your lips.
You attract me magnetically
under swarms from stars.
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Flow
The water fills rivers, oceans,
it flies with snowflakes,
pulsates in our blood.
The life rushes - a speedily river -
flows between roses and disappears!
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© Stoianka Boianva
Sofia, Bulgaria

With Blowing Winds, a Micropoem by Ranjana Kashyap

Let's dance and make jealous
the angels around the heaven,
Come closer and remove my veil
I am waiting!
An Obstacle
between the osculation of
light of our hearts, 
Let the veil swirl with
blowing winds!!
© Ranjana Kashyap
Himachal Pradesh, India
ranj77in23@gmail.com
Painting : Ranjana Kashyap

Rubais by Abdukakhor Kosim

Rubais by Abdukakhor Kosim

[Translated from Tajik by Khaibatullo Shodieva]

Poets are as the nation’s slogan,

Are the ever spring rosary.

The honor of poet is till thousand years,

They’re the robe of honor 

and dignity of nation.

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You are with me in my joy and sadnes,

Sometimes you are under my hands 

on bonds.

Yeart goes out, 

I’ll pour your blood,

My pen, 

you are my sweet heart!

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For the poet, 

good verse in a whole world,

If there is more letters, 

is expensive.

Just a good name is enough 

for him,

Other his jobs are for people.

© Abdukakhor Kosim

[Translated from Tajik by Khaibatullo Shodieva]

Poet, songwriter, journalist, publicist Abdukakhor Sattorovich Kosimov (Abdukakhor Kosim) was born on January 27, 1965, near the river Vakhsh in the Kuibyshev state of Tajikistan. Abdukakhkhor Kosim has been recognized with the titles as follows: "Excellence in Education and Science of the Republic of Tajikistan", "Excellence in Culture of the Republic of Tajikistan", "International Creative Person" - Odisha Salvation Fund-India,  Honorary Ambassador for Peace, International Declarator-Indonesia. His works have been translated into English, Spanish, Chinese, French, German, Arabic, Serbian, Croatian, Ukrainian, Hindi, Nepali, Bengali, Pashto, Urdu, Polish, Portuguese, Turkish, Azerbaijani, Persian, Turkmen, Kyrgyz and other languages. He is Editor-in-chief of the newspaper "Khidoyat" of the People's Democratic Party of Tajikistan. He is also Co-chairman of the Literary Council of the Eurasian Peoples' Assembly, International Cultural Ambassador- The International Chamber of Writers & Artists (CIESART) Barcelona Spain, Coordinator of the World Poetry Movement Medellin, Colombia, Coordinator of the World Union of Poets for Peace and Freedom (UMPPL), Italy - “Uni ón Mundial de poetas por la paz y la libertad (UMPL)”, Advisor and Associate Editor, Chinese Literary Magazines (in charge of the Hubei Federation of Literary and Art Circles), Poetry Collection (guó jì shī yǔ), Member of the International Confederation Union journalists in Tajikistan, the Academy of Russian Literature, the Academy of Russian Literature, the International Union of Writers, the International Elite Union of People's Diplomacy MESND-Kazakhstan, Full Member of the Academy of Literature, Art, Communication (LIK).

Micropoems by Jaipreet Grover

Pearls
I drank my tears
To hide my pain,
But the ocean of tears 
overflows the heart
To activate the soul
Made pearls of lessons
To buckle up for a beautiful beginning!
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Thorns
I tried to uproot
Thorns of pain
From the garden of my heart
But the flower of love said,
Touch me not!
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Heartbeats
My heartbeats
Fast with fear
Faster with a strenuous workout
And fastest
With your one glimpse!
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© Jaipreet Grover
Maharashtra, India

Five Haiku by Alok Mishra

cloudy firmament -

the pink lotus is blooming

in rippling water!

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smoky surrounndings -

a little sparrow is struggling

for its existence!

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resplendent morning -

ocean’s waves are rejoicing 

after gloomy night!

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colourful vast sky-

reflected sound of cuckoo

gladdens gloomy heart!

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sunny surroundings-

thirsty panting land begs for

heavenly shower!

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© Alok Mishra

Sitapur, UP, India 

Born in India in 1981, esteemed Alok Mishra is a teacher and an award winning poet. His poems have been published in several national & international magazines and many global anthologies. His poems are centered on love and life.

Micropoems by Bipul Ch Kalita

Notion 

Honeyed smile greets me a while

Every morrow 

And lets me move ahead

As only motion enlivens my notion.

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Lonely 

Let me swim across my vast shadow,

it follows me like pains

to give my smallest motion a lesson 

not to feel lonely in heading towards goals.

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A Queer Sigh

The Whole World Smiles

I seek my interior design

Though glee surrounds hardship

The whole world smiles,

And a queer sigh gets concealed.

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Fighting Against

Moments of joy bring back lost spirits

Lighting lamps in darkness

Fighting against any sort of idleness

To place me in my well designed heaven.

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© Bipul Ch Kalita

Nagaon, Assam

Eminent poet Bipul Ch Kalita was born to Bipin Chandra Kalita and Gunjebala Kalita Pathak at Phulaguri in the district of Nagaon, Assam on 01/09/1968. He is a trilingual poet, dramatist and literary critic. He has authored three books- 1) I'll Be In You To Feel Myself, 3) Heart's Whistle and 3) Moi Arjun Hobo Nuwarilu (মই অৰ্জুণ হ'ব নোৱাৰিলোঁ). His critical essays, short stories and poetic creations have been appearing in many national and international magazines, newspapers and anthologies. His Assamese dramas have been staged by many professional and social organizations. He has also edited a number of magazines and anthologies.