Tuesday, November 30, 2021

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.

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.
 
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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

© Stoianka Boianva
Sofia, Bulgaria

Friday, November 26, 2021

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

Thursday, November 25, 2021

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.

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!

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).

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

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!


Thorns
I tried to uproot
Thorns of pain
From the garden of my heart
But the flower of love said,
Touch me not!

Heartbeats
My heartbeats
Fast with fear
Faster with a strenuous workout
And fastest
With your one glimpse!

© Jaipreet Grover
Maharashtra, India

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Five Haiku by Alok Mishra

cloudy firmament -
the pink lotus is blooming
in rippling water!
smoky surrounndings -
a little sparrow is struggling
for its existence!
resplendent morning -
ocean’s waves are rejoicing 
after gloomy night!
colourful vast sky-
reflected sound of cuckoo
gladdens gloomy heart!
sunny surroundings-
thirsty panting land begs for
heavenly shower!
© 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.

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

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.

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.

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.

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.
© 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.

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