
TАРАНА ТУРАН РАХИМЛИ Қиш лавҳаси Кўк чокини ёриб булут Қор элайди кўчаларга, Гўё парда тикди булут, Кундузлар-у, кечаларга Оқ либосда сўлим Боку, Ороланар гўзал шаҳар, Қиш ва қорга кўникишган, Қушлар ўйнар шому саҳар. «Аёз гуллар» … Continue reading
TАРАНА ТУРАН РАХИМЛИ Қиш лавҳаси Кўк чокини ёриб булут Қор элайди кўчаларга, Гўё парда тикди булут, Кундузлар-у, кечаларга Оқ либосда сўлим Боку, Ороланар гўзал шаҳар, Қиш ва қорга кўникишган, Қушлар ўйнар шому саҳар. «Аёз гуллар» … Continue reading
Poems by Wendy Mary Lister Self Beyond; Body Grounded— ( Self under lockdown 2021) Reality continues, but I am still. I am being held, not at my will; I hold self, whilst the world’s still … Continue reading
Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra QUEST… The secret syllables of life Unleafs in you Fugitive nameless memories Behind the eyes Gathering the moss of darkness Winds playing with sand dunes Unknow fears tied to the … Continue reading
Yes, we are back A collaborative poem written by Nutan Sarawagi n Aarti Mittal ~ Love me Nutan In her eyes I saw my life looking back at life In eyes that looked No longer cried … Continue reading
Poésie de Luan Rama Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux Je ne sais pourquoi en ce jour de novembre un vers de Louis Aragon m’est apparu dans le gris du ciel mots apportés par des airs … Continue reading
MY LIFE How did it get so late so soon? It is ephemeral time like the longest distance between two unmatched places . Between withering suns and wet moons. Between forgiveness of sins and sacrificial virtues. That … Continue reading
Nguyễn Chí Thiện Kalendari poetik: Nguyen Chi Thien (1939-2012) U lind më 27 shkurt 1939 poeti disident vietnamez, i cili kaloi në burgjet politike të Vietnamit komunist 27 vite të jetës. Dy vitet e para të burgut … Continue reading
Poem by Eden Soriano Trinidad BIRLAND Part 1 “B I R L A N D don’t be without us” an utter of loss… Africa, the cradle of humanity; Emir found your last country, within your … Continue reading
Agron Shele (Albania) On the ‘Sivenston’ Park In ‘Sivenston’ Park is quiet, silence, abandoned, Lost benches in a heretic time. A frozen lake and forgotten wings Of white swans dissolved in migration. On ‘Sivenston’ park … Continue reading