{"id":3136,"date":"2026-03-03T08:06:03","date_gmt":"2026-03-03T08:06:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wallingtonjournal.com\/?p=3136"},"modified":"2026-10-23T16:22:30","modified_gmt":"2026-10-23T16:22:30","slug":"poetry-world-monde-de-la-poesie-%d8%b9%d8%a7%d9%84%d9%85-%d8%a7%d9%84%d8%b4%d8%b9%d8%b1-%d5%ba%d5%b8%d5%a5%d5%a6%d5%ab%d5%a1%d5%b5%d5%ab-%d5%a1%d5%b7%d5%ad%d5%a1%d6%80%d5%b0-poesiverden-lumea-poeziei","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wallingtonjournal.com\/?p=3136","title":{"rendered":"Poetry World\/monde de la po\u00e9sie \/\u0639\u0627\u0644\u0645 \u0627\u0644\u0634\u0639\u0631\/\u057a\u0578\u0565\u0566\u056b\u0561\u0575\u056b \u0561\u0577\u056d\u0561\u0580\u0570\/poesiverden\/lumea poeziei"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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while sending your poem let it be noticed to attach your picture as jpg and poem must in ms word, confirmly mention your name and poem’s name in English Alphabet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Agus do dh\u00e1n \u00e1 sheoladh agat, tabhair faoi deara go gcaithfidh t\u00fa do phicti\u00far a cheangal i bhform\u00e1id jpg agus n\u00ed m\u00f3r don d\u00e1n a bheith i bhform\u00e1id MS Word, agus d\u2019ainm agus ainm an d\u00e1in san aib\u00edtir B\u00e9arla a lua go cinnte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0639\u0646\u062f \u0625\u0631\u0633\u0627\u0644 \u0642\u0635\u064a\u062f\u062a\u0643\u060c \u064a\u0631\u062c\u0649 \u0645\u0644\u0627\u062d\u0638\u0629 \u0625\u0631\u0641\u0627\u0642 \u0635\u0648\u0631\u062a\u0643 \u0628\u0635\u064a\u063a\u0629 jpg \u0648\u0627\u0644\u0642\u0635\u064a\u062f\u0629 \u0628\u0635\u064a\u063a\u0629 ms word\u060c \u0645\u0639 \u0627\u0644\u062a\u0623\u0643\u064a\u062f \u0639\u0644\u0649 \u0630\u0643\u0631 \u0627\u0633\u0645\u0643 \u0648\u0627\u0633\u0645 \u0627\u0644\u0642\u0635\u064a\u062f\u0629 \u0628\u0627\u0644\u0623\u062d\u0631\u0641 \u0627\u0644\u0625\u0646\u062c\u0644\u064a\u0632\u064a\u0629.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bitte beachten Sie beim Einsenden Ihres Gedichts, dass Sie Ihr Bild als JPG-Datei anh\u00e4ngen und das Gedicht im MS-Word-Format verfassen m\u00fcssen. Geben Sie bitte unbedingt Ihren Namen und den Titel des Gedichts in englischer Schrift an.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Age of Dinosaurs<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gladiola Busulla<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 My words have run out\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In you drowned<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 the intoxicating moments of happiness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I\u2019m leaving\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gods go blind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 from the moonlit rowing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 over icy waters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I resemble the drowsy dusk<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 the capricious sadness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 the farewell kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even the duel<\/p>\n\n\n\n

between heart and mind faded\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from the gigantic reflection-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of disappointment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Love dimmed falls apart<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like a prehistoric creature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 About it we can only read<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and encounter it in books,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

just like the age of dinosaurs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kibr<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Aziza Xasanova<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bilmaganga kibr, bilganga do\u2018stman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tuproqdan yaralgan bitta xas-cho\u2018pman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Men ham bu dunyoda oddiy bandaman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Qabrga kelganda nomsiz mayyitman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kibrlanma, ey bir yo\u2018lovchi,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O\u2018zing ham tugaysan, noming aldoqchi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tanang ham vafosiz, sensiz qolguvchi,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ruhing bu dunyoda sassiz kezguvchi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sen ham mehmonmisan, men ham mehmonman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ketishimiz aniq, xuddi tayyorman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Borar joyi aniq, g\u2018arib kimsaman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O\u2018limi muqarrar, oddiy insonman\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Hopeful Horizons<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Deswita Refika\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hopeful Horizons,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked up at the evening sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I imagine we  dance the twilight dance,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never change my perspective.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your eyes stare serenely,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a sunset,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Remain me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About the beauty of heaven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t want to close my eyes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stay hopeful Horizons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Accompany me with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Will not be separated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A Pearly Stream Hope<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Valentina Yordanova <\/p>\n\n\n\n


Autumn cries with cold pouring rain \u2013
tears of blossoming, overhanging clouds.
The wind sips, as if thirstily, from them \u2013
catches them in its hands, then blows them away with force.
It flows noisily, muddy rainwater.
A breath of sadness mercilessly engulfs the streets.
Each drop turns into a dark letter \u2013
between the lines beautiful, warm feelings drowned.
The ink spills into a tearful wetness \u2013
sucked through the ragged outerwear on the ground.
Poison pours \u2013 twisted like a crawling snake,
suffocating a love \u2013 deeply wounded.
But somewhere there at the end \u2013 beyond the murmur of the city
among rocky hills and images \u2013 whitened by old age,
among lush grassy paths and fragrant flowers in bloom,
a clear stream water, from above without fear pours.
And its shadow overshadows the sad, murky water\u2026
From the sun’s gold it shines with healing power.
The spring suddenly sheds a tear of joy
and my gaze looks around in a pearly morning hope.
Translated by Yoana Konstantinova<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u0425\u0415\u0419, \u0427\u0410\u0420\u041e\u0412\u041d\u0410 \u041d\u0418\u041d\u0410<\/strong> \u0425\u0415\u0419,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Nina Zarkova<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0425\u0435\u0439, \u0447\u0430\u0440\u043e\u0432\u043d\u0430 \u041d\u0438\u043d\u0430,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u044a\u0434\u0435 \u043b\u0438 \u0441\u0438 \u0441\u0435 \u0437\u0430\u043f\u0438\u043b\u044f\u043b\u0430?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041b\u044f\u0442\u043e\u0442\u043e  \u043e\u0442\u043c\u0438\u043d\u0430,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0430 \u0435\u0441\u0435\u043d\u0442\u0430 \u0435 \u0441\u043b\u0430\u0434\u0438\u0447\u043a\u043e \u0437\u0430\u0441\u043f\u0430\u043b\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043d\u044f\u043a\u044a\u0434\u0435 \u0432 \u041f\u0438\u0440\u0438\u043d\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0425\u0435\u0439, \u0447\u0430\u0440\u043e\u0432\u043d\u0430 \u041d\u0438\u043d\u0430,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u044a\u0434\u0435 \u043b\u0438 \u043f\u0430\u043a \u0437\u0430\u043c\u0438\u043d\u0430?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041a\u044a\u0434\u0435 \u043b\u0438?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041d\u0430\u0434 \u043c\u043e\u0438\u0442\u0435 \u044e\u0436\u043d\u0438 \u043c\u043e\u0440\u0435\u0442\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043d\u0435\u0431\u0435\u0442\u043e \u0435 \u043b\u0430\u0441\u043a\u0430\u0432\u043e \u0441\u0438\u043d\u044c\u043e<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0438 \u0441\u043b\u044a\u043d\u0446\u0435\u0442\u043e \u043e\u0433\u043d\u0435\u043d\u043e \u0441\u0432\u0435\u0442\u0438<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043d\u0430\u0434 \u0431\u0440\u0435\u0433\u043e\u0432\u0435 \u043e\u0442 \u043a\u043e\u043f\u0440\u0438\u043d\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0422\u0443\u043a \u0435 \u0432\u0435\u0447\u043d\u043e\u0442\u043e \u043b\u044f\u0442\u043e,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0447\u0430\u0440\u043e\u0432\u043d\u043e, \u043c\u0430\u0433\u0438\u0447\u043d\u043e, \u043a\u0440\u0430\u0441\u0438\u0432\u043e <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0422\u0443\u043a, \u043e\u0431\u0438\u0447\u0430\u043d\u0430 \u0431\u043e\u0433\u0430\u0442\u043e,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0441\u044a\u043c \u043f\u0440\u0438\u043a\u0430\u0437\u043d\u043e \u0449\u0430\u0441\u0442\u043b\u0438\u0432\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Briny Stars<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u200bLaskiaf Amortegui<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\u200bBriny stars flooded the green sea of hopelessness,
words recited to the wind and dissipated in oblivion.
Ephemeral moments where the sacred flame began,
explosive smiles nurtured the illusion.
\u200bSeconds, only seconds, that is how everything is.
I ran among cotton flower buds,
savoring that bitter jelly that was not real;
nevertheless, it made us sigh.
\u200bBut the magic of atoms does not favor us all,
and the briny stars surged through my soul once more,
forgotten oneric sonata, glass tombstone marking our journey forever.
\u200bAnd the cotton flower never bloomed.
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The Warring World Incarnadine<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Ratan Bhattacharjee<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The world bleeds\u2014
not always in wars announced
with drums and flags,
but in the quiet fractures
of forgotten streets,
in the hush between two heartbeats
that no longer trust tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A river runs red beneath the maps,
its currents unnamed,
carrying whispers of mothers
who stitch the sky with prayers over the vast azure sky
and still wake to ashes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The trees remember\u2014
they hold in their rings
the echoes of fire,
the booms of supersonic missiles
or the black rain on famished street
children of the rural hamlets
reeling under the weight of smoke,
the language of wounds
etched in seasons that never healed.
Ghostly Cities wear their haunted lights
like borrowed smiles,
flickering over shadows
that lengthen with each silence
we refuse to break.
A child draws the sun in black\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

not because light has vanished,
but because it hurts to believe
in yellow anymore.
The wind carries questions
no border can answer:
How many tears make an ocean?
How many names must fall
before memory itself trembles?
And yet\u2014
somewhere beneath the bleeding,
a pulse persists:
soft, stubborn, unseen.
A seed waits
in the dark grammar of soil,
holding the courage of green,
dreaming of a world
that remembers how to breathe.
The world bleeds\u2014
yes\u2014
but it has not forgotten
how to heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


RAISE YOUR EYES TO THE SKY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Natalie Bisso

Raise your eyes to the sky,
look\u2026
there, behind the clouds, glances,
faces,
seas are floating\u2026
There float your thoughts,
your deeds,
your sins\u2026
And you live on this sinless Earth
and consider it sinful,
while you constantly sin on this holy Land,
on the Planet,
the only blue planet in the entire universe.
Someday you too will fly among the clouds
and look down on people,
Who also live carelessly,
sin,
create \u2026
and nothing will become new
and interesting to you\u2026
But suddenly
you will see a poet
painfully sorting out words,
choosing the right word
for the beauty of the poem.
And he will seem to you
the most beautiful person in the whole universe,
because he
lives the moment of enlightenment,
he lives in the torment of creativity,
which lives forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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So Difficult<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Rizah Sheqiri   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So difficult to be deaf<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During the nightingales concert<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To be blind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During a beauty pageant<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To be alone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amongst seventy seven hearts<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To feel the agony of death <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As life starts to bloom<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So difficult to be a stranger <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To your own soul!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The voice of your song<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Sokol Demaku<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I long to touch the sweetness of life,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

your sweet smile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the feeling of our love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the thoughts of the late night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I adore the autumn breeze,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that carries our love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

amidst thoughts stirred by the blue,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the waters of the sea where I gently sink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I adore this night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with anxiety in my soul,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because far from you, my love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am left in the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hear the voice of your song,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

calling out love as if mad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019re so close, even though far away,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am anxious, afraid I might lose!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Pad pjesme<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Du\u0161ka Konti\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zamukla pjesma, pomra\u010den vid
Tamo se negdje \u017eestoko ratuje
Tuga, nevjerica, strah i stid
\u010covjek \u010dovjeka bombarduje.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mi, obi\u010dni ljudi, apoliti\u010dni
Ne poznajemo mo\u0107 crne ruke
Jedni smo drugima jako sli\u010dni
\u017delimo mir, nema druge odluke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zar nema dovoljno mjesta za nas
Na Planeti ru\u0161enoj, izranjavanoj
Ljubav i sloga nam jedini spas
Kakav se to ne\u010dastivi bije boj???<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Zemaljska kugla gori u plamenu
Niske strasti ostvarile naum zli
Djevoj\u010dica pla\u010de majci na ramenu
Nijeste slobodoumlje pobijedili.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kako da za\u0161titimo podmladak
Istorija krvave stranice pi\u0161e
Bijedu, nema\u0161tinu, suze i mrak<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Du\u0161a \u010dista kako da izbri\u0161e???<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ne znam ko su \u010detnici i komite
Koji se u \u0161umi krio partizan
Molim vas, ostra\u0161\u0107eni, dozvolite
Da nam djeca imaju miran san.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mr\u017enju ne umijem da sijem
U meni sve tuge ovog svijeta
Jedina bitka koju bijem
Mir je du\u0161i svakog djeteta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Cuckoo Pulls Me Toward You<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Lakshmi Kant Mukul <\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the window<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I see the giloy vine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

climbing the castor tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On a branch<\/p>\n\n\n\n

a cuckoo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

calling into the morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her notes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

open like a flute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven tones<\/p>\n\n\n\n

drift through the air<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and melt<\/p>\n\n\n\n

inside the quiet rooms of the heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your voice is like this<\/p>\n\n\n\n

soft, measured,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

sweet as dissolving sugar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she sings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

spring begins its slow arrival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mango buds grow restless,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

sad gardens remember joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You are not as dark as the bird<\/p>\n\n\n\n

yet dusk lives on your face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And every time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the cuckoo calls<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n

walking toward you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“\u09b6\u09ae\u09c0\u0997\u09b0\u09cd\u09ad \u09ac\u09be\u0995\u09cd” (Shamigarbha Baak)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Shubhra Chakraborty <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a8\u09bf\u09b6\u09ac\u09cd\u09a6 \u09a8\u09bf\u09ac\u09bf\u09a1\u09bc\u09c7 \u09b6\u09ae\u09c0\u0997\u09b0\u09cd\u09ad \u09ac\u09be\u0981\u0995\u09c7 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a6\u09be\u0981\u09a1\u09bc\u09bf\u09af\u09bc\u09c7 \u09a4\u09bf\u09b8\u09cd\u09a4\u09be <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09ae\u09af\u09bc\u09c2\u09b0\u09c0 \u09aa\u09be\u09b2\u0995 \u09b2\u09c7\u0996\u09a8\u09c0\u09a4\u09c7 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a4\u09be\u09b0 \u099c\u09c0\u09ac\u09a8 \u0995\u09a5\u09a8 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09ae\u09c3\u09a4\u09ac\u09be\u0995\u09cd \u09b2\u09bf\u09aa\u09bf\u09a4\u09c7 \u0985\u09a6\u09c3\u09b6\u09cd\u09af….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09ae\u09c3\u09a4\u09cd\u09a4\u09bf\u0995\u09be\u09b0 \u09aa\u09a5\u09c7 \u09aa\u09a5\u09c7 \u098f\u0995 \u099a\u09b0\u09c8\u09ac\u09c7\u09a4\u09bf \u0997\u09a8\u09cd\u09a7 \u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09ac\u09b2\u099b\u09c7, \u09b2\u09c7\u0996\u09cb \u09a4\u09cb\u09ae\u09be\u09b0 \u099c\u09c0\u09ac\u09a8\u0997\u09a6\u09cd\u09af\u0964 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a8\u09c0\u09b0\u09ac \u0986\u0995\u09be\u09b6\u09c0 \u09ae\u09a8\u09c7 \u099c\u09b2\u09a6 \u09ae\u09c7\u0998\u09c7\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09a8\u09be\u0997\u09cb\u09a8\u09be \u0987\u0999\u09cd\u0997\u09bf\u09a4 \u09a6\u09c7\u09af\u09bc <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995 \u09b6\u09ae\u09c0\u0997\u09b0\u09cd\u09ad \u0986\u0997\u09cd\u09a8\u09c7\u09af\u09bc \u099b\u09a8\u09cd\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u099f\u09c1\u0995\u09b0\u09cb \u09ad\u09be\u0999\u09be \u0995\u09be\u099a\u09c7\u09b0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b0\u09b6\u09bf \u099b\u09a8\u09cd\u09a6\u09c7 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995 \u09aa\u09a5\u099a\u09b2\u09be…. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u099a\u09b0\u09c8\u09ac\u09c7\u09a4\u09bf \u098b\u0995\u09cd \u099b\u09a8\u09cd\u09a6\u09c7 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a8\u09a6\u09c0\u09ae\u09be\u09a4\u09c3\u0995 \u09b8\u09ad\u09cd\u09af\u09a4\u09be\u09af\u09bc \u0987\u09a4\u09bf \u099f\u09be\u09a8\u09c7 \u09ac\u09bf\u099c\u09cd\u099e\u09be\u09a8\u09c7\u09b0 \u0986\u09a7\u09c1\u09a8\u09bf\u0995 \u0985\u09a8\u09a8\u09cd\u09a4 \u09aa\u09a5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u09a8\u09a5\u09cd\u09b0\u09cb\u09aa\u09cb\u09b8\u09bf\u09a8 \u0987\u09a5\u09be\u09b0 \u09a4\u09b0\u0999\u09cd\u0997\u09c7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09ac\u09bf\u09b7\u09cd\u0995\u09be\u09b0\u09c7\u09b0 \u09a8\u09be\u09a8\u09be\u09a8 \u099b\u09a8\u09cd\u09a6\u09ac\u09be\u0995\u09cd ! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0995\u09a5\u09be \u09ac\u09b2\u09c7 , \u0985\u09ae\u09c3\u09a4 \u0986\u09b0 \u09ac\u09bf\u09b7\u09c7\u09b0 \u09ae\u09c2\u09b0\u09cd\u09a4\u09a8\u09c0\u09a1\u09bc\u09c7….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mermaid<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Melita Ratkovi\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The deep sea, it’s my home<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It brings others together, it separates us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the blue tomb alone,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The deep blue, the heart breaks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The deafening cry of the seagull,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rises to the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A storm is brewing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the place of parting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is neither you nor me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A lace veil made<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of sea foam<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poseidon gave me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am his bride<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I paid the debt for the calm sea,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your travels, distant shores,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

New islands, conquests,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Endless, long waits<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stormy times are a powerful force,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shipwrecks, eternal fear for sailors<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sail peacefully, travel with the seagulls,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sleep peacefully, I will come to you in your Dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Word That Resembles Salvation<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

TAGHRID BOU MERH<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the shelf of time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

old tales slept<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the dreams we haven’t written yet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

stretched within the imagination of paper,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

awaiting a reader to ignite the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The word<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is a flower blooming in the desert of silence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it carries us across distances<\/p>\n\n\n\n

like Noah\u2019s ark<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the flood of ignorance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The book<\/p>\n\n\n\n

is not just ink on paper,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it is a window<\/p>\n\n\n\n

through which we gaze upon our souls<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and return purer, deeper, more humane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How many times have we been saved from death<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by a poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n

or a line<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that feels like a prayer in the last hour of night!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O books,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O cities open in all directions<\/p>\n\n\n\n

without borders, without passports,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

how could we not love you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In your lap<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we cry, laugh, and dream,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and through you, we are reborn<\/p>\n\n\n\n

whenever time grows tight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Peace be upon you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O language of salvation,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O tree that grows in the heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and never withers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I AM A WOMAN<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

SEZG\u0130 KAYA

I am a woman,
Even though he falls down many times,
He gets up a thousand times,
Who wipes away bloody tears with his own hands,

I am a strong woman,
I am a woman,
What snow and storms cannot knock down in winter,
The fierce storms could not erase their traces,

I am a strong woman,
I am a woman even though he falls a thousand times,
He gets up a thousand times,
No force can digest itself,
I am a strong woman who can defy even the mountains.

<\/p>\n\n\n\n


<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u039f \u03c0\u03c1\u03af\u03bd\u03bf\u03c2<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Panagiota P. Lambri<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03a3\u03b5 \u03b3\u03ad\u03c1\u03b9\u03ba\u03bf\u03c5 \u03b4\u03ad\u03bd\u03b4\u03c1\u03bf\u03c5 \u03c1\u03af\u03b6\u03b1<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c3\u03ba\u03b5\u03c0\u03c4\u03b9\u03ba\u03cc\u03c2 \u03ba\u03ac\u03b8\u03b5\u03c4\u03b1\u03b9<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03bf \u03b3\u03ad\u03c1\u03c9\u03bd \u03c0\u03b1\u03c4\u03ad\u03c1\u03b1\u03c2\u00b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c4\u03b1 \u03c0\u03cc\u03b4\u03b9\u03b1 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 \u03b4\u03b5\u03bd \u03c4\u03bf\u03bd \u03b2\u03b1\u03c3\u03c4\u03bf\u03cd\u03bd\u00b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03bf\u03b9 \u03c0\u03b1\u03bb\u03bc\u03bf\u03af \u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 \u03ba\u03b1\u03c1\u03b4\u03b9\u03ac\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03b2\u03c1\u03b1\u03b4\u03b5\u03af\u03c2<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c0\u03c1\u03bf\u03bf\u03b9\u03c9\u03bd\u03af\u03b6\u03bf\u03c5\u03bd \u03c4\u03bf \u03c4\u03ad\u03bb\u03bf\u03c2\u00b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c4\u03bf \u03b2\u03bb\u03ad\u03bc\u03bc\u03b1 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c7\u03b1\u03bc\u03ad\u03bd\u03bf \u03c3\u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u03b1\u03c0\u03b5\u03c1\u03b1\u03bd\u03c4\u03bf\u03c3\u03cd\u03bd\u03b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 \u03bf\u03c1\u03af\u03b6\u03bf\u03bd\u03c4\u03b1,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ba\u03ac\u03c0\u03bf\u03c5 \u03ba\u03ac\u03c0\u03bf\u03c5 \u03b3\u03c5\u03c1\u03af\u03b6\u03b5\u03b9,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ba\u03bf\u03b9\u03c4\u03ac \u03c4\u03b1 \u03bc\u03b9\u03c3\u03cc\u03b3\u03c5\u03bc\u03bd\u03b1 \u03ba\u03bb\u03c9\u03bd\u03ac\u03c1\u03b9\u03b1<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 \u03bc\u03bf\u03bd\u03b1\u03c7\u03b9\u03ba\u03bf\u03cd \u03c0\u03c1\u03af\u03bd\u03bf\u03c5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03bc\u03bf\u03bd\u03bf\u03bb\u03bf\u03b3\u03b5\u03af.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– \u03a0\u03bf\u03bb\u03bb\u03ac \u03bb\u03b9\u03bf\u03b2\u03cc\u03c1\u03b9\u03b1 \u03b1\u03bd\u03c4\u03ad\u03c7\u03bf\u03c5\u03bc\u03b5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c3\u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 \u03bd\u03b9\u03cc\u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 \u03bc\u03b1\u03c2 \u03c4\u03b1 \u03c7\u03c1\u03cc\u03bd\u03b9\u03b1!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u038c\u03bc\u03c9\u03c2 \u03c3\u03b1\u03bd \u03ad\u03c1\u03b8\u03b5\u03b9 \u03b7 \u03c7\u03b5\u03b9\u03bc\u03c9\u03bd\u03b9\u03ac<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ba\u03b9 \u03b1\u03c3\u03c0\u03c1\u03af\u03c3\u03bf\u03c5\u03bd \u03c4\u03b1 \u03bc\u03b1\u03bb\u03bb\u03b9\u03ac \u03bc\u03b1\u03c2,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ac\u03b3\u03c1\u03b9\u03bf \u03b4\u03c1\u03bf\u03bb\u03ac\u03c0\u03b9 \u03bf \u03b8\u03ac\u03bd\u03b1\u03c4\u03bf\u03c2<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03cc\u03bb\u03b1 \u03c4\u03b1 \u03be\u03b5\u03c1\u03b9\u03b6\u03ce\u03bd\u03b5\u03b9!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0388\u03bd\u03b9\u03c9\u03c3\u03b5 \u03bf \u03c0\u03c1\u03af\u03bd\u03bf\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf\u03bd \u03ba\u03b1\u03b7\u03bc\u03cc<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 \u03b3\u03ad\u03c1\u03bf\u03bd\u03c4\u03b1 \u03c0\u03b1\u03c4\u03ad\u03c1\u03b1,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c0\u03bf\u03c5 \u03bc\u03cc\u03bd\u03bf\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5 \u03c0\u03b5\u03c1\u03af\u03bc\u03b5\u03bd\u03b5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c4\u03bf\u03bd \u03bc\u03b1\u03cd\u03c1\u03bf \u03ba\u03b1\u03b2\u03b1\u03bb\u03ac\u03c1\u03b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03ba\u03bf\u03cd\u03bd\u03b7\u03c3\u03b5 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5\u03c2 \u03ba\u03bb\u03ce\u03bd\u03bf\u03c5\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c0\u03bf\u03c5 \u03b3\u03b5\u03c1\u03b1\u03c3\u03bc\u03ad\u03bd\u03bf\u03b9 \u03ae\u03c4\u03b1\u03bd<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ba\u03b9 \u03b5\u03bd\u03bd\u03cc\u03b7\u03c3\u03b5 \u03c0\u03c9\u03c2 \u03c3\u03c4\u03bf \u03c4\u03ad\u03bb\u03bf\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf\u03c5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03bc\u03cc\u03bd\u03bf\u03c2 \u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03ba\u03b5\u03af\u03bd\u03bf\u03c2 \u03b8\u03b1 \u2019\u03c4\u03b1\u03bd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fairy<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Binod Dawadi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t know shy the fairy is sad,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am far away from her world,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I can see her in my dreams,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She is so much beautiful and lovely,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She has all the powers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As well as magic,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She can do anything which,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She likes I like her so much,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to become her friend,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For forever as well as love her,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

More than anyone in this world,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She is in a beautiful cloud,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she is not away from problems,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to give her happiness,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She is only my lover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Mixing Colours<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Isaac Cohen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Children from all corners of
the world
Are flying coloured balloons.
The colours blend together,
To a white colour of
pureness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Picasso Under the Skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Blerina Pellumbi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time will step upon our skins
Like a thin brush with colors of emotions,
It will paint every joy, every sorrow,
Like a canvas that burns through centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There will take life thousands of meadow flowers,
There will be a moon, there will also be a sun,
Breaths will be born like waterfalls of seas,
In skies overfilled with rain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Picasso will be in every written fragment,
A life that is painted even when others forget,
It shines beneath its own lonely shadow,
With the colors of the soul it will always live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n


TAKE YOUR FREEDOM! (BE FREE) <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Kujtim Hajdari<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake your freedom,\u201d in the land\u2019s language, she spoke;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

her frightened words\u2014like swan-cries, torn by pain,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

were bleeding through the sky, so sweet and clear;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

the sky within her gentle soul, in pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was so handsome\u2014tender, warm, and kind;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

his voice caressed her spirit like soft waves.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His look\u2014those playful eyes that always shone,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

threw her into seas of joy, left her no words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She told him longly the secret pulling her;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

she must protect the boy; keep love outside;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

she told him of the soulless cancer\u2019s bite;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

he must stay far, live long\u2014for both\u2014from today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake your freedom!\u201d not in Albanian sweet;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

she feared those sounds would wound him even more;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

she would not speak, but words like heartless troops,   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

leapt over the teeth\u2019s ramparts, forced out at war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She, killed by pain, went silent\u2014numb and dry;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

she felt no tears, nor his heart clawing hard;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake your freedom, take your freedom\u201d\u2014like  axe;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d says the boy, \u201cyou\u2019ll live in my heart, always.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lovely stories and the dreams they wove,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

still circled them, and made a feast of light;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

their hugs, their smiles, their kisses full of love,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

strewing spring mimosa, roses\u2014bright and bright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The years would see him always at her grave;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

each time he\u2019d sit and speak with her for a long;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The flowers she loved best he\u2019d leave, then go. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She heard and smiled with love beneath the earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041d\u0418\u0421\u041c\u041e \u041f\u041e\u0422\u0415\u041a\u041b\u0418<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Radmila Stojadinovi\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0421\u0440\u0435\u043b\u0430 \u0441\u0430\u043c \u0433\u0430
\u0443 \u043a\u043e\u0440\u0438\u0442\u0443 \u043f\u0440\u0435\u0441\u0443\u0448\u0435\u043d\u0435 \u0440\u0435\u043a\u0435.
\u041c\u043e\u0458\u0438 \u043a\u043e\u0440\u0430\u0446\u0438 \u043b\u043e\u043c\u0438\u043b\u0438 \u0441\u0443 \u0442\u0438\u0448\u0438\u043d\u0443
\u043a\u0430\u043e \u043a\u043e\u0441\u0442\u0438 \u0431\u0435\u0437 \u0438\u043c\u0435\u043d\u0430.
\u041d\u0438\u0441\u043c\u043e \u0441\u0435 \u043f\u0440\u0435\u043f\u043e\u0437\u043d\u0430\u043b\u0438.
\u0421\u0435\u043d\u043a\u0435 \u0441\u0443 \u043d\u0430\u043c \u0441\u0435 \u043d\u0430 \u0442\u0440\u0435\u043d
\u043d\u0430\u043f\u0438\u043b\u0435 \u0458\u0435\u0434\u043d\u0430 \u0434\u0440\u0443\u0433\u0435.
\u0423 \u0434\u043b\u0430\u043d\u043e\u0432\u0438\u043c\u0430 \u2014 \u043c\u0443\u0459 \u0438 \u043e\u0441\u0442\u0430\u0446\u0438,
\u043d\u0435\u0434\u043e\u0432\u0440\u0448\u0435\u043d\u0435 \u0440\u0435\u0447\u0435\u043d\u0438\u0446\u0435
\u0448\u0442\u043e \u043c\u0438\u0440\u0438\u0448\u0443 \u043d\u0430 \u043d\u0435\u043a\u0430\u0434\u0430\u0448\u045a\u0443 \u0432\u043e\u0434\u0443.
\u041f\u0440\u0438\u0448\u043b\u0430 \u0441\u0430\u043c \u0431\u043b\u0438\u0436\u0435
\u043a\u0430\u043e \u043e\u0431\u0430\u043b\u0430
\u043a\u043e\u0458\u0430 \u0458\u0435 \u0437\u0430\u0431\u043e\u0440\u0430\u0432\u0438\u043b\u0430 \u0442\u043e\u043a.
\u041d\u0435\u0448\u0442\u043e \u0458\u0435 \u043f\u043e\u0442\u0435\u043a\u043b\u043e \u043a\u0440\u043e\u0437 \u043d\u0430\u0441…
\u0442\u0430\u043d\u043a\u043e, \u043e\u043f\u0430\u0441\u043d\u043e, \u0436\u0438\u0432\u043e,
\u043a\u0430\u043e \u0441\u0435\u045b\u0430\u045a\u0435 \u043a\u043e\u0458\u0435 \u0442\u0440\u0430\u0436\u0438 \u0442\u0435\u043b\u043e.
\u0420\u0435\u043a\u0430 \u0441\u0435 \u043d\u0438\u0458\u0435 \u0432\u0440\u0430\u0442\u0438\u043b\u0430.
\u0421\u0442\u0430\u0458\u0430\u043b\u0430 \u0441\u0430\u043c
\u0443 \u0438\u0441\u043f\u0443\u0446\u0430\u043b\u043e\u043c \u043a\u043e\u0440\u0438\u0442\u0443
\u0433\u0434\u0435 \u0458\u0435 \u043d\u0435\u043a\u0430\u0434 \u0442\u0435\u043a\u043b\u043e \u043e\u043d\u043e \u0448\u0442\u043e \u0441\u043c\u043e \u043c\u043e\u0433\u043b\u0438 \u0431\u0438\u0442\u0438.
\u041e\u043a\u0440\u0435\u043d\u0443\u043b\u0430 \u0441\u0430\u043c \u0441\u0435 \u0431\u0435\u0437 \u0433\u043b\u0430\u0441\u0430.
\u041e\u0442\u0438\u0448\u043b\u0438 \u0441\u043c\u043e
\u0441\u0432\u0430\u043a\u043e \u0443 \u0441\u0432\u043e\u0458\u0443 \u043f\u0443\u0441\u0442\u0438\u045a\u0443,
\u043e\u0441\u0442\u0430\u0432\u0459\u0430\u0458\u0443\u045b\u0438 \u0437\u0430 \u0441\u043e\u0431\u043e\u043c
\u0441\u0443\u0432\u043e \u0434\u043d\u043e
\u043a\u043e\u0458\u0435 \u043f\u0430\u043c\u0442\u0438
\u043a\u0430\u043a\u043e \u0431\u043e\u043b\u0438
\u043e\u043d\u043e \u0448\u0442\u043e \u0458\u0435 \u043c\u043e\u0433\u043b\u043e \u0434\u0430 \u0442\u0435\u0447\u0435.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0420\u0430\u0434\u043c\u0438\u043b\u0430 \u0421\u0442\u043e\u0458\u0430\u0434\u0438\u043d\u043e\u0432\u0438\u045b<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0421\u0440\u0431\u0438\u0458\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ASGJ\u00cb S\u2019M\u00cb B\u00cbN T\u00cb HESHT<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

[No Photo)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Valbona Kolaveri<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Asgj\u00eb s\u2019m\u00eb b\u00ebn t\u00eb hesht,
As dhembja q\u00eb e fsheh shpirti n\u00ebn streh\u00eb
Gjith\u00eb d\u00ebnes\u00eb,
Askush,
Dhe as ti q\u00eb bart mbi vete
Asimetri q\u00eb devijojn\u00eb n\u00eb breng\u00eb,
As \u00ebnd\u00ebrrimet fring\u00eblluese
Kur kujtoj q\u00eb i lash\u00eb peng,
Vetes i betohem q\u00eb asgj\u00eb nuk m\u00eb pengon,
Dhe kujtoj q\u00eb m\u00eb duhet edhe nj\u00eb shpres\u00eb,
P\u00ebr t\u00eb rifilluar,
Aty ku cing\u00ebrimat jan\u00eb harruar,
Udh\u00ebs s\u00eb m\u00ebngjeseve t\u00eb reja
Shtruar me drit\u00eb n\u00ebn ves\u00eb.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Tapestry of Moments<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Tamikio Dooley<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My moments are like a tapestry-heavy,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 A decorative textile that is woven by hand and has intricate details, often.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Pictorial designs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When used as wall hangings,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or, alternatively, upholstery. Figuratively speaking,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It describes something intricate, vibrant, and intertwined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mix of components-for instance-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cLife\u2019s rich tapestry\u201d\u2014integrating various elements into a coherent whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My moments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Love<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Lanxin Samei<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is the source of the universe<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The law of heaven and earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is the noblest emotion<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mightiest power<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The supreme path<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gentlest healing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is the purest salvation of the soul<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sweetest longing of all lives on earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The unwavering faith of one\u2019s heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The universal language connecting all in the cosmos<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ultimate answer to every question<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The master key to unlock the heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The eternal code to happiness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The only remedy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That resolves all grievances and hatreds on earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is the soil where peace takes root<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gentle glow where tranquility blooms<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love holds the true essence of peace<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Peace bears love\u2019s boundless reach<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is the bond transcending mountains and seas<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The empathy beyond all borders<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The warm soil nurturing all creatures<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gentle sun melting all divisions<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Build bridges with love to link all nations<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Light up the world with hearts for peace and bliss<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May universal love spread across heaven and earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May everlasting peace reign over every corner of the globe<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DOVE SEI ANDATA  GENTILEZZA<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Concetta La Placa<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dove sei andata gentilezza?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Non ti incontro pi\u00f9 da anni<\/p>\n\n\n\n

e nessuno ti ha pi\u00f9 nominata<\/p>\n\n\n\n

e praticata.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E tu tolleranza, non andavi a braccetto con la solidariet\u00e0 e la fratellanza, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

arricchendoti della diversit\u00e0? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dove \u00e8 finito l\u2019amore per i bambini, per il diverso<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E la misericordia, la compassione verso il nostro prossimo?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sembra essere sparita nel nulla; cos\u00ec, anche il valore della pace che sventolava alto<\/p>\n\n\n\n

, come vessillo dei popoli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ora c\u2019e\u2019 solo tanta nebbia attorno a noi, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

sembrerebbe quella di un mattino qualunque, di un giorno qualunque.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

E\u2019, purtroppo, la densa foschia dell\u2019indifferenza, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

che sta invadendo, a poco a poco, i nostri cuori.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0642\u0635\u064a\u062f\u0629 \u0644\u0643\u0631\u064a\u0645 \u0639\u0628\u062f \u0627\u0644\u0644\u0647<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Kareem Abdullah<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0644\u0646\u0635\u0644\u0651\u0650 \u062c\u0645\u064a\u0639\u0627\u064b \u0645\u0646 \u0623\u062c\u0644 \u0627\u0644\u0633\u0644\u0627\u0645\u2026
\u0643\u0623\u0646\u0646\u0627 \u0646\u0631\u0641\u0639 \u0642\u0644\u0648\u0628\u0646\u0627
\u0641\u0648\u0627\u0646\u064a\u0633\u064e \u0635\u063a\u064a\u0631\u0629\u064b
\u0641\u064a \u0644\u064a\u0644\u0650 \u0647\u0630\u0627 \u0627\u0644\u0643\u0648\u0643\u0628\u0650 \u0627\u0644\u0645\u062a\u0639\u0628.
\u0644\u0646\u0635\u0644\u0651\u0650\u2026
\u0643\u064a \u062a\u062a\u0630\u0643\u0651\u0631 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0631\u0636\u064f
\u0623\u0646\u0647\u0627 \u062e\u064f\u0644\u0650\u0642\u064e\u062a\u0652
\u0644\u062e\u0637\u0649 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0637\u0641\u0627\u0644\u0650
\u0644\u0627 \u0644\u062b\u0650\u0642\u064e\u0644\u0650 \u0627\u0644\u062f\u0628\u0627\u0628\u0627\u062a.
\u0644\u0646\u0635\u0644\u0651\u0650\u2026
\u0639\u0644\u0651\u064e \u0627\u0644\u0631\u064a\u062d\u064e \u062a\u0639\u064a\u062f\u064f \u062a\u0631\u062a\u064a\u0628\u064e \u0627\u0644\u0633\u0645\u0627\u0621\u060c
\u0648\u062a\u063a\u0633\u0644\u064f \u0639\u0646 \u0627\u0644\u0646\u062c\u0648\u0645
\u063a\u0628\u0627\u0631\u064e \u0627\u0644\u062d\u0631\u0648\u0628.
\u0641\u0631\u0628\u0645\u0627
\u062d\u064a\u0646 \u062a\u062a\u0648\u062d\u0651\u062f\u064f \u0647\u0645\u0633\u0629\u064f \u0627\u0644\u062f\u0639\u0627\u0621
\u062a\u0635\u064a\u0631\u064f
\u0623\u0642\u0648\u0649
\u0645\u0646 \u0635\u0647\u064a\u0644\u0650 \u0627\u0644\u0645\u062f\u0627\u0641\u0639\u060c
\u0648\u0623\u0642\u0631\u0628\u064e
\u0625\u0644\u0649 \u0642\u0644\u0628\u0650 \u0627\u0644\u0644\u0647.
\u0633\u0644\u0627\u0645\u064c
\u0646\u0631\u064a\u062f\u0647 \u0623\u0646 \u064a\u0648\u0644\u062f
\u0645\u0646 \u0628\u064a\u0646 \u0623\u064a\u062f\u064a\u0646\u0627
\u0643\u0645\u0627 \u064a\u0648\u0644\u062f \u0627\u0644\u0636\u0648\u0621
\u0645\u0646 \u0635\u0644\u0627\u0629 \u0627\u0644\u0641\u062c\u0631.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Longing and Waiting<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Marina Arakelian<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the longing of yearning has become like clusters of grapes
Dropping from the eyelashes of my heart like pearls
The yearning has watered the lips of my pulse
And the bliss of love has neighed for a lifetime
And the glory of separation, in the folds of its depths
Looks upon the horizons of the moons for a month
And I have settled upon those hopes from the petals of patience
In the hope that I may yearn for you therein like dew
Embracing the cheek of dawn
The dew drips from our honey
Like the nightingales of the grove when they soar with their wings
The slope becomes pure, chaste, and musk
I will count the days for you, perhaps you will arrive before autumn
Takes away from my patience its rejection and oppression
And I will clothe you like a garment of winter’s warmth upon the pores of longing
How often have I set up torches of honey for you
And how often have I lit the lamps of life
In the sanctuary of your love
How often has the echo played upon the strings of my yearning
And the drowsy ones responded to it, repeating
Come For you, and for life itself, in you, the sweetness is reclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I GAVE YOU THE WORLD<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

SARWAT ZABEEN LUBNA<\/p>\n\n\n\n


I gave you the Whole World!
The light and breeze of the world,
Its shadows, Its  oceans – I gave you all!
I gave you an entire world of love, too!
Now tell me – will it work for you?
Will you be mine?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of the Earth\u2019s six seasons, 
And that magical monsoon among them-
I gave you the first blooms of Kadam!
Gave you the red water Lilies from the pond!
Even the vibrant lotus of Gol Dighi!
I adorned you with a garland of white Sheuli,
With a ring of water Hyacinth stems!
Crimson krishnachura, Golden-orange Radhachura,
Or whatever color you wish –  a rose of that hue!
Will this be enough to make you happy?
Will it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beyond the mustard fields lie the forests of kans grass,
Beyond that, golden paddy fields,
In the shaded aisles of spinach, malabar, and taro,
Let us wander in dreamy musings. 
Sitting together, we\u2019ll spin silly, sweet stories!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will take you on a ferris wheel ride
At the spring fair by the sweetwater pond!
In the twinkling courtyard of your heart,
Dressed in springtime hues  –
Will you then give me a little place there?
Will you?
I\u2019m just a quiet, harmless soul!  
Never swayed by the flood of money.
Luxury and I walk separate roads.
My rhythm is not of craving or gaining-
Let\u2019s say I ask for nothing at all.
I spend my days drawing dreams in secret at home.  
But still, you must know\u2026 whenever I see you-
I have become greedier than ever before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then the forests of Shaal and Piyal trees
Call me with their late-spring melodies!
Even the white corals of Coral Islands
Rise a top weavs in the ocean of my heart,
And start playing a restless flute
upon the crests of  joyous waves
A thousand-day slumber breaks within me then!
Wll you hold my hand just for a while, then? 
Will you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If only you wished,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll rent a little ferry, just for us!
And sailing you on the Palash River of dreams,
We\u2019ll wander all day long!
If you feel like it, we\u2019ll pick water lilies,
Catch fish, dive into the water,
Alongside herons and ducks,
We will splash with the cormorants too!
We\u2019ll even catch red-eyed fish from beneath!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet, in the end\u2026
My humble offering is simply this:
\u2018O beautiful beloved\u2019, now tell me!
Will all this be enough for you?
Will you sail with me in that boat?
Will you come with me?
Will you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

RU\u017dE RU\u017dI<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Magda \u0110or\u0111evi\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ru\u017eama se ru\u017ee daruju<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Empatije ,poklonom ostvaruju<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tajnovitost je mistika slasti<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I strahovanje re\u010di ,re\u010dima kasti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ko je taj lik \u0161to se u laticu  skriva<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stvaran,a u skrivanju biva<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0160to uzburka misli ovoga cveta<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u010cudesni  putevi  ,il’ dva  su sveta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Htela bi , znati a stvarnost je tajna<\/p>\n\n\n\n

U mirisnom srcu  postade bajna<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ipak joj snove vra\u0107a ka tome<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Uzburkane ,pred \u0107utnjom  ,pred kojom se lome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Puoi ridare speranza alla mia anima<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Elisa Mascia<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\u00c8 un dono di speranza per te.
La tua anima, assetata di spiritualit\u00e0, trova conforto nell’ardore di un sentimento rinnovato e mai
spento,
nascosto tra le leggere pieghe della mia anima.
\u00c8 un grande privilegio liberare la tua anima dal pesante fardello della responsabilit\u00e0 di dare
coraggio e sostegno a tutti,
e io, solo a te, sostengo il tuo braccio destro, ora levato insieme al cielo.
Tu, mia speranza, che torni a te con la dolcezza della forza,
gi\u00e0 impresso nel tuo cuore.
L’abbraccio del dolce e melodioso scorrere delle acque di un fiume nato dai rivoli di una
montagna innevata
che ha perso la memoria del suo gelo.
Scorre per perdersi nel mare della tranquillit\u00e0 dove anime affini si incontrano per seminare petali
di speranza nelle oasi di un deserto impresso sulla pelle prima ancora che esista il dono della
speranza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Day the Sky Stopped Crying<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Ada Rizzo<\/p>\n\n\n\n


In the womb of the desert,
where the wind has learned to weep,
a new silence is born today,
no longer a tomb, but a cradle.
Wounded homes gaze at each other
with eyes of stone and hope,
and the sky, weary of bearing witness,
unfolds like a clean sheet
above rooftops trembling with light.
A child picks up a stone,
the first step toward a door that wasn\u2019t there.
Mothers of ash and honey
plant olive trees in craters,
fathers teach the sun
not to fear tomorrow.
Peace is a breath held for years
now bursting in the chest
like a flower that has conquered the sand.
We walked barefoot
on the thorns of history,
and now blood becomes ink
writing the first verse
of a poem still without an ending.
But today,
today time has paused
to listen to the heartbeat
of a land beginning to live again.
And in the heart of Gaza,
where sorrow carved its throne,
a mother lights a candle
and the night, for the first time,
is no longer afraid to stay.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FOUNTAIN OF DESIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Maya Milojkovi\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The water gurgle accepts coins<\/p>\n\n\n\n

while wishes are spoken in silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

through the way of prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Desires travel at the speed of thought<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to the Universe<\/p>\n\n\n\n

who doesn’t know the word NO.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I imagined being a butterfly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Staring at the clear water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

which intoxicated my vigilance<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from shining golden threads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I managed to maintain that state of mind,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but the water mirror brought me back to reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ll throw in a coin next time, so I don’t forget that I’m just a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u0986\u099b\u09c7 \u09aa\u09cd\u09b0\u09be\u09a3\u09c7<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u09ae\u09be\u09a8\u09bf\u0995 \u099a\u0995\u09cd\u09b0\u09ac\u09b0\u09cd\u09a4\u09c0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u0986\u099b\u09c7 \u099a\u09cb\u0996\u09c7\u09b0 \u09a4\u09be\u09b0\u09be\u09af\u09bc- <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u0986\u099b\u09c7 \u09aa\u09cd\u09b0\u09be\u09a3\u09c7,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u0986\u099b\u09c7 \u09b9\u09c3\u09a6\u09af\u09bc \u09ae\u09be\u099d\u09c7-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u0986\u099b\u09c7 \u0997\u09be\u09a8\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb\u09af\u09bc \u09ad\u09b0\u09be \u09ad\u09c2\u09ac\u09a3 \u099c\u09cb\u09a1\u09bc\u09be \u0996\u09c7\u09b2\u099b\u09c7 \u09b0\u09ac\u09bf\u09b0 \u0986\u09b2\u09cb, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a4\u09ac\u09c1 \u0993 \u09b9\u09a0\u09be\u09ce \u0995\u09be\u09b2\u09cb \u09ae\u09c7\u0998\u09c7 \u0986\u0995\u09be\u09b6 \u0995\u09b0\u09c7 \u0995\u09be\u09b2\u09cb\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a6\u09be\u0993 \u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u09a6\u09be\u0993,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u099a\u09be\u0987 \u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u099a\u09be\u0987-<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb\u09af\u09bc \u099c\u09cd\u09ac\u09b2\u09c1\u0995 \u09ac\u09bf\u09b6\u09cd\u09ac,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u09b2\u09cb \u09aa\u09c7\u09af\u09bc\u09c7 \u09a4\u09ac\u09c7\u0987 \u09ac\u09be\u0981\u099a\u09c1\u0995 \u098f\u0987 \u09a6\u09c1\u09a8\u09bf\u09af\u09bc\u09be\u09b0 \u09a8\u09bf\u0983\u09b8\u09cd\u09ac\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u0391\u03c3\u03c4\u03ad\u03c1\u03b9\u03b1 <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

EVA Petropoulou Lianou <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03a3\u03c4\u03bf\u03bd \u03bf\u03c5\u03c1\u03b1\u03bd\u03cc \u03c5\u03c0\u03ac\u03c1\u03c7\u03bf\u03c5\u03bd \u03b1\u03bc\u03ad\u03c4\u03c1\u03b7\u03c4\u03b1 \u03b1\u03c3\u03c4\u03ad\u03c1\u03b9\u03b1, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0395\u03af\u03bd\u03b1\u03b9 \u03cc\u03bb\u03b5\u03c2 \u03bf\u03b9 \u03b5\u03c5\u03c7\u03ad\u03c2 \u03c4\u03ce\u03bd \u03b1\u03bd\u03b8\u03c1\u03ce\u03c0\u03c9\u03bd \u03c0\u03bf\u03c5 \u03c3\u03b5 \u03c3\u03c4\u03b9\u03b3\u03bc\u03ad\u03c2 \u03b5\u03c5\u03c4\u03c5\u03c7\u03af\u03b1\u03c2,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03b1\u03bb\u03bb\u03ac \u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03c3\u03b5 \u03c3\u03c4\u03b9\u03b3\u03bc\u03ad\u03c2 \u03b4\u03c5\u03c3\u03c4\u03c5\u03c7\u03af\u03b1\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ad\u03c3\u03c4\u03b5\u03b9\u03bb\u03b1\u03bd \u03c8\u03b7\u03bb\u03ac \u03bc\u03b5 \u03c4\u03b1 \u03c7\u03ad\u03c1\u03b9\u03b1 \u03b5\u03bd\u03c9\u03bc\u03ad\u03bd\u03b1 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u039a\u03bf\u03b9\u03c4\u03ce\u03bd\u03c4\u03b1\u03c2 \u03c8\u03b7\u03bb\u03ac <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0395\u03bb\u03c0\u03af\u03b6\u03bf\u03bd\u03c4\u03b1\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u039b\u03ad\u03be\u03b5\u03b9\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03a8\u03b9\u03b8\u03cd\u03c1\u03bf\u03c5\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03a7\u03b1\u03bc\u03cc\u03b3\u03b5\u03bb\u03b1 …<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0393\u03b9\u03b1 \u03bc\u03b9\u03b1 \u03b1\u03b3\u03ac\u03c0\u03b7 \u03c0\u03b1\u03bd\u03c4\u03bf\u03c4\u03b9\u03bd\u03ae <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0388\u03b3\u03b9\u03bd\u03b1\u03bd \u03b1\u03b7\u03b4\u03cc\u03bd\u03b9\u03b1 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03c0\u03ad\u03c4\u03b1\u03be\u03b1\u03bd \u03c8\u03b7\u03bb\u03ac <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03ad\u03bd\u03b1\u03c2 \u03bf\u03c5\u03c1\u03b1\u03bd\u03cc\u03c2 \u03b3\u03b1\u03bb\u03ac\u03b6\u03b9\u03bf\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03bc\u03b1\u03c2 \u03b5\u03bd\u03ce\u03bd\u03b5\u03b9 \u03cc\u03bb\u03bf\u03c5\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u039a\u03b9 \u03ad\u03bd\u03b1\u03c2 \u03ae\u03bb\u03b9\u03bf\u03c2 \u03b6\u03b5\u03c3\u03c4\u03cc\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u039a\u03b1\u03c5\u03c4\u03cc\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0397 \u03b6\u03c9\u03ae \u03bc\u03b1\u03c2 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u03bc\u03b9\u03b1 \u03c3\u03c5\u03b3\u03ba\u03bb\u03bf\u03bd\u03b9\u03c3\u03c4\u03b9\u03ba\u03ae \u03c3\u03c4\u03b9\u03b3\u03bc\u03ae <\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All Poems<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

( No Photo)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mohamed Rahal<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Convey my wish to her<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you like it<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t stay, and I suppressed my feelings<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was lost in my thoughts<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My thoughts were scattered<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started writing poems, but they didn’t come to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to write, but I couldn’t<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I won’t wake up and scream<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m worried, I mustn’t lose my will<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t sleep at night while I searched for her<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her image is enchanting<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes they whisper, sometimes they roar<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remembered seeing him, he went out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked at her and smiled<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked at me, I was happy, she closed her eyes, she smiled<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt my soul fleeing to her<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was thirsty<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt it, I liked it, I wanted it, I was close<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I love to travel<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What sweet magic<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will live with this all my life<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words and news bring me eyes as black as a sea of \u200b\u200bgreetings and help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0421\u0410\u041c\u041e \u0421\u0410\u041c \u041a\u0410\u041f<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Rakari Mionica<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041a\u0430\u043f \u0441\u0430\u043c,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0431\u0438\u045b\u0443 \u0442\u0438 \u043c\u0430\u0458\u0441\u043a\u0430 \u043a\u0438\u0448\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u0434 \u043c\u0435 \u043f\u043e\u043c\u0438\u043b\u0443\u0458\u0435<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0440\u0443\u043a\u0430 \u0442\u0432\u043e\u0458\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0417\u043d\u0430\u0448<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u043a\u043e \u0440\u043e\u0441\u0430 \u043f\u043e\u0441\u0442\u0430\u043d\u0435 \u0431\u0438\u0441\u0435\u0440<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u0434 \u0458\u0435 \u0434\u043e\u0442\u0430\u043a\u043d\u0435 \u0437\u043e\u0440\u043e\u043c \u0431\u043e\u0458\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041a\u0430\u043f \u0441\u0430\u043c ,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0430 \u0431\u0438\u045b\u0443 \u0442\u0438 \u0438\u0437\u0432\u043e\u0440 \u0431\u0438\u0441\u0442\u0430\u0440<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u0434 \u043a\u043b\u0438\u0437\u043d\u0435\u043c \u0442\u0438<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043d\u0438\u0437 \u0436\u0435\u0434\u043d\u0430 \u0443\u0441\u0442\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0417\u043d\u0430\u0448<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0434\u0430 \u043b\u0435\u0442\u045a\u0438 \u043e\u0431\u043b\u0430\u043a \u043e\u0436\u0438\u0432\u0438<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0441\u0443\u0448\u043e\u043c \u0441\u043f\u0440\u0436\u0435\u043d\u0430 \u043f\u043e\u0459\u0430 \u043f\u0443\u0441\u0442\u0430.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u041a\u0430\u043f \u0441\u0430\u043c ,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0431\u0438\u045b\u0443 \u0442\u0438 \u0440\u0435\u043a\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u0434 \u043c\u0438 \u0443\u0441\u043d\u0430\u043c\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0434\u043e\u0442\u0430\u043a\u043d\u0435\u0448 \u043b\u0438\u0446\u0435.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0417\u043d\u0430\u0448<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u043a\u043e \u0421\u0443\u043d\u0446\u0435\u043c \u043f\u043e\u0442\u043e\u043a \u0441\u0432\u0435\u0442\u043b\u0443\u0446\u0430<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u043a\u0430\u0434 \u0458\u0443\u0442\u0440\u043e \u043a\u0443\u043f\u0430 \u0436\u0435\u0434\u043d\u0435 \u043f\u0442\u0438\u0446\u0435.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0412\u0435\u0440\u0430 \u0421\u0442\u0435\u043f\u0430\u043d\u043e\u0432\u0438\u045b<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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WORDS<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Maria Kolovou Roumelioti<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words are not leaves in the wind,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that float…. and when<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 they fall to the ground,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

they rot and become food for fungi and flowers…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words are hymns<\/p>\n\n\n\n

that seem to reach Heaven:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

prayers are made on the backs of angels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and return to earth in the form of a wish<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and grace us!..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words have the power to change the world….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To beautify it but also to make it ugly!…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That is why our speech must be expressed with empathy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 for the responsibility that words carry!…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Words, have their roots in heaven<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and their face turned to the earth…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They are psalms that nourish the soul and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 keep our spirit awake!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fortunately, the ancient path is still kept open and<\/p>\n\n\n\n

we breathe fragrant words!…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

THE EYES OF THE UKRAINIAN LAND<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Tetjana Hrytsan<\/p>\n\n\n\n


In the dripping memories of love,
In the morning, I see the light, the stars.
Her blessed eyes, her holy request.
I am with you, even if the knitting needles
Want to measure time.
I am with you, I am by your side.
Love tenderly in your thoughts,
My Word is always with you,
The blue gaze is the God of Love.
The earthly and blessed Savior\u2026
Her dawning eyes, her girlish longings,
Her bright movements, Her happy hands,
Her blessed Yasas, her excessive, ours
Sensual worlds are flooded with tears for years\u2026
We have been washing ourselves in blood for too long.
We have merged inhumanly with the war,
We haven’t prayed in essence yet.
The enemy is still pressing on our world.
Happy Eyes – seven centuries, save your child,
Wash the waters, sanctify the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0995\u09cd\u09b7\u09c1\u09a7\u09be\u09b0\u09cd\u09a4 \u09ad\u09be\u09b2\u09cb\u09ac\u09be\u09b8\u09be<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

\u0997\u09cc\u09b0\u09c0 \u09b8\u09c7\u09a8<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09b6\u09c1\u09a8\u09b8\u09be\u09a8 \u09aa\u09a5-\u0998\u09be\u099f \u0986\u0981\u09a7\u09be\u09b0 \u099a\u09be\u09b0\u09bf\u09a7\u09be\u09b0\u09c7<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u09be\u0995\u09c0 \u09ae\u09a8 \u09a4\u09cb\u0995\u09c7 \u09aa\u09c7\u09a4\u09c7 \u0987\u099a\u09cd\u099b\u09be \u0995\u09b0\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1 \u09a8\u09be \u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u098f\u09b2\u09bf \u09a4\u09c1\u0987 \u09b0\u09be\u09a4 \u09a6\u09c1\u09aa\u09c1\u09b0\u09c7!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09b2\u09cb\u0995\u099a\u0995\u09cd\u09b7\u09c1\u09b0 \u0985\u09a8\u09cd\u09a4\u09b0\u09be\u09b2\u09c7 \u09a2\u09c1\u0995\u09b2\u09bf \u098f\u09b8\u09c7 \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09b0 \u0998\u09b0\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1 \u09a8\u09be \u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u099a\u09ae\u0995\u09c7 \u0997\u09c7\u09b2\u09be\u09ae \u09a4\u09cb\u0995\u09c7 \u09a6\u09c7\u0996\u09c7,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a8\u09bf\u09af\u09bc\u09ae \u09ad\u09be\u0999\u09be\u09b0 \u0995\u09cd\u09b7\u09c1\u09a6\u09be \u09a4\u09cb\u09b0 \u099a\u09cb\u0996\u09c7 -\u09ae\u09c1\u0996\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a6\u09be\u09ae\u09be\u09b2 \u099d\u09a1\u09bc\u09c7\u09b0 \u0986\u09a4\u09b0 \u09a4\u09cb\u09b0 \u09b8\u09be\u09b0\u09be \u0997\u09be\u09af\u09bc\u09c7,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09a6\u09b8\u09cd\u09af\u09bf\u09aa\u09a8\u09be \u0995\u09b0\u09a4\u09c7 \u099a\u09be\u09b8 \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09af\u09bc \u099b\u09c1\u0981\u09af\u09bc\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1 \u09a8\u09be \u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u09a8\u09bf\u09b2\u09bf \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09af\u09bc \u09ac\u09be\u09b9\u09c1\u09a1\u09cb\u09b0\u09c7,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1 \u09a8\u09be \u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u09b0\u09be\u0996\u09b2\u09bf \u09a0\u09cb\u0981\u099f \u0993\u0987 \u0985\u09a7\u09b0\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u09b6\u09be\u09a8\u09cd\u09a4 \u09b6\u09c0\u09a4\u09b2 \u099c\u09cd\u09af\u09cb\u09ce\u09b8\u09cd\u09a8\u09be \u09b0\u09be\u09a4\u09c7 \u09a8\u09bf\u09ac\u09bf\u09a1\u09bc \u0995\u09b0\u09c7,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0989\u09a0\u09c1\u0995 \u09a8\u09be \u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u09ae\u09b0\u09c1 \u099d\u09a1\u09bc \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09af\u09bc  \u0998\u09bf\u09b0\u09c7\u0964\u0964 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1 \u09a8\u09be \u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u09ad\u09be\u0999\u09b2\u09bf \u0986\u099c \u09a8\u09bf\u09af\u09bc\u09ae\u0997\u09c1\u09b2\u09bf,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0986\u0999\u09c1\u09b2 \u09a4\u09c1\u09b2\u09c7 \u09b8\u09ae\u09be\u099c \u09b9\u09af\u09bc\u09a4 \u09a6\u09c7\u09ac\u09c7 \u0997\u09be\u09b2\u09bf\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1 \u09a8\u09be\u09b9\u09af\u09bc \u09a6\u09c1’\u099c\u09a8 \u09ae\u09bf\u09b2\u09c7 \u09ad\u09be\u09b2\u09cb\u09ac\u09c7\u09b8\u09c7,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0995\u09bf\u099b\u09c1\u099f\u09be \u09b8\u09ae\u09af\u09bc \u098f\u0995\u09b8\u0999\u09cd\u0997\u09c7  \u09b0\u0987\u09b2\u09be\u09ae \u09aa\u09be\u09b6\u09c7\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Echoes From An Exploding Clock<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Parvinder Nagi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time drips softly from a silent sky,
Fragments shimmer where the minutes break,
A molten clock forgets the reason why,
As ticking bones begin to quake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The desert holds its breath in light,
Shadows twist in fractured air,
A watch erupts in dreamlike flight,
Scattering seconds everywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Metal petals bloom from space,
Melted hours scatter and bend,
Reality slips without a trace,
Where shattered moments never end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From splintered gears new stars are born,
Bright echoes pulse through endless night,
What once was whole lies ripped and torn,
Yet time still flickers into light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0411\u0410\u041a\u0418\u041d\u0421\u041a\u0418\u0415 \u0421\u0412\u0410\u0414\u042c\u0411\u042b<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Nigar Khalilova<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u042f \u043d\u0430 \u0441\u0432\u0430\u0434\u044c\u0431\u0430\u0445 \u043d\u0435\u043c\u0430\u043b\u043e \u0433\u0443\u043b\u044f\u043b,
\u0411\u044b\u043b \u0441\u0432\u0438\u0434\u0435\u0442\u0435\u043b\u0435\u043c \u0440\u0430\u0437\u043d\u044b\u0445 \u043e\u0431\u044b\u0447\u0430\u0435\u0432.
\u041f\u0435\u0441\u043d\u0435\u0439 \u0441\u043b\u0430\u0434\u043a\u043e\u0439 \u044f \u0441\u043b\u0443\u0445 \u0443\u0442\u043e\u043b\u044f\u043b
\u0417\u0435\u043c\u043b\u044f\u043a\u0430\u043c \u0438 \u0438\u043d\u0430\u043a\u043e\u044f\u0437\u044b\u0447\u043d\u044b\u043c.
\u0420\u0432\u0430\u043b\u0430 \u0434\u0443\u0448\u0443 \u0433\u0438\u0442\u0430\u0440\u0430 \u0433\u0430\u0432\u0430\u0439\u0441\u043a\u0430\u044f,
\u0418 \u0441\u043e\u043f\u0435\u0440\u043d\u0438\u0447\u0430\u043b \u0430\u043a\u043a\u043e\u0440\u0434\u0435\u043e\u043d.
\u042f, \u043f\u043e\u0440\u043e\u0439, \u0443\u0441\u0442\u0443\u043f\u0430\u043b \u0441\u0446\u0435\u043d\u0443 \u0442\u0430\u0440\u0443,
\u0412\u0438\u0440\u0442\u0443\u043e\u0437 \u0438 \u0441\u043e\u043b\u0438\u0441\u0442- \u044d\u0442\u043e \u043e\u043d!
\u042f \u043b\u044e\u0431\u043b\u044e \u043d\u0430\u0448\u0438 \u0441\u0432\u0430\u0434\u044c\u0431\u044b \u0431\u0430\u043a\u0438\u043d\u0441\u043a\u0438\u0435
\u0412 \u043e\u0447\u0430\u0440\u043e\u0432\u0430\u043d\u043d\u044b\u0445 \u0432\u0437\u0433\u043b\u044f\u0434\u0430\u0445 \u0433\u043e\u0441\u0442\u0435\u0439,
\u00ab\u0412\u0430\u0433\u0437\u0430\u043b\u044b\u00bb \u0438 \u00ab\u042f\u0439\u043b\u044b\u0445\u00bb, \u0438 \u00ab\u0413\u044f\u043b\u0438\u043d \u0445\u0430\u0432\u0430\u0441\u044b\u00bb
\u041f\u0443\u0441\u0442\u044c \u0437\u0432\u0443\u0447\u0430\u0442 \u043d\u0430 \u0448\u0435\u0441\u0442\u044c \u0441\u0432\u0435\u0442\u0430 \u0447\u0430\u0441\u0442\u0435\u0439!
\u041d\u0430 \u0441\u0442\u043e\u043b\u0430\u0445, \u0441\u043b\u043e\u0432\u043d\u043e, \u043f\u0440\u0430\u0437\u0434\u043d\u0438\u043a \u0433\u0440\u0430\u043d\u0430\u0442\u043e\u0432\u044b\u0439,-
\u00ab\u0417\u043e\u043b\u043e\u0442\u043e\u0439 \u0411\u0430\u043a\u0443\u00bb, \u00ab\u041d\u0430\u0440\u00bb, \u00ab\u0421\u0435\u043c\u044c \u043a\u0440\u0430\u0441\u0430\u0432\u0438\u0446\u00bb,
\u00ab\u0428\u0438\u0440\u0432\u0430\u043d \u0448\u0430\u0445\u0438\u00bb- \u0432\u0438\u043d\u043e \u0432\u0438\u043d\u043e\u0433\u0440\u0430\u0434\u043d\u043e\u0435.
\u00ab\u0421\u0430\u0432\u0430\u043b\u0430\u043d\u0443\u00bb \u043f\u0443\u0440\u043f\u0443\u0440\u043d\u043e\u043c\u0443 \u0441\u043b\u0430\u0432\u0438\u0442\u044c\u0441\u044f!
\u042f \u0441\u043b\u0435\u0433\u043a\u0430 \u0437\u0430\u0445\u043c\u0435\u043b\u0435\u043b, \u043d\u0443 \u0438 \u0447\u0442\u043e \u0436\u0435?!
\u041d\u0435 \u043e\u0442\u0432\u0435\u0434\u0430\u0432\u0448\u0438\u0439, \u0431\u0443\u0434\u0435\u0448\u044c \u0441\u0443\u0434\u0438\u043c!
\u041d\u0430 \u0448\u0430\u0444\u0440\u0430\u043d\u043e\u0432\u043e-\u0440\u0438\u0441\u043e\u0432\u043e\u043c \u043b\u043e\u0436\u0435
\u0426\u0430\u0440\u0441\u043a\u0438\u0439 \u043f\u043b\u043e\u0432 \u043f\u043e\u0434\u043d\u0435\u0441\u043b\u0438 \u043c\u043e\u043b\u043e\u0434\u044b\u043c.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WOMEN, BEYOND THE INDEX OF BODY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Perwaiz Shaharyar<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lake-like eyes\/ Scarlet coral-like lips\/ Curly-curvy hairs<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Attraction all four directions<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These are mazes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Face and physical charms are curtains, indeed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A weapon to keep off you from the desired abode<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A true woman lives somewhere else<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beyond the index of her body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sitting crouch like a recluse<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just like an abstract thing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a dream of snow-white clouds<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, similar to the moonless dark night<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dormant lightening, full of its potency<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Extremely tough meditation is needed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To open her inner layers of heart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love is considered to be the genuine pearl of a woman<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This can discover by proceeding beyond her body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Otherwise, nothing lies in the whirlpool of body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Man wants to overpower<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The screaming body of a woman<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the body is a dune of sands\/ a fair of desires<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is only mirage and mirage<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Women used to be hidden,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somewhere in her inner self,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead of, being found in her apparent body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which is like an epic center of a live volcano<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A man in his entire life<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Uses to run after fascinating faces<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like those idiot men<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who on the surface of the water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Often, stare at diving and floating waves<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With their curious eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Use to play, the whole day, with shells lying on beaches<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps, they do not know<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That the true pearls are senselessly lying<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the depth of a sea,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where the breathes not much support the divers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To achieve such unknown pearls in the deep sea<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Needed to wait till the lips of the shell get opened<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To get the original element of a woman<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You will have to raise the curtain of deceitful face<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You will have to step down<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In to the concealed room of her heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You will have to knock and knock again<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the tightly closed window of her soul<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A woman is not a thing of luxury<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a commodity of marketing<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not even a body of only bone and flesh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The true name of a woman is ——<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love, love, and only love!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reka<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Tanja Ajti\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ti koji si stanovnik pored reke
veruje\u0161 u slike malih bogova ljubavi
u staroj rimskoj umetnosti
i renesanse kao i novog doba.
U ljupku krilatu de\u010dicu zabavljenu
raznim poslovima
vidi\u0161 ih i govori\u0161 kao Sokrat:
\u201cZnam da ni\u0161ta ne znam!\u201c.
Ka\u017ee\u0161 da je svet imanje bez gospodara
i da se ne zna ko je njen tvorac?
Ti kao slobodni mislilac, ni dobar ni r\u0111av,
ravnodu\u0161an, ali ne i nemo\u0107an.
Vidi\u0161 tu divnu decu u odsjaju reke
koja za tebe te\u010de u beskraj i u\u017eiva\u0161.
Ima\u0161 sigurno uto\u010di\u0161te i dovoljno vazduha
za pre\u017eivljavanje svega
u zraku koji mo\u017ee da izazove
hemijske promene a ti mo\u017ee\u0161 da ih izra\u010duna\u0161
samo ako \u017eeli\u0161.
Ti \u017eivi\u0161 u svom odsjaju lika
i ja ti verujem
da svet mo\u017ee biti lepo mesto
ako se zagledamo u sebe.
Onda je sve jasno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A Tendril Cut with Sighs<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Al-Qaddafi Masoud<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who put you in my world,
a beautiful lie?
Who dressed you in tempting questions,
stirred you up in a storm
until you became an appointment
spread across my eyelid,
heavy from no sleep,
my pink-cheeked child?
How can your face be level with the sun,
you who are other people’s sin?
When you roar inside their quiet
and they show the fangs of their goodness.
You make tears ring through my streets,
climb my peace
with a light, ambitious trick.
You put on the wound
so the hurt in you hits its peak,
your own veins cut their arteries,
you cry hot coals,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

you hide in my silence,
hoping it gives you a tendril
cut down with sighs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Translation Dr . Salwa Goda<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

L\u2019attesa<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Harmonia Mundi<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Nella stanza azzurra
la luce non decide.
Un arco in riposo:
respiro trattenuto
tra legno e pelle.
Fuori, il vetro \u00e8 inverno;
dentro, il fuoco tace.
Attendo.
Che il cuore si faccia ala
senza muovere aria.
Attendo note
prima della nota:
la vibrazione che pensa.
Attendo uno sguardo \u2014
non uno sguardo qualsiasi:
quello.
E in quel punto muto
dove il tempo s’inchina,
attendo amore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0924\u093f\u0924\u0932\u0940<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

 \u0938\u0941\u091a\u0902\u0926\u094d\u0930\u093f\u0924\u093e \u0918\u094b\u0937\u093e\u0932 \u091a\u0915\u094d\u0930\u0935\u0930\u094d\u0924\u0940<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0930\u0902\u0917-\u092c\u093f\u0930\u0902\u0917\u0940 \u0924\u093f\u0924\u0932\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u092c\u0939\u0941\u0924 \u0905\u091a\u094d\u091b\u093e \u0930\u0942\u092a\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0905\u091a\u093e\u0928\u0915, \u092e\u0948\u0902 \u0924\u0941\u092e\u094d\u0939\u0947\u0902 \u0926\u0947\u0916\u0924\u093e \u0939\u0942\u0901<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u092c\u0939\u0941\u0924 \u0916\u0941\u0936\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u092e\u0941\u0938\u094d\u0915\u0941\u0930\u093e\u0913 \u0916\u0941\u0936 \u0930\u0939\u094b, \u0938\u094d\u0928\u0948\u092a \u0915\u0930\u094b<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0907\u0927\u0930 \u0909\u0927\u0930 \u091c\u093e\u0913\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u092a\u0947\u0921\u093c \u0915\u0940 \u091f\u0939\u0928\u0940 \u092a\u0930, \u092a\u0924\u094d\u0924\u094b\u0902 \u0915\u0947 \u092c\u0940\u091a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0907\u091a\u094d\u091b\u093e \u0915\u094d\u092f\u093e \u0939\u0948?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0907\u0924\u0928\u0947 \u0930\u0942\u092a, \u091d\u0932\u0915\u093f\u092f\u093e\u0901<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0914\u0930 \u0915\u094d\u092f\u093e \u0930\u0939 \u0938\u0915\u0924\u093e \u0939\u0948?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u092d\u0917\u0935\u093e\u0928 \u0915\u093e \u092e\u0939\u093e\u0928 \u0909\u092a\u0939\u093e\u0930<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0938\u092d\u0940 \u0905\u0928\u0941\u0938\u0930\u0923 \u0915\u0930\u0924\u0947 \u0939\u0948\u0902\u0964<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

FALI LJUBAV<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

( Photo is Missing)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Radmila Stojadinovi\u0107<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Imam krov od sigurnosti
i nebo u d\u017eepu.
Ormare u kojima nema zime,
klju\u010deve svih vrata
osim onog
koji otvara tu\u0111e srce.
Imam ime koje zvoni
kada zovu zbog koristi,
ruke koje daju,
i osmeh navu\u010den kao sve\u010danu haljinu
za tu\u0111e praznike.
Imam sve.
Fali ono \u201eostani\u201c
bez ra\u010dunice.
Moje srce \u2013 banka bez kamate,
gde drugi ula\u017eu svoje tuge,
a niko ne podi\u017ee ljubav.
Stojim kao ku\u0107a na raskrsnici,
tu se sklanjaju od ki\u0161e,
bri\u0161u cipele o moje \u0107utanje,
pa odu
\u010dim se nebo razvedri.
Imam ogledala koja ka\u017eu
da sam dovoljna,
a nemam jedan pogled
koji bi to rekao bez re\u010di.
Imam hiljadu poruka
koje po\u010dinju sa \u201etreba mi\u201c,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

i nijednu
koja ka\u017ee \u201etreba\u0161 mi\u201c.
No\u0107u skupljam sebe
kao prosute perle sa poda,
i pitam se
da li sam nevidljiva
kada ni\u0161ta ne dajem.
Imam sve \u0161to se mo\u017ee meriti \u2013
kvadrate, brojeve, titule,
i jednu prazninu
koja nema mernu jedinicu.
Ipak \u017eelim
da me neko bar na tren
pogleda kao \u010dudo,
dodirne kao da sam krhka,
i ostane
ne zbog onoga \u0161to imam,
ve\u0107 zbog onoga
\u0161to jesam.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What if?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Melita Mely<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is today the time<\/p>\n\n\n\n

for a new beginning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

leaving behind old habits,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

worn out daily<\/p>\n\n\n\n

routines,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

beginning the next<\/p>\n\n\n\n

chapter of life? A skillfully<\/p>\n\n\n\n

packaged lie goes better <\/p>\n\n\n\n

than the “bare” truth. What if<\/p>\n\n\n\n

today is the last moment for<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to move on to a new chapter,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to truly consider the reasons for <\/p>\n\n\n\n

our lives, our actions towards<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ourselves and others, our responsibilities? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We wait for the “right” time, what if<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the hourglass is slipping through our fingers, not<\/p>\n\n\n\n

regarding our “tomorrows?” .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will forget you<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Ishrat Hasan <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day I will forget you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your memories will fade<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from the corners of my thoughts<\/p>\n\n\n\n

where they once lived too deeply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day your absence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

will stop feeling like a wound<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and start feeling like space\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

quiet, harmless & finally mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will wake without <\/p>\n\n\n\n

searching for you in memories,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

without weighing every moment<\/p>\n\n\n\n

against what we were…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And when that day will come,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it won\u2019t mean you meant nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It will mean I survived loving you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and learned how to let go…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0644\u0639\u0627\u0628\u0631\u0648\u0646 \u0623\u0641\u0642 \u0627\u0644\u0635\u0645\u062a<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Nagla Hasan<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0625\u0644\u0649 \u062a\u0644\u0643 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0634\u0628\u0627\u062d \u0627\u0644\u062a\u0627\u0626\u0647\u0629<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u0639\u0644\u0649 \u062d\u0648\u0627\u0641 \u0627\u0644\u0630\u0627\u0643\u0631\u0629…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0625\u0644\u0649 \u0645\u0646 \u064a\u0639\u0628\u0631\u0648\u0646 \u0623\u0641\u0642 \u0627\u0644\u0635\u0645\u062a:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0644\u0627 \u062a\u062d\u064a\u0629… \u0648\u0644\u0627 \u0633\u0644\u0627\u0645<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0644\u0623\u0634\u0628\u0627\u062d\u0643\u0645 \u0627\u0644\u062a\u064a\u060c \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627 \u0645\u0631\u062a<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0639\u0644\u0649 \u0623\u0637\u0631\u0627\u0641 \u0627\u0644\u062d\u0642\u064a\u0642\u0629\u060c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u062a\u064f\u062d\u062f\u062b \u0635\u0631\u0627\u0639\u064b\u0627 \u0644\u0639\u0644\u0627\u0645\u0627\u062a \u0627\u0644\u0627\u0633\u062a\u0641\u0647\u0627\u0645<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0641\u064a \u0623\u0639\u0645\u0627\u0642 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0633\u0626\u0644\u0629…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0648\u0644\u0627 \u0623\u062d\u062f \u064a\u062c\u064a\u0628 \u0639\u0644\u0649 \u0635\u0631\u062e\u0627\u062a \u0627\u0644\u0635\u0645\u062a.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0627\u0644\u0630\u064a \u064a\u0648\u0642\u0639 \u0627\u0644\u062d\u064a\u0627\u0629 \u0641\u064a \u0634\u0628\u0627\u0643 \u0627\u0644\u0648\u0647\u0645…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u064a\u062d\u064a\u0637\u0647\u0627 \u0628\u0627\u0644\u0633\u0631\u0627\u0628 \u0648\u0633\u0637 \u0627\u0644\u0644\u0627\u0648\u0639\u064a\u060c \u0648\u0627\u0644\u0644\u0627\u064a\u0642\u0638\u0629\u060c \u0648\u0627\u0644\u063a\u0641\u0644\u0629 \u0648\u0627\u0644\u0632\u064a\u0641…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u062a\u064f\u063a\u0630\u0651\u0648\u0646 \u0627\u0644\u0643\u0648\u0627\u0628\u064a\u0633 \u0627\u0644\u062a\u064a \u062a\u064f\u0645\u0632\u0651\u0642 \u0639\u0642\u0648\u0644\u0646\u0627<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0628\u0634\u0631\u0627\u0621 \u062a\u0630\u0627\u0643\u0631 \u0644\u0646\u0633\u064a\u0627\u0646 \u0630\u0643\u0631\u064a\u0627\u062a\u0646\u0627 \u0627\u0644\u0639\u0632\u064a\u0632\u0629<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0648\u0623\u062d\u0644\u0627\u0645\u0646\u0627 \u0627\u0644\u0631\u0627\u0626\u0639\u0629\u060c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u0648\u0644\u0627 \u0628\u0623\u0632\u0647\u0627\u0631 \u0627\u0644\u0631\u0628\u064a\u0639.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0628\u0642\u0644\u0645\/ \u0646\u062c\u0644\u0627\u0621 \u0639\u0644\u064a \u062d\u0633\u0646<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0627\u0644\u0641\u0631\u0627\u0634\u0629 \u0627\u0644\u0632\u0631\u0642\u0627\u0621<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

HE CALLS OF SILENCE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Jasmina Cirkovic<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bestow mercy upon the slumbering kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Embrace the soul that beats for yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On a sorrowful touch, a button snaps with ease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything seems tailored, dragged on a leash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tilt the pitcher, moisten the essence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each being struggles within itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Broken spears, the breath of silence creates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dew in the eye awakens the silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fire still dozes, the embers flicker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To sighs, we open the doors with ease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Passion captures senses, consciousness in another sphere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a moment, step closer, there the lily grows whiter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tallow candle burns, surrounded by shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On your wing, our hands are entwined…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0634\u0645\u06cc\u0631 \u06a9\u06cc \u0628\u0644\u0628\u0644<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Ishaq Abbasi <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It Walks by Your Side<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Tasneem Hossain<\/p>\n\n\n\n


It walks by your side every minute, every day,
Smiling at your greed and hunger for power;
Your desires and gains; your foolishness;
Nothing you do can make it go away;
It walks by your side every minute, every day.
You curse others and destroy
Whenever you can;
For your own gain.
You build vast castles, earn dollars,
You are rich. What an honour!
It doesn\u2019t leave your side.
It walks beside you every minute, every day.
You build homes and shelters to protect you
from storms and wintry days.
But it walks beside you every minute, every day.
When the moment comes
You see your follies; you feel remorse,
guilt and regret.
No time to reverse the time you were given
To change, for you to be forgiven;
Singing mournful dirges,
You sink to endless rest.
Death always walks by your side every minute every day;
Gathers you in its arms, under the cold grave, to forever stay.
Your soul soars to the other side for eternity.
Death dies eternally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

WHERE HUMANITY BREATHES<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Jitender Singh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The silent heartbeat of love and compassion~<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Among countless faces walking in a crowd,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each heart holds a silent sky unbowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Names and languages may drift apart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet love remains the wealth of the heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When a gentle hand lifts one who falls,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

True faith speaks without loud calls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The one who wipes unseen tears away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Writes humanity\u2019s light in a quiet way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No walls of status, no trade of hate,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where hearts unite, compassion conquers fate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When souls connect beyond divide,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A world of tender hope is born inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A piece of bread sincerely shared<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turns hunger into a whispered prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The warmth of a genuine, simple smile<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gives a weary soul rest for a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Victory is not in standing above,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nor watching another fall unloved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The truest triumph the heart can see<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is love blooming where deserts used to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let us promise within today<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To never let hatred find its way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Upon this sacred human land,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May kindness forever take its stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When deeds rise higher than titles claimed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And mercy outshines ambitions framed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Know the deepest truth gently agrees \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love lives where humanity breathes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

YOUR PRISONER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

( Photo Missing)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brixhilda Dede<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I look for you in my soul. Where the colors of life bloom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I go inside and go crazy, Forget yourself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Its absence makes longing howl in heart sighs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I died and came back again, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just for you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw,.. you were looking for me endlessly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fool is your prisoner! Without her love, there is no moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Divine breath, sent from God!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 If you want, come like a solar storm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poured the bright aurora of polar dawns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 If you want, come like a fire of stars of silvery nights, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Through blue lights, the desire to enter the blood, to caress the stem cells in the straw of the back. You just come!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

MYSELF, FORGIVE ME<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

( Photo Missing)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kumria Shala<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myself, forgive me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For hurting you by bringing near thoughtless people<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who toy with your feelings and your purity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forgive me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For dragging you through the inferno of worthless beings,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As you try to give meaning to what only seeks to destroy your character.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You endure me every day,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even when I deserve to be chained down,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I may come to my senses,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, I do not spare you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forgive the wounds I open in you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The silence you carry, heavy with pain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your efforts to guide others<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where love and respect are absent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myself, forgive me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For I am killing you with full awareness,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And you owe me nothing in this life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Please forgive me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For in trying to help others,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I forget about you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myself, my soul of light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You cannot satisfy the evil-hearted;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They are never pleased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myself, forgive me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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