A Rainbow of Emotions
 
It rains, then the blue sky becomes beautiful, 
The painting of a skilled artist is offended, resentful, 
The hand of nature draws a colorful rainbow 
This masterpiece is blessed, everyone who sees it is blessed. 
Emotions are like rainbows in the sky, 
Each color gives its meaning to a person's state of mind. 
Creates resonance, affects the mood, 
He wanders in his soul, dominates his existence. 
The rainbow is a miracle, it has a scientific basis, 
The limit sunbeam, in the drop of rain, 
Changing colors over time, 
Bends in an arc-shaped viewing angle. 
How many times during the day do feelings, emotions, 
As if it is raining on the heart, it brings sadness and longing, 
Wherever the sun reaches, it brings happiness. 
It brings a bright insight to see the joy of life. 


Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, reciter, and translator. Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Sharginsesi», «Ziya», «Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar», «Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for
Africa», «JuntosporlasLetras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.

Third Eye, Remote Viewing, Memory, Psychic Impressions, Recall, 1750 South Ocean BLVD, Circa 1983 

Instead of imagining the basics, I go further, not only to the grounds but to details. Details that would not matter to anyone, but that matter to me, to see. I went into a trance. I could see that the pool has a cement form around the perimeter and is white and there are black numbers that designate the depth at various places. A wooden structure that houses the pumping system. Thick green grass that meets cement walkways and an Astro turf putting ground. Planters. There is a container of oil that you are supposed to wash your feet with to get off any bit of tar that might have stuck to your foot on the beach.

A wild part of grasses that grow from the sand before the beach proper. You can’t step much barefoot anyhow if long it’s too hot. A towel must be put in the seat in the rental cars the seat is too hot. A newspaper box blue and one yellow out front. Cement fences. A building across that is white with yellow trim. The railings then are aluminum. Not fancy. Utilitarian and for function. Hurricane shutters same colour as railings. Tiles. There are tiles on the balcony floor. But some people have outdoor green carpeting. My friends are from Michigan. They will knock in the first few minutes. They live next door and can somehow know I have arrived. They will ask me to go out with them and I always will. Immediately. Before anything. And we will run in the sun and dive in the sea and be in the pool.

The waters of everywhere will cool and refresh and enlighten us. Later I can smell the iron-on prints in the cool t/shirt shop. The shirt will go on my tan and healthy shoulders. I never use suntan lotion. I don’t burn them. Now I burn in a few minutes. There are people fishing. There is a hedge. A palm tree. Ground lights yellow orange green pink and blue. Shells. A small plane flies a banner. A big plane gets me there. Eastern. Ward Air. Don’t take me away. Each time, I dread the idea of leaving. There is only a day left. I won’t sleep here tomorrow night. I have to go home. Don’t take me home. This is supposed to be my home. Don’t take me away. Just don’t. Don’t. Please don’t. But you did. Sadness. Impossible incredible sunken sadness. 

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Time -the great equalizer

Time is irrelevant  —  it never ends.

Here on earth or in some other realm.

We worry -Life is passing me ‘goodbye.’

I am getting older.

Well, of course- did you  expect to remain a pimpled teenager without life experience forever

What is the joy in that –what is the point of -No progress  and therefore no knowledge.

Ever hear the expression -‘No pain no gain.’

You have to earn it by living -it is not given away like water.

We contribute to the earth- and it is an honor to be able to do so.

Time can be cherished as a rite of passage or  condemned with a childish mind.

There is a reason we are born-age -live and exit.

Honor it and do something of value with it.

No one chooses to suffer-but that’s the road map to knowledge.

why do you think a baby cries at birth-they know what’s coming.

Glory and grief.

Both welcomed as part of the earthly gift.

Without struggle what would we be and where would we be.

Otherwise we would remain unknowing babes for all time and life would be unbearable and without meaning.

All the discoveries ever made were found in struggle and reward.

Be grateful for age -for as the saying goes- ‘With age comes Wisdom.’

And if wisdom does not accompany age that is not the fault of life itself-but of the person living it.

Take you gift of life and run with it.

Make the most of it.

Discover the meaning of the Universe.

EMBRACE MY SILENCE

Embrace my silence

With your arms of happiness

And wrap my heart

In threads of silk

And don’t let the southern wind

Erase a smile

Of the gifted hope

From the fallen.

Embrace my silence

And you shall hear

A heartbeat

And clatter of longing

In the silence of my infinity.

Embrace my silence

And call me by my name

In this night of suspense

And I shall come

Like a fairy

All in white

To open your eyes,

Which shine

Like burning stars.

Your eyes

Are like white lighthouses

In the fear of my depths.

Your eyes are like eternal diamonds

In the colours

Of glorious life. 

Jasna Gugić was born in Vinkovci, Croatia. She is the Vice-President of the Association of Artists and Writers of the World SAPS; P.L.O.T.S USA the Creative Magazine Ambassador for Croatia, Ambassador in Elite Arab Creative Union of The Royal House – Lebanon, Ambassador of Peace and Peaceful Coexistence – Morocco, Global Ambassador of Literacy and Culture for the Asih Sasami Indonesia Global Writers, and a member of Angeena International, a non-profit organization for peace, humanity, literature, poetry, and culture. She is also co-editor of the anthology, Compassion-Save the World, one poem was written by 130 world poets.

Jasna has published three collections of poems. The first two collections are bilingual: one is Croatian-English and the other is Croatian-Polish. The third collection consists of a single poem translated into sixty languages of the world.

Jasna Gugić is one of the winners of the World Award for Cultural Excellence “César Vallejo” for the year 2020. in the category of culture, awarded by Union Hispanomundial de Escritores (UHE).

She is one of the winners of the World Award for Excellence “Golden Eagle” for the year 2023. in the category of literature, awarded by Union Hispanomundial de Escritores (UHE), in a global alliance with Mil Mentes por Mexico International (MMPMI) and Academia Mundial de Literatura, Historia, Arte y Cultura(AMLHAC) and Global Peace Alliance Award 2023. awarded by Union Hispanomundial de Escritores (UHE) , MIL MENTES por Mexico Internacional, and Academia Mundial de Literatura, Historia, Arte y Cultura(AMLHAC). 

Jasna is a multiple winner of many international awards for poetry and literature and her work has been translated into several world languages. 

She lives and works in Zagreb, Croatia. Her poems have been published in magazines in the USA, Spain, Greece, Italy, Russia, Croatia, India, Syria, Denmark, Brazil, Mexico, Bangladesh, Serbia, Albania, Nigeria, Belgium, China, Chile, Nepal, Pakistan, Korea, Germany, Turkey, etc.

Her poems have been published in so many world-famous print and electronic magazines, journals, websites, blogs, and anthologies like Spillwords Press – USA, P.L.O.T.S. The Creative Magazine – USA, Mad Swirl – USA ,Inspired – USA Raven Cage – USA, Highland Park Poetry – USA, Setu – USA, Ariel Chart – USA, Dissident Voice – USA, World of Myth Magazine – USA, Cocktail Literary Journal –USA, Synchronized Chaos Magazine – USA, Cajun Mutt Press – USA, Word City Literary Journal – USA, Medusa‟s Kitchen – USA, Sage Cigarettes – USA, Fevers of the Mind – USA,  Atunis Galaxy Poetry – Albania /Belgium, Mokasini – Israel, Lothlorien Poetry Journal – UK, Polis Magazino – Greece, Homo Universalis – Greece, Chinese Language Monthly – 中國語文月刊 – China, Active Muse – India,  Eboquills – Nigeria, Azahar Revista Poetica – Spain, Sindh Courier – Pakistan, Magazine Humanity – Russia, Entre Parentesis – Chile, Daily Asia Bani – Bangladesh, Bharat Vision – Denmark, Litterateur Rw, Dritare E Re – Albania, Literary Yard – India, Gazeta Destinacioni – Albania, Newspaper Lissalba – Albania, Alb- Spirit – Albania, Albania Press – Albania, Alessandria Today – Italy, The Moment International News – Germany, Kavya Kishor English – Bangladesh, PETRUŠKA NASTAMBA, an e-magazine for language, literature, and culture – Serbia, Güncel Sanat magazine – Turkey, Cultural Reverence, a global digital journal of art and literature -India, A Too Powerful Word – Serbia, Magazine Ghorsowar – India, Al-Arabi Today Magazine, Magazine Rainbow, Humayuns Editorial – Bangladesh, Himalaya Diary – Nepal and Agarid br. 24 and 16, Online newspaper NewsNjeju, Korea, Willwash. wordpress blogzine – Nigeria.

DON'T EVER LOOK BACK!

Me trying to find someone for my road
To keep memory in your heart forever 
I earnestly wish to have you by my side 
Glide ahead in joyous stream of this life
Keep chanting & smiling like a free bird
Never let any grim thought tickle you 
The road ahead is calling you aloud
Don't ever look back and let's proceed 
This sombre night'll pass as time ticks
Don't let your hand slip away from mine
Call me back if you feel like losing again.


 UNTOLD TALE OF MY HEART!

You do know the untold tale of my heart 
At bottom linger all the unspoken words
I could barely whisper them in my heart
I stay awake all night along with the stars
I gaze at the sky in utter lonesomeness 
My heart and soul resonate with solitude
For it's impossible for me to forget you
I've already left the whole world for you.



 EVEN IF I DIE!

Why is life just a couple of moments 
Let me ask for more time from God
I don't want to go far from you
Every pain seems pleasant 
Your smile is my hope and strength 
Even if the world is cruel to me
My safe heaven is in them
My heaven is but in your lap
My life is due to your heartbeats
Your wishes are my prayers now
What a unique bond ours is
I'll come back to you only even if I die.


 MY SOULMATE!

Without you this life'll be in utter despair
We'll meet each other no matter what
Like waves breaking together not to part
Your tinkling anklets my music of heart
You're my soulmate, so unique in world
Let nothing obstructs our path forever
May we always be found hand in hand
From this cunning world I'll steal you
I'll hide you in the corner of my heart 
In trouble I'll take care of you for sure.


Biography of the Author

Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai (DOB 07/06/1973) is a passionate Indian Author-cum- bilingual poet while a tremendous lecturer of English by profession in the Ganjam district of Odisha. 

He is an accomplished source of inspiration for young generation of India .His free verse on Romantic and melancholic poems appreciated by everyone. He belongs to a small typical village Nandiagada of Ganjam District, the state of Odisha.

After schooling he studied intermediate and Graduated In Kabisurjya Baladev vigyan Mahavidyalaya then M A in English from Berhampur University PhD in language and literature and D.litt from Colombian poetic house from South America. He promotes his specific writings around the world literature and trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues based on his observation and experiences that needs urgent attention. 

He is an award winning writer who has achieved various laurels from the circle of writing worldwide. His free verse poems not only inspires young readers but also the ready of current time. His poetic symbol is right now inspiring others, some of which are appreciated by laurels of India and across the world. Many of his poems been translated in different Indian languages and got global appreciation. Lots of well wishes for his upcoming writings and success in the future. 

He is an award winning poet author of many best seller books. Recently he is awarded Rabindra nath Tagore and Gujarat Sahitya Academy for the year 2022 from Motivational Strips . A gold medal from world union of poets France & winner Of Rahim Karims world literary prize 2023.The government of Odisha Higher Education Department appointed him as a president to Governing body of Padmashree Dr. Ghanashyam Mishra Sanskrit Degree College, Kabisurjyanagar. Winner of " HYPERPOEM " GUNIESS WORLD RECORD 2023. 

Recently he was awarded from SABDA literary Festival at Assam. Highest literary honour from Peru contributing world literature 2024.Prestigious Cesar Vellejo award 2024 Completed 200 Epistolary poems with American poet Kristy Raines. Books. 1.Psalm of the Soul. 2.Rise of New Dawn. 3.secret Of Torment. 4.Everything I never told you. 5.Vision Of Life National Library Kolkata. 6.100 Shadows of Dream. 7.Timeless Anguish. 8.Voice of Silence. 9.I cross my heart from east to west . Epistolary poetry with Kristy Raines

5 poems (***)

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strange pigeons

paint the night with their bodies

hungry children

beg while picking up pigeon crumbs

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what does the right pike of a suicide exposed to the wind say?

what happens to the frostbitten left cheek?

mother’s biblical face turns silky as son pulls out graveyard surprise box from under his bed

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internet people live the longest

a dog that died ten years ago still puts

likes on social media

instead of its killed dog owner

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while God is sleeping the children press all sorts of buttons on his smartphone

and do not understand what this leads to

angels drink living water meanwhile and get drunk

what is the name of the little boy who will never become Jesus Christ?

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wool-apple eyes of death

birds looking for a thought cage

and all the survivors turned into drowned people in a dispute with the ocean of the future

sand castles of childhood await the next tide

Think Different

The poet destroys the dull clang of convention with the piccolo of chaos.

Then the politician rides up on a John Deere mower and there is a blare of chaos.

The one who can save us is awesome

in saving us from the one who is awesome.

Deep in the unconscious

Thomas Jefferson glows like reasons

with the fire of lust. A ginger-haired monstrosity of goat cheese

cannot be contained in the gap-toothed invertebrate

crawling across some appendage.

That is liberation.

It vomits quietly on the sand where Captain Kirk

dreams of exploding robots as he executes his semen-stained programming.

Absolutely nothing has changed except that the horde of germ-carrying art vermin

have commandeered the red wheelbarrow as a stock offering.