MY YOUTH
I can't forget my youth days,
My dream would fly in the sky,
There my vote, my sweet ages,
The sky would always fascinate me.
My dreams flapped wings and flew,
Even fate would be afraid of me and run,
As if the Sun was the only one shining,
Earth would make Heaven fall in love with her.
Watching the sun and turning on a tune,
I counted stars after the moon went down,
I would greet the Sun every morning,
This is how love would go on.
Being loved, a lucky age of loving,
A beautiful line up of my younger years,
Take the cabbage I put on my head,
Would be great, would amaze me.
Months, days, years, seasons,
It's a memory now, my youth and me.
It's a pity standing in between, a bit,
My youth is growing from afar!
Short creative biography:
Elmaya Jabbarova - was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya»,
«Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar»,
«Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for
Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 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.
Autumn
How can I explain the seduction of this difficult autumn?
The earth smells of departure
Like a leaf of the wind that dances in your absence
In front of our house
I'm afraid to mold you in the thick of the cold
This longing is stronger than the body
Let me hear your voice from afar
How it seduces every particle of this life
Thinking about you.
Emina Đelilović-Kevrić (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) After studying the b/h/s (bosnian/croatian/serbian) language and literature at the Philoshopical Faculty in Zenica she got her master's degree on the subject „Memory construction in the South Slavic interlinear community: typical models of the war camp experience in literature“. She is the author of the poetry collection „ This time without history“ and the short stories collection „ Erased lives“. Her collection of poems „ My son and I“ is awarded by the Publishing Foundation of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2021. In 2022 she won the second place in the international literature competition „ Isnam Taljić“. She is the winner of the second award for the best short story of the regional literature competition „Zija Dizdarević“ 2022, and she won the first place on international literature competition „Nastavi priču“. 2023. she won a third place on international poetry competition „Ossi di Seppia“ Italy
A Bird
One day I was playing in a field.
I saw that, a bird was flying.
I said the bird, “Hey bird,
I want to fly with you.”
Then it said to me,
“You can’t fly with me.
Because you have not wings like me.”
Then I said to it,
“Who told you that, I have not wings?”
Then I make wings in my mind,
And fly with the bird in the wind.
Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,
Bangladesh.
Love of Elder Sister
(This poem is dedicated to my two sisters Urmi and Nimmi)
In every step, a guiding light, she stands,
An elder sister's love, forever grand.
With gentle words and nurturing embrace,
She shields my heart with tender grace.
Her wisdom, like a light in the night, Guides my path, makes it bright.
Through life's challenges, hand in hand we tread,
A bond of love, unbreakable, unwavering, and widespread.
Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,Bangladesh.
My Green Love
My eyes out on the green grass
Watch it and like to get lost
I watch my green love
Never exhausted, never fades
The shinny dews on the petals
The charmed forehead turns with a magnetic smile
Charged with the full current
Back to home with an image
To stay on for limitless count of time
My eyes out on the grass-the lovely green.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
28 June, 2023
Sacrificing Love
Love, not always brings near to
Sometimes it gives adieu
Sometimes it cries us
Sometimes it breaks the heart
But what if it is experimental!
Love sometimes bound to cross the river and fire
Sometimes bound to cut the throats of the loving dears
Painful but sparks the hidden torch of modesty
Embracing the invisible to the reality of historic proof.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
29 June, 2023
Likes Just Likes
I like just counting the words of your letter.
I like to hear one thing again and again 'I love you and only you, my dear.
Forgive me for delaying my return home for a few days'.
You hide your love story in every letter. Why is it easy to run out of letters because the time is short?
You will write letters to me with all the water in the sea. The day that I do not cut does not cut and cut.
I haven't let you know how much I love you. I like just counting the words of your letter. I like to hear one thing again and again.
What is the scent that fills the soul with the passion of love? One day you will come as a hero at the end of the liberation war.
Maybe I won't be there that day, there will be love. The hope is that the country will be independent one day.
I don't want to accept your love before the country
I like just counting the words of your letter I like to hear one thing again and again 'I love you and only you my love."
Forgive me for delaying my visit.
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Now, for mid-June’s issue of Synchronized Chaos.
Even with all that we have learned about life, much of our existence is still blanketed in mystery.
This month’s submissions express encounters on different levels with the unknown.
Rezauddin Stalin’s fanciful pieces draw on mythology to remind us of all that we do not yet know. Z.I. Mahmud analyzes the comedic aspects of Christopher Marlowe’s Faust, a character driven by an infernal quest for knowledge.
Kahlil Crawford reviews Jeff Deutsch’s In Praise of Good Bookstores, which discusses the life of the mind and the curated bookstore, the physical architecture of the store and how it can encourage learning and discovery. Quademay Usanova probes the linguistic structure of Russian, Uzbek and Central Asian languages while Mamatkasimova Sitora urges us to understand ecology in order to show respect for the world in which we all live.
Sayani Mukherjee conveys the mystical, distinctive gauzy light of evening, while Mercedes Lawry finds moments of art in everyday outdoor scenes and Patrick Sweeney renders glimpses of children and the outdoors into haikulike poetic phrases.
Anshi Purohit renders homeless street survivors as heroes and protagonists, inspirations for art.
Kimberly Gomes and Christina Chin collaborate on tan-renga poetry that takes closeups of everyday scenes from various vantage points. Michael Todd Steffen’s tribute piece celebrates and memorializes Seamus Heaney and the spirit of his poetic readings.
Mark Young contributes some more of his geographies: fanciful, yet intricate enough to contain an element of realism. Channie Greenberg creates painted computer images of various kinds of flowers. Don Bormon describes the welcoming and lovely environment of a local beach in his South Asian homeland.
Joan Leotta’s poetry probes the balance of nature’s elements, and what happens when things get out of kilter during a flood. In contrast, Damilola Oyedeji’s work celebrates the rhythm of rain and Rob Plath evokes the calm that comes and returns between life’s literal and figurative storms.
Chuck Taylor’s young and broke protagonists remember the fascination of watching lighting strike near their fireworks stand. Leslie Lisbona speaks to life’s precarity: young adventures traveling and dating in the face of death. Peter Dellolio probes the mindset of those with survivors’ guilt and trauma in his one-act play about a car wreck survivor.
Lorena Caputo writes of travel around the Caribbean, watching locals and tourists and vegetation come and go. Brian Barbeito also aims to capture the spirit of natural scenes through his photographic images, which include many closeups of flowers and stems.
Daniel De Culla regales us with pastoral scenes of dogs and cats and chickens around a small historic village in Spain.
Other contributors look to what is less understood about human psychology and relationships.
Maja Milojkovic depicts efforts to communicate with people who are distanced, either by fear of being themselves or by societal and gender misunderstandings. Azemina Krehic relates a desperate attempt to stay together, to cling to union with another person, while Elmaya Jabbarova affirms undying and elemental love. Mesfakus Salahin speaks to how love affects our brains and psyches.
Damilola Oyedeji’s second piece explores the awkwardness of processing lost love and figuring out how to re-categorize and understand the person who has left your life.
Vlad Volochun writes of a deathly, crushing breakup, while Yahuza Uzman probes the pain of loneliness and J.J. Campbell speaks of aged, broken bodies harboring broken dreams.
Mukhlisa Safarova looks at political tension at a much broader level than Ihekuna, with an analysis of a way to understand the balance of power among states. Tuyet Van Do suggests a darker reality behind our own, along with caution about technology. Pat Doyne satirizes Donald Trump in the language of card games, rendering him a historical caricature while Mark Blickley and Dario Saraceno contribute an ekphrastic spoof of both high art and life coaching.
Other writers look inward. Ammanda Moore’s poetic speaker reflects on losing control of her psyche, rapidly cycling through a bipolar manic episode that distorted her sense of reality.
John Culp describes a different sort of loss of control, spiritual and romantic ecstasy.
Others continue in the vein of celebrating human connection. Kuziyeva Shahrizoda’s piece explores the meaning of gratitude and respect while Sevara Eshonqulova shares memories of her mother’s generosity in hard times. Shoxijahon Urunov advises readers on how to choose a good friend while Mokhinur Abduhalilova relates a story of how a young boy overcoming obstacles inspires others to do the same.
Noah Berlatsky reflects on our search for beauty while Rus Khomutoff’s speaker embraces the moment where he finds himself even while transcending it.
Fotima Sayfullayeva discusses self-awareness, figuring out who she is, wondering if she can change herself.
Mytyka Rzyhykh reflects on where we find joy, on the compromises we make to live, while J.K. Durick explores our relationship to time, how we remember and forget.
