Poetry from Fayzullayeva Sevara

This day is in you ... 💫

The future never comes back
Today is your future
The past is the past
Today is your chance

Today don't say tomorrow
Tomorrow's bread has arrived today.
Who has the past left behind?
Faith is in you today

It's not far, it's close
How long is your time?
Put your will into it
The future is yours today



Fayzullayeva Sevara ( Uzbekistan)

Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Poet Mahbub, a South Asian man with dark hair and glasses and a suit and tie
Poet Mahbub
The Increasing Price

It's increasing the price of daily necessaries
Increasing in our day to day life on everyday basis
Burning the skies, burning the body 
We feel the result in the torturing hot weather
No escape running from one place to another
No step for saving the existence
A long sigh - Oh God!
God smiles on over head and surrounding the earth
Mocks at the tricks ---played to the commoners
Things are available in front or back
Things are decorated to buy or cost
Things are no way to touch and pass
We are living in the world 
Where the other part is in the grip of hand
But the things lie around us so far as too away to touch the sky flying bird
The medicine kept out of reach to the children
The price of daily necessary things is increasing in such and such
In our day to day life on regular basis
Why is the price of humanity waning on the other side?

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
05

Poetry from Faroq Faisal

Faroq Faisal
Dream- Untouched

…,but in this life of error, ignorance, 
strife, unloved, unhappiness and injustice
Where nothing is, but all things seem to be the same
And we the shadows of the dream.
When I touch myself, touch the shadow,
But touch the shadow, I’m not touched.




Poetry from Uchechukwu Onyedikam

SOBRIETY

position to the east with bowed knees
touch the earth with your forehead
repeatedly, count your beads, mumble
prayers to the wailing walls, search
through the holy text & make pleas

go to the gate called "beautiful" 
and you'd find there a woman
read her her sentence to the
wide congregation from afar
but are there afoot for the
water and wine

for signs and wonders
for 5 loaves & 2 fishes
for the miracle that raised
the lame fisherman from
his court of penury
for the woman with
the issue of blood
and for the woman
stoned to death, that
her scream was stuck
in the passage of her throat

her body is sanctified, sacred and
worthy of the faith evident in her heart
flooded with pure charity of
un-forgetfulness with 
supplication in deeds
always with
gratitude


****


Give Thyself Grace

midnight hallowing from the pages 
of my poems like a cat meowing for
cuddling from the arms of its Lover

I don't let my eyes fall asleep for the
time to stay up awake and witness
the birthing of a brand new Order

that day is now — for I believe and
hear the howl of the wind tender her
soft whisper to my ears, of windy tales

blowing my mind with surprises of the
moment as envisioned in my heart
in my mind, and soul — I pay attention

unrelentingly I pay heed not to the 
unheard-of but to the negligence of
my destroyed identity haunting each
footprint I demonstrate my words upon

I am not that tall black, silver fox man in
those jeans, polo t-shirt, drenched in
Versace Eros at the other table for two
waiting upon the arrival of his date

I am not what you perceived. Nor the 
abstract imaginings you've painted 
on this empty canvas...

I am simply a holy-preying fugitive
on the run with a stolen identity —
running away from the captors 
hiding behind another man's
dogma

torching my way unto his form
of eternity with his 
myth

give thyself grace
oh thou bunch of
derelict bag of
honour

****


Uchechukwu Onyedikam
Lagos, Nigeria

Poetry from Kaiser Mahmud

Natural beauty of Bangladesh


Oh! Bangladesh
I love you
You are a very beautiful country

Oh! Bangladesh
I love you
You are the country of natural beauty

Oh! Bangladesh
Your natural beauty pleased me
You are my only place for peace 

Oh! Bangladesh
You have many beautiful places 
Your trees of green leaf,blue sky,rivers,sea-beaches, forests,rural villages brought out your natural beauty 

Oh! Bangladesh
There is no comparison to the rain of your hearing
Your rain has also brought out your natural beauty 

Oh! Bangladesh
People of whole country are alive looking at your natural beauty

Oh! Bangladesh
You are a country of extraordinary beauty in the whole world

Oh! Bangladesh
The whole world is witness to this natural beauty of yours



Poetry from Robert Stephens

Not Alone With You

It's raining.
I am standing on the threshold
Of my little studio apartment.
I am lonely here without you.
I was never lonely with you.
Even though you didn’t love me. 
I knew that and fell just the same.
Rules were set.
I could not say it 
Not even alone with you. 
That didn’t stop me.
I was not alone with you.

You told me the end was coming,
Time for me to move on.
I still loved you.
I was not alone with you.
I knew one day you would kiss me
And close the door.

One early afternoon the door was quietly shut
I was still shrouded in the glamour
Of my love for you. 
There is a difference in knowing 
the candle would gutter and go out
And believing it will.