Poetry from Soumen Roy

Journey across the sea

Take me to the other side of the sea,  

There where the pain settles along the shore 

And the boat bids a goodbye. 

There the generous winds come,

Gently takes me to the another world 

Of pleasure among plaintives.

There where the exhaustible afternoon fades away

And my weary mind rejuvenates. 

Steadily, the haze passed by with notes of chripping birds.

I wake up from the slumber of my own unconscious

Into the world of glow. 

There falls every shadow

And I dissolve into the hues of oneness,  

Commanding in the glory of God. 

For the light I have been longing for so long 

Sailed deep within my faith. 

There i saw myself lying under her feet, 

And she smiled over the sea. 

I wasn’t so lonely before 

To hold her grace in my empty hands. 

It happened for she wanted me. 

Yes, Radharani truly filled me!

Poetry from Nicholas Gunther

Ghazal From My Notebook

You, What are you now that I am gone?

What are we now that I am gone?

I have been on my lonesome for the past year and four months.

What has changed since I’ve been gone?

I still think of you, every time I see a pair of Levi’s jeans or think of our old art teacher,

but your face has blurred in my mind since I’ve been gone.

I’ve replaced you

I didn’t want to, but times got hard while you were gone.

How often do you think of me, have you replaced me too

now that I’m gone?

Poetry from Jesus Rafael Marcano

The rose petals

rain and fall on the France…

Colour crimson reds!

When you wake up

you feel to the butterflies

like fluttering.

Leave memories

like several leaves

in the distant fall.

Jesús Rafael Marcano.

Haikus dedicated to the magical lands of France.

Jesús Rafael Marcano Guzmán, (Maturín, Venezuela, 1993)

Founder of Sakura Centro Cultural de Arte y Literatura Japonesa and the Jaykismo Movement. He is a member of the EIDOS International Artistic Movement (headquartered in France) and currently serves as President of the EIDOS International Artistic Movement, Venezuela-Asia chapter.

He stands out for his work as an author of bilingual works in Chinese and Spanish, establishing himself as an important promoter of Sinology and Asian literature in Ibero-America. He has published research on the influence of Chinese religion and philosophy on culture and language for the Association of Chinese Schools in Spain, one of which was translated into French and published in TingaNews Magazine (Burkina Faso, 2026).

He is a contributor to the cultural magazine China Bambú, Dragones y Tinta (Spain, 2025), the portal Japón desde Japón (2025), and a columnist for the Spanish newspaper Siglo XXI. His poetic work abroad includes the publication of haikus in English in the Greek magazine Homo Universalis (2026). In February 2026, the Greek magazine Polis Magazino published a series of his haikus in a bilingual Greek-English edition to commemorate World Greek Language Day, edited by Eva Petropoulou Lianou. This publication consolidates his work as a multilingual author and promoter of poetry and Asian literature in Ibero-America and Europe.

His most notable published works include Hanasaki (2021) and Haikus (2025) under the seal of Editorial Giraluna, among others.

Recognitions and Memberships:

· First place poetry prize at the first “Aventuras de papel” exhibition (Mar del Plata, 2024)

· Prof. Ciro Artemio Constantino Álvarez International Award by the Royal International Academy of Art and Literature (Mexico, 2024).

· Member of the Andrés Eloy Blanco Society of Poets.

· Member of the Latin American Poetry Route (Monagas State).

Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin

The Love of a Colorful Envelope

‎I will live without love forever

‎Without you, I am a water lotus in you

‎Like a bumblebee l won’t look for flowers

‎My addiction has evaporated since then

‎The thorns pricking the soles of my feet

‎The blood cells will not touch you

‎I will not say, embracing the body of expectation-

‎I am only yours.

‎I won’t say like a grasshopper touching the sky –

‎The sky above your head is mine

‎The mind will not fly like a kite along the path, like a bird

‎I will walk like a waterfall

‎However, I will not look for footprints

‎I will not search for a lifetime

‎The love of a colorful envelope

‎My mind is incorporeal like a butterfly.

‎In this city, the game of the heart is forbidden

‎Love is traded according to necessity

‎Anyone is sold as they please

‎Walking naked time north and south

‎The past hangs on the wall of distance

‎The stranger becomes familiar.

‎I won’t ask anyone to tell me

‎The juncture of love

‎I have torn my heart

‎With the sword of barren love

‎I have never forgotten

‎I love flowers.

Poetry Ibrahim Honjo

ONE MORNING

One morning, quite suddenly

Someone will announce to me

that the water carried away my crib

winds swept away my park

The rain washed away my tracks

One morning, somebody would tell me

that my memories are covered with white

Someone will tell me

Someone third in me

that I lost myself

one morning

It will ask what happened to the boys

And why not their rate on Starry sky

And where is the sky

This will be a great morning if I wake up

Short story from Asadullo Habibullayev

HUSNORA

“The One Who Strays from the Right Path Ends in Ruin”

From the Author:

This story was not written to promote girls being educated or uneducated. Rather, it was written to encourage everyone to think wisely before acting and to make decisions with their parents’ consent and blessing.

This story is based on real events, and I portrayed them through the character of Husnora. I wrote this story so that others would not repeat the mistakes she made in her youth. If she had not made those mistakes, perhaps she would be happy today.

That is why I wrote this story as a warning to young girls. I hope you will draw the right conclusions from it.

Every person strives to be happy. Happiness cannot be found in money or material things; it is always in one’s own hands. If you stray from the right path, unhappiness awaits you. But if you walk the right path, a beautiful happiness awaits you. You simply need to recognize it—it is often found in the simplest things.

HUSNORA

The noise of cars, the streets crowded with people—everyone busy with their own lives. In a large house at the edge of the street, there was a celebration.

It was May 21st—Husnora’s birthday. All her relatives had gathered; she was turning eighteen. Everyone sincerely congratulated her.

By evening, the guests began to leave. The day ended. The next day she went to school and spent joyful time with her classmates, as they were about to graduate from the eleventh grade.

Two days later, they gathered to hear the final school bell. Everyone was beautifully dressed. They graduated.

Her parents, Hasan aka and Momogul opa, had long been thinking about whether to send their daughter to study further. But they hesitated. Husnora was playful and not very serious. In her younger years, she had made many mistakes. Perhaps because of that, her parents were always worried. Moreover, she often ignored their advice.

June passed with these thoughts.

Without telling her parents, Husnora secretly applied to a medical college because she wanted to become a nurse. The exam day approached, yet her parents knew nothing.

One day, while cleaning the house, Momogul opa accidentally found some documents. Reading them, she realized her daughter had applied to medical college. She sat down and cried for a long time. Then she thought, Is it wrong if my daughter studies?

But still uncertain, she called her husband.

Hasan aka was shocked and angry that his daughter had acted without his permission. That night he argued with Momogul opa.

Husnora had gone to stay at her grandmother Sevara’s house. Sevara lived alone; her husband had died young, and her youngest son lived in Russia. Husnora often stayed with her grandmother.

When her father called angrily, demanding she come home in the morning, Husnora understood the truth had come out.

Her grandmother advised her wisely:
“Without your parents’ blessing, you cannot achieve true happiness.”

But Husnora did not listen.

“I’m eighteen. I can make my own decisions,” she insisted.

Eventually, her father agreed to let her study—but warned her not to disgrace the family.

She passed the exam and was admitted to the Tashkent Medical College. Her family felt uneasy because of her past behavior.

In Tashkent, Husnora made new friends. Instead of focusing on her studies, she spent time going out, dressing fashionably, meeting boys, and enjoying city life.

She met Sardor and Shavkat—two young men who followed the girls everywhere. Eventually, friendships turned into romance. The boys often had no money and made the girls pay for outings.

One night, drunk and out of control, the boys tried to assault Husnora. Terrified, she escaped and hid until morning. She later learned they were gamblers and drug users.

Despite everything, she continued her careless lifestyle.

She graduated and returned home. Her father organized a feast to celebrate her diploma, but she embarrassed him by wearing revealing clothes in front of guests.

Later, she began working at a hospital. There she met Shuhrat, a doctor who showed her attention. She did not know he was married with children.

They spent evenings together. Her father warned her again, but she accused him of interfering in her life.

Eventually, a proposal came from a city man named Farhod. He was handsome and well-dressed. She agreed quickly, dreaming of city life.

After marriage, Farhod revealed his violent nature. He suffered from epilepsy and often beat her. He forced her to write a statement humiliating herself.

She became pregnant. The abuse continued.

One day, during a seizure, Farhod died from an overdose. His family accused Husnora of killing him. They took her son Jonibek away and expelled her from the house.

Despite her attempts through court, she could not regain custody.

Years passed. Jonibek grew up calling his grandmother “mother,” unaware of his real mother. He was raised to hate Husnora.

Husnora lived with deep regret.

If only she had listened to her parents…
If only she had chosen wisely…
Perhaps her life would have been different.

Poetry from Geneviève Guevara 

JUBILEE OF FIRE 

On the calendar

The rice paper

Burned

The match burned out

Last year is forgotten

The skin’s snake is lost

A new era imprints

Its tempo with a new breath

The sulfur crackles

A tenfold energy

Mane in the wind

Nostrils blow

Ashes and embers

The stride is legendary

February pulses

On the hoof the farrier

Grafted the shoe of luck

Today, with its burning bells, announces

A year with the pulse of a thoroughbred

The horse neighs powerfully

Its pyromaniac letters are engraved

Deep in the flesh

The beginning of a new era

Emerging from torpor

And celebrating the new year.

Celebrate your fiery horse

And run into the vastness

Geneviève Guevara lives in Belgium. She’s a very creative French teacher, poet, novelist, and painter. Writing is very important in her life and she organizes a monthly poetry festival in her hometown of Namur and a bimonthly poetry festival in Paris.