Poetry from Yuldasheva Xadichaxon Bahodir qizi

            

       Longing…
In my heart, there are countless laments,
If I try to speak—who is there to listen?
With a painful melody, my soul burns,
Enough… my beloved remains in my memory.

Calling myself the cure to my own pain,
If I write strange verses in loneliness,
When I try to write, words fail my sighs,
Enough… my beloved remains in my memory,

From sorrow, flames spark within my heart,
My starry nights turn into day,
I miss you—who will feel my longing?
Enough… my beloved remains in my memory…                

My Beloved…

In sweet dreams, on the wings of my desires,
Like the moon’s embrace, immersed in endless joys.
You come shyly, with a gentle, hidden smile,
My love, created only to love me.

You are the cure to my heart, my sweetest voice,
Like the sun in the sky, spreading light above.
You are my happiness, my soul rejoices seeing you,
My love, created only to love me.

Like the fragrance of countless garden flowers,
Like the pure blue of the endless sea.
I loved you, my dear, just like Layli loved,

My love, created only to love me…

 Love…

If only you’d listen to my heart just once,
With hope it whispers, “I miss you, my love.”
Still, I go on living because of you,
A word that burns my soul — that word is love.

This heart longs for the day you came to me,
Its cries resound, yet swallow all its pain.
My yearning calls to you from far away,
A word that burns my soul — that word is love.

Why do hearts never escape their sorrow?
Why do these aching songs never fall silent?
Even in anguish, my heart seeks only you,
A word that burns my soul — that word is love.

Oh heart, it calls your name across the skies,
In heavens, in the moon, perhaps in air.
It searches always, even in melodies,
A word that burns my soul — that word is love.

I say “love”… but what is love itself?
A meeting of two gazes, or self-devotion?
Yet one thing I understood when I saw you —
You are my heart’s true cure… you are my love.  

Yuldasheva Xadichaxon Bahodir qizi was born on January 8, 1993, in Tashkent, in a family of intellectuals. She is passionate about literature, art, and science. Several of her literary articles have been published in international journals. She is a participant in international anthologies held in countries such as Turkey, Egypt, Azerbaijan, and India, including the “New Renaissance Students’ Almanac.”


She is the district-stage winner of the “Woman of the Year 2024” competition in the nomination “Best Creative Woman of the Year.” She has also participated in the “Followers of Behbudi” competition.
Currently, she is a third-year student majoring in Psychology at Tashkent University of Humanities.      

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