*** How to realizewhen we are standingbetween the worldsunder the watchfullook of the CreatorAnd someone of usthe same as we…
* * *Creator,take me throughthe warto the shore of childhood,where so beautiful and naiveLife began,where the toy daysnot knowing tirednessin…
* * *At zero of the warin the very heartof pain,right here,now,in solarcaptivitywe don’t havelife without youany more.In the corridors…
* * *Cyrillic script of sandsin the sand clockis similarto the barkhans ,dunes,ridgesand evento the tornstringsof violin,to the pain of…
*** I dreamed of your eyes - islands of loneliness in the ocean of human suffering and shot at point-blank…
While night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion. On the top of the…
*** The last city, of the last star. Holidays of happiness. Years of doubt, years of silence. You at the…
*** Childhood – flower pollen, garden of time is fading, prairie of expectations, silk grass, wind is playing the violin.…
*** Givingriddles light,burdenedwith a mystery of summer,frozen in the herbariumof omenin the museumof poet’s voice. Translated by Nataliya Ogienko.
Bach’s singing of war faces. Don’t ask why there are no birds. Why the ground is plowed with fear. Why the air walls are stained with…
Oxen of guilt.Yoke of war.Rewardof Divine losses.The sun’svictoriousflag is looming.We are dying.And after deathwe speed upour pace.We knowhow to escape…
* * * What's the hurry when there's no waitingwhen there's nothing but separation When the surf of the minutes is…
* * * Two winters,two springsand one war.But the moonAlready shinesbrighter than the sundriving outthe hordes of darknessfrom our Earth.…
My associations to one of the poems read by my friend, the outstanding Azeri-Turkish poet of our time Mehmet Ismail.Memories…