POETIC DELIGHTS BY JAKHONGIR NOMOZOV-UZBEKISTAN

 

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My footsteps get heavier

The more I walk, the heavier these roads.

I could not know whether Almighty

Had sent to me these exams and odds?

My dawns get fully darkened

When I woke up with sorrow

When all of my wishes fell down

When I am in fire above and below.

Sitting alone with loneliness,

I drink my pain uttering a toast.

If I open my eyes from dreaming

I fell down from the sky to the dust.

You my dreams, please become my life

Unhappy days are only daydream ever.

Oh God, wake me up from my life but

Let me to be in dream forever.

2-PAIN

Love is absorbed into my body,

I cannot help singing a love song.

Each of these poems that I wrote

Is an oath I gave to the truth.

The sparks you see in my eyes

Are the lights come from Heaven

And the wishes bloomed in my heart

Are the mirabilis you have never seen.

My hope will never wither, dry up

Spring always flourish my soul.

There is a great pain which is able to

Flourish my veins and bones at all.

I was made from love of The Almighty

Does the life know who I am?

In my tiny body, in my little chest

How much talent and love do I have?

Does the life know who I am?!

Life killed all the passion of mine,

Squeezing my heart like pomegranate.

He wanted to make my gentle white soul

Put on the sorrow’s black garment.

All my hope is becoming weaker and fading

My mountains collapsing down to earth.

Day by day my feet are plunging

Day by day my soul is losing its strength.

Lightning is crashing inside of me

As if my chest will be cleaved.

I am afraid, oh my Lord, I am so afraid

What if the whole sky falls down to my head?

I wandered and strolled million years,

Million years I begged for calmness, my Lord.

Shadows of hatred crossed my road

Million years I did not utter any word.

Oh the pain of living hopeless days,

Oh my futile wishes, flippant disease.

Oh you wine of love in my goblet

Oh love – unconsumed for million years.

I wrapped myself with old troubles,

My head is veiled with distress again.

I had promised to cry no more, but

My eyes are weeing like a heavy rain.

Picture of sorrow is in my eyes today

Like an ancient book my heart is in dust.

My life is confusing like a whirlwind

Flowers of my hope turned all yellow, alas.

I am awake while I am sleeping

I pray even though I am asleep.

I am apart from this world and time

Do you know, where had I lost myself?

Stars of the night – my sorrow, my pain

And the night itself – very loyal friend.

Indeed, I didn’t love, I were not loved?

My hatred of myself will never come to end.

My dreams take to the memory land

I hold a heap of crumpled photos in my fist

If only you would return back to me

Oh happiness left in our old pictures.

Godly sorrow blossoms in my chest

It is the great love, a poem lifelong.

It will reach souls of mankind forever

With all my heart if I sing a song.

My soul, never give up because of the pain

Always stay ready to battle, to fight.

With the heart full of sincere wishes

I welcome morning’s early light.

Oh my heart, be pure as a sheet of paper,

Dreams are different, goals are alive.

There is no any space for sorrow

I call you happiness, new page of life!

SONG OF BELIEF

I wander in the gardens of my dream,

When the surroundings are under the moonlight.

I lie down being smeared with happiness

When the sky is hugging his stars tight.

Angels sing their lullaby for me

I sleep calmly with pleasure in peace.

Belief of tomorrow rises within my heart

I believe my future will occur like this.

My hands reach to stars, even to the moon

If only I decide to stretch them a bit.

The eyes of the sun will become blind

If only I stare a minute at it.

The eyes of the sun will melt…

I missed you dear, I missed a lot

Not willing to step in the path of lovesick.

Although I forget the oldest memories

My clothes hold the smell of your cheek.

Darling, these distances separated us

Our love weakened not reaching to destination.

Every second of mine passes seeking for you

May happiness be waiting us the next station.

The roses which I bought for you

Are withering and becoming yellow.

All the sickness of my heart is yours,

I sent you fragrance of spring, my love.

I failed to meet the rivers, my God

Sorrow encircled the days and the weeks.

The streams looking up for me dried

Because of the merciless sickness.

I failed to meet the width, my God

I got locked up in my room alone.

Swallow warbled so as to inform me that

Spring had come and already has gone.

I failed to meet my dreams, my God

Uploading all the sorrow to my shoulders.

Pains did enslave my pure soul

Have I been a slave of my old tortures?

I failed to meet seas, my God

Fiery breath burns my throat.

Bring me the smell freedom, please

And bring me news on liberty, free wind.

As if they caught a glimpse of something

Dogs yell and bark without any pause.

It is obvious that seeing the devil

Mulberries slightly rave in their dreams.

Having a doubt from something weird

Water in springs go on murmuring.

As if the horror of the death

Is closer to us in the night.

I cannot believe in what I trust

Indeed, spring returned to my heart?

I did not feel inconvenience,

All the ropes for me pulled apart.

Thank you, God, everything happened true

Ices of my soul melted in my eyes.

My goblet was filled with gold pieces

Goodness, I got rid of unhappiness.

AUTHOR:

 JAKHONGIR NOMOZOV-UZBEKISTAN

He was born on January 24, 1997 in Pop district of Namangan region. Correspondent for Uzbekistan in Azerbaijan`s Butov Azerbaijan newspaper, YAZARLAR journal, and the Literature and Fine Arts website managed by the Ministry of Culture and Literary Fund of the Republic of Azerbaijan.The representative of the Turkish state "SIIR SARNICI electronic magazine in Uzbekistan. Member of the Azerbaijan Journalists; Union and the World Young Turkic Writers Union. A member of the International AssociationWorld Talents; established in the Republic ofKazakhstan, the winner of the "Abay" medal, "Commemorative Badge of the International Amir Temur Charitable Fund" and "Pride of Science" awards. Member of the International Association of Artists, member of the Kyrgyz Poets and Writers Public Fund of the Kyrgyz Republic. Participant of thetraditional workshop of young artists. He has been creating in the fields of poetry, journalism, and translation. His poems were published in the international Mujde and Flashmab anthologies. He is the author of the books Rebels in My Heart Sacred Space and Awakening Song. 2022 in the Turkish publishing house Baygenc . The poetry book "Breath of the Sun" was published. Winner of many national and international competitions. Published in Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan, India, Turkey, Russia, Bangladesh, Nepal, Kenya, Algeria,Iran,Iraq Vietnam, Serbia, Macedonia, Belgium, China, Kore, Spain, Italy, Albania, American newspapers and magazines and literary sites. done Member of "World Talents" International Association, "Kyrgyz Public Fund of Poets and Writers. He is a student of the University of Journalism and Mass Communications. Winner of the Guzel Alania Award of the Turkish state. In 2025, dedicated to the dear memory of the National Hero of Azerbaijan, Hokuma Aliyeva, Demisdin yaxsi olacak. His article was also published in his book.