The more I walk, the heavier these roads. I could not know whether Almighty had sent to me these exams and odds?
, a young poet and university student from Uzbekistan, known for its rich history, stunning architecture, and vibrant culture, shares his poems
Born on January 24, 1997 in Pop district, Namangan region of Uzbekistan, Jakhongir Nomozov is a student at the University of Journalism and Mass Communications. He is an active member and coordinator of the international working group of writers on Uzbekistan; representative of the Turkish state “SIIR SARNICI” electronic magazine in Uzbekistan; member of the international association of artists of the Republic of Kazakhstan and member of the International Association “World Talents” established in the Republic of Kazakhstan. He is also the member of the International Association of Artists, member of the Kyrgyz Poets and Writers Public Fund of the Kyrgyz Republic. Participant of the traditional workshop of young artists. His poems were published in the international “Mujde” and “Flashmab” anthologies. His poetry has been published in Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Azerbaijan, India, Turkey, Russia, Bangladesh, Nepal, Kenya, Algeria, Vietnam, Serbia, Macedonia, Belgium, China, Spain, Italy, Albania, American newspapers and magazines and literary sites. He is the author of the books “Rebels in My Heart”, “Sacred Space” and “Awakening Song”. 2022 in the Turkish publishing house “Baygenc” and the poetry book “Breath of the Sun.” Jakhongir Nomozov is winner of many national and international competitions. He also won “Abay” medal, “Commemorative Badge of the International Amir Temur Charitable Fund” and “Pride of Science” awards, and the “Guzel Alania Award” of the Turkish state.
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.
***
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.
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