I wander in the gardens of my dream, when the surroundings are under the moonlight.

Jakhongir Nomozov, 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.

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 FAILED

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.

***

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

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?

***

MIRACLE

When musician winds played their music,

The rains had also sung their quiet song.

Until the moon had done make up in the sky,

Woken up from its heavy sleep Sun.

 

The alarm clock is ringing “Wake up!” and “Wake up!”

Someone is awake, others are in slumber.

If only you knew that cage is home, but sadness,

Come here! You too join this life, dear…

 

There away the sadness lying in your eyes,

Banish the sad voices from your heart and soul.

Do take steady pace with firm confidence,

Fill your every day with a miracle, but full…

***

I MISSED

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 WRAPPED

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!

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