Your existence brought rapture

In my soul that was once a forlorn entity

But it reminded me that in the end you’ll leave me empty.

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Hailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com     

Once Upon A Time

You were a part of my chapter

Your existence brought rapture

In my soul that was once a forlorn entity

But it reminded me that in the end you’ll leave me empty

Whenever I close my eyes at night

I dreamt of you as I hug my pillow tight

Thinking it was you that I’m embracing

It didn’t miss how it made my heart racing

Did you know!

My heart flutters when I hear your voice

But it was shattered just from the thought I wasn’t part of your choice

You let go and left me unattended

You’ve woken up and realized this should be ended

This feeling that we called ‘love’ was never real

But you didn’t know it was something I have to deal.

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Read – Poetry: Embrace Your Pace

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JO, Yun-jai, a promising poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares his poem

Poet Mr. JO, Yun-jai was born in Daegu, in 1998 and currently resides in Daejeon, South Korea. He began writing poetry during his high school years, and since 2020, his poetry has been featured in publications such as Siindongne, Hyeondaesihag, and Poetry and Boundaries. In 2021, he was recognized as a promising young poet representing Korea’s youth by the Symbolology Institute, a quarterly magazine specializing in avant-garde pure poetry. Furthermore, in 2022, he was chosen as a recipient of the Arko Creation Fund, providing him with creative support for his work.

Once Upon a Time in Noir

A gun without an owner

Is shooting at a wooden chair.

The bloodstained and the bloodless are hanging on the boundary.

The chair spills blood and breaks from the legs.

Observers have such thoughts. Blood missed a person.

People covering their faces with their hands

Cameras capturing those people

There is no film

The night fog belongs to those who postpone the next paragraph.

Unknown sightings

Whose was the abandoned broken object originally?

Looking at the chilling broken chair

Taking deep breaths one by one.

Hand on the chest, black rain falling as many times as the heart beats.

People who don’t explain what they are watching.

Drawing only pictures in their minds, swirling around the background is like a swamp rather than black and white.

People died in the movie theater.

By the villain shooting towards the camera.

Some did not stop catching the sounds of clouds

Gunshots escape through the air everywhere.

As rumors and villains expand

The smell of gunpowder paralyzes the mouths of passing people

In the next area, the mafia constantly releases gunpowder for territorial disputes.

That chair must have belonged to someone’s family.

When you see blood pouring out, hysterics spreading like currents.

Hysterics without tears.

There isn’t even a single wavelength in the camera capturing that.

Since there was no intention to leave from the beginning, countless households will be discarded outside again today, shedding blood.

So, can I ask for one favor?

Can you give me just one cigarette?

If you don’t, I’ll set this alley on fire.

There is no light stronger than fog.

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원스 어폰 어 타임 인 느와르

조윤재

주인 없는 권총이

나무 의자를 쏘고 있다.

피가 묻어 있는 것과 피가 묻지 않은 것은 경계에 매달려 있다. 의자는 피를 흘리며 다리부터 부서지고. 지켜보는 사람들은 이런 생각을 한다. 피가 사람을 누락했다고.

손으로 얼굴을 가리는 사람들

그 사람들을 찍는 카메라

필름이 없고

밤안개는 다음 단락을 유보하는 사람들의 것이다.

알려지지 않은 목격들

저 망가진 채 버려진 물건은 원래 누구 거였지?

싸늘해진 채 부서진 의자를 보며

심호흡을 하나 둘

가슴에 손을 얹고, 심장이 뛰는 횟수만큼, 내리는 까만 빗물. 지금 무엇을 보는 중인지 설명하지 않는 사람들. 머릿속에 그림만 그려지고, 배경을 휩쓰는 것은 흑백보다도 늪지대 같은 것이다.

영화관에서 사람들이 죽었지.

카메라를 향해 총을 쏘던 괴한에 의해.

몇몇은 뜬구름 잡는 소리를 멈추지 않았고

총 소리는 공기를 타고 여기저기로 탈출한다.

소문과 괴한이 팽창 될수록

화약 냄새는 지나가는 사람들의 입가를 마비시키고

옆 구역에선 마피아들이 구역쟁탈을 위해

끊임없이 화약을 내보인다.

그 의자는 누군가의 가족이 쓰던 거겠지. 피가 새어나오는 모습을 보면, 전류처럼 퍼지는 히스테리들. 눈물 없는 히스테리들. 그걸 찍는 카메라에는 어떠한 파장조차 없다. 처음부터 남길 생각이 없으니까, 오늘도 피 흘린 수많은 가구들이 바깥에 버려질 것이다.

그러니 부탁 하나만 하지

담배 하나만 줄 수 있겠나?

주지 않으면 이 골목을 불태워 버릴 테니까.

안개보다 강한 빛은 없다.

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Read: River in My Mother’s Heart – Poetry from Korea

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