Azim Souyun is a well-known poet. For many years he has been working for literary magazines and public organizations. Azim Souyun was the first to write qayirma (windings – A.A) in contemporary Uzbek literature. The word “qayirma” means a mature[…]
Muhammad Ghaffor, freelance poet, has several books of poetry to his crdit, including “The black smile” and “The bank of the silence”. His poems have been translated into English and German languages. He lives in Tashkent. *** Poems from “The[…]
SALIM ASHUR, poet, journalist, editor-in-chief of two newspapers – “Turkiston” and “Molodyoj Uzbekistana”, which is released in Russian. He has many poetry books to his credit. If to love or not to fell in love Is desire or a[…]
MINHOJIDDIN MIRZO, poet, enlightener, he worked for Uzbekistan Writers Association. Currently he is the head of Uzbekistan Board of spirituality and enlightenment. Published several poetry books. GYMNASTICS OF THE PAST Get ready! Start! One, two, three, four!.. Bow down! Sit[…]
KHAYRULLA FAYZ, journalist, poet, lives in London, works for BBC Uzbek Service. You couldn’t wake up as dawn – white, I couldn’t close eyes as night. just a word that I entreat oh my pretty look, face – neat as[…]
SAFAR OLLOYOR, journalist, award-winning poet, published many poetry books. Currently works for an editorial board in Tashkent. I NEED I need some zeal, oh Gracious God, And intensity to gain; Wonder no person I could Living with the hurricane. Give[…]
DAVRON RAJAB is known as a poet and painter. He was born in 1967 in Urgench city, Kharezm region. He studied at an artistic institute. Davron Rajab illustrated more than thirty book-covers. He also studied at Higher Literature Course at[…]
Every night a star touches my eyelash, The Moon comes out of my eyebrows, Having knocked at the door of my soul The sorrowful night becomes a guest of my eyes, where there is love. Every night, I cannot ignore[…]
It is understandable To accept a bribe and to give it In business or social life. However, People kill me with a blunt knife – They give and take bribes To go to Mecca For purification. Horned pilgrimage.
I always look for shadow Everything is obscure though The sky sleeps in my eyes, The Moon is slice and slice. I’ll find the right shadow In the doomsday meadow – When everything fades, Will be seen God’s shade.