Poetryzine Magazine presents the selected poems by the Bosnian poet Zlatan Demirovic
Your eyes in glass of sorrow
Your eyes in glass of sorrow,
rosemary scent and picture on the lap.
Memories full of roses
and dreams of guilt with pain.
Childish bittersweet refrain,
this little soldier in the left brain,
singing song of sadness,
fighting to sustain.
Your eyes in glass of sorrow,
rosemary scent and picture on the lap.
Heavy rains with clouds of dust
vanishing the stories on pictorial scene,
melting everlasting blue reflection on the screen.
There was a boy in flame of passion,
it burned him to the skin and bone.
Once he was awakened by the scream of love,
reminded that his true love’s gone.
Don’t ever challenge a vulnerable child,
his wounds are deep enough,
he bears the heart of the bravest soldier.
Never ever say to someone “you old man”!
Don’t ever disregard the wrinkles of wisdom!
Carousel of life is shining in a bigger picture,
the wheel of blindness, turning up and down...
He’s sitting calm now, observing the sky,
breathing the stardust...
Your eyes in glass of sorrow,
rosemary scent and picture on the lap...
Causally Consequential Reversibility Once upon a time there was a bird, with lovely overflowing-colored feathers and the rosary of the beautiful flock queen. She could choose her prince in the midst of young lovers clustering to her. But she lost her status of a golden feather, as she took a prince from another flock. He left his nest with four little birds and moved to the nest with seven of hers. Was attracted by a secret heart-burning force! She looked for a lover and got her servant. A brave knight has never been a servant, but his yoke was light in his burning passion. The honeymoon is just a moment in a sea of every day’s acquired habits, nourishing the body, cooling the heart flames. Well, the confused bird is watching now for her darling flying away forever from her nest. While now he wanders lonely as a cloud looking for a nest, cursing the routine that kills love, she took the first young prince from her own flock, gifting him with her empty heart. So now she wonders, is anyone worth losing her golden feather, cause she would like it back. But the only one who knows the answer is an old flock leader, sitting alone on a dried branch of a decrepit oak. “Nobody has put together a broken glass yet! You didn’t lose your golden feather as a sacrifice of love! It is the price of ignorance, adultery and lies, which occupied your mind from the beginning! Sin is sometimes paid ahead”!
Sin is sometimes paid ahead”!
“CAUSALLLY CONSEQUENTIAL REVERSIBILITY IN TIME AND SPACE”, echoed a whisper of the wind...
Sword is in the hands
of the greatest hero
Victory is something worth dreaming!
Oh Freedom, your name is sacred!
We’re aiming it through the labyrinth
of emptiness in daily desires.
Let this refrain ring in resonance
with the highest light and breaks the ice
in the deepest pores of human ignorance!
Let them flood the mountains with a mighty torrent of tears
of suffering and overflows the human spirit desert!
May justice reach the deepest gorges of blindness
and wash away all the sufferings accumulated for millennia!
Victory is something worth dreaming!
Oh Freedom, your name is sacred!
THE SWORD IS IN THE HANDS OF THE GREATEST HERO!
*Zlatan Demirovic is a serial entrepreneur, hypnotherapist, best known for his rapid-learning of self-healing techniques for helping clients to produce seemingly self-developing results in minimum time.
Co-founder of “PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY”, an author of “PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM”, as a platform for many other spiritual and self-developing programs.
He is a poet, director of the Prodigy Published publishing house and the founder of the Prodigy Magazine.
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