Gulabuddin Sukhanwar

Jeg syr på poesi vondt av flukt og med bittersøtt smil i en svart og hvit tegning broderer dem på permen av mine meninger

Når glasset er tomt Må man selv tegne vann!

Oh, wandering traveller! Photo: Google search  Peripatetically lonely, wearing a world of malaise You are full of sorrow But joyful too for sweet, bittersweet memories Your words are poetic and your heart, full of love But now, far from home, your mood is dull grey Your surrounding lacks magic You suffer each day Suffocating slowly in this cloud of distrust Sustained by your dreams, the freedom for which you lust Despite eyes full of tears, your hope can transport you Destination unknown, no family to support you A wandering traveller: When will you cross the frontier to security? Years ago I came to know -that wandering travellers are accompanied By Noah in the sea, Retain your faith I wish you fortitude; Safe Journey, Nights illuminated by spontaneous quiet moonlight And your heart full of love Oh wandering traveller Peripatetically lonely Seeking shelter in this solitude, your parallel universe.

This is a true moment of joy and happiness to celebrate the publication of our anthology: a two-year poetic journey and the voice of diversity. Høre  hj e mme  is a multilingual poetry book published by Poetry Night in Trondheim defining our share d values and sense of belonging to the humanity. For me, p oetry has always been a lifesaver; in solitude, during times of happiness and joy or in any moment of sadness and suffering. Trondheim P oetry N ight   is a unique platform allowing participants to express themselves in their own language with its musicality and poetic beauty playing a central role to attract the attention of the audience, instead of just the words. So far, the language diversity, participation of poets from around the world and poetry lovers have created a universal language that brings people together to share a moment of joy and make memories. I personally love to start and end my talks by referring to a poem, because I trust that they are more tha

My article from December 2014.  These days, just when life should be improving in Afghanistan, its people are going through hell. Kabul is under attack almost every day, with the Taliban targeting security forces and public areas. Afghanistan is one of the most corrupt countries in the world. Despite receiving billions in international aid, still millions of Afghans live in severe poverty. The country produces more narcotics than any other, and nobody is safe. Sadly, the Taliban and other insurgent groups have risen to power again and can easily attack any part of the country. Suicide bombers recently targeted a football ground and cultural centre. It was no coincidence that the explosion was timed to go off during a theater performance called ‘Beating heart; the silence after the explosion’. Many civilians and journalists were killed or wounded. In addition to taking responsibility for the attack, the Taliban issued a serious threat to the media and all cultural organizations

Til Ane Viktoria  Det er bare en vegg mellom oss Felles vegg Vi har veggen sammen Vinduene våre er på samme side av gågata Min  nabo  og jeg er gode folk Mest prater vi fra hver vår side av veggen vår Mest er det God morgen Eller god natt! Vi hører noe fra andre siden av veggen Fra denne siden av veggen ønsker jeg lykke til med alt ... Det er bare en vegg mellom meg og min  nabo

Night, moon and star The silent moments of devotion The eyes of a man full of hope Gazing over the sky The flow of his lifelong memories And the days of poetic bliss all reminiscences now daydreams form the fountain of his verse His spirit disconsolate, Inexpressible by mere words Only alphabets of love and affection, serenade the moment for him The pleasing broadcast of the first-light rooster delivers hope, optimism, and joy Oh God your sky so stunning Oughtn't to be full of roaming clouds Let it be a shining and inspiring source a reservoir of joy for solitary souls April 2014 Gulabuddin Sukhanwar