Sunday, September 1, 2019



Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood”----T. S. Eliot

Poetry is one of the powerful medium to communicate with the readers.  It communicates with people and time, nature and soul. The forms may differ but the essence remains the same and powerful if the creator can express his or her talent with proper dignity and elegance. Therefore, poetry is one of the best medium for this purpose. The primary obligation of a poet is to communicate with his or her readers. To broaden the canvas of their vision as well as feelings for both the life as a conscious being and people and time in general. Poetry is born if and only if one can achieve this.

As we are working in the literary field with poetry, it is our way of expression to disclose our emotions and sympathies with others. Poetry without sympathy can never touch human souls with emotion. Poetry without emotion can never move human souls with sympathy. Yet only the emotional poetry may bore us soon. Therefore, to preserve the emotions with sympathy in expressing poetic talents requires great skill. If only we can master this skill only then we can be able to reach more hearts with our poetical creative brilliances. In addition, even this skill requires deep philosophical insights with spiritual realizations of eternity. Only then, a poet can communicate with a greater audience.

Now what is genuine poetry? Poetry is not playing with words at all. Poetry is the expression of life. Poetry gives us the true meaning of our existence as human being. Not that, our life depends on literature or poetry. Any one of us can survive and even thrive, in our materialistic life; without even building up any relations with literature or poetry as a whole. We all know that it is quite possible. However, literature can never survive without establishing any direct relation or having any affinity with life as a whole. Therefore, we understand that literature depends on our life. Moreover, our life is full of sufferings pains and despair. Our life is also full of hopes and of infinite possibilities. It is in constant flux of good and evil, hope and despair, confusion and belief. So how can we deny all these in our inner soul? How can we just play with words for the sake of literature forgetting everything?

Therefore, Poetry demands human compassion. Without which poetry becomes just jumble of dead words, void, a lifeless entity. Who would like to read that poem which is just a formation of words and sound without any true soul? In addition, to bring out that soul in our poetry we need to establish a direct relation with our surroundings, with our present time with human compassion. Do you think keeping yourself insulated from the present world would bring that soul in your writing? I am afraid, that is not possible at all.

So keeping ourselves insulated from the human sufferings, from the tragedies of political events; even if we try to be creative in literary field, all our creativity will be lifeless without any true soul within. Nobody would recall our poetical brilliance for a second time after going through that sort of caricature of poetry devoid of true soul. Moreover, to bring out that true soul in our literary creativity we have to be compassionate enough not only to feel for the sufferer but also to find out the true causes of the Evils that prevail in the everyday domain of our world. This is the responsibility of a true poet. Not that, our poetry will change the world, yet it can be reflective of our time and situation in a true manner. Where, reader can find a true soul, which can communicate with its time and sufferings.

Poetry with this true soul is the genuine poetry, which can communicate with its readers even before it is understood. Here lies the true strength of poetry.

Alas, most of the poetical activities of our present time fall short of this benchmark. As we have lost our compassions, our sympathies. As we are too busy with our own, self interests. As we have started believing only in materialistic development of our personal life. We like to publish books in our names. We like the literary fame and celebration of personal goals. We thrive for individual achievements. So, most of our literature and poetry of the present time have lost their true soul of humanity. Therefore, it remains no more communicative in the true essence.

Should we then stop writing or reading poetry? Certainly not. We should only keep all these true and essential facts in our mind before embarking upon writing poetry. I think, it would obviously help us to focus on our own skill and develop it in its true manner. And if we can achieve this, I do believe our poetry would be able to communicate with our audience more spontaneously and more profoundly. More over it would help us to uphold the essence of genuine poetry as had been advocated by T. S. Eliot.

So dear friend we at Our Poetry Archive is constantly trying our level best to march forward towards this line of activities with honesty and integrity. After the successful publication of the OPA Anthology of Poetry 2019: ‘Spirit of Nature’, we are here with yet another monthly number of Our Poetry Archive, September 2019: V-5 N-6. In this number, the readers would find poems of 47 poets of different continents around the world. We are much elated to publish the enlightened interview of poet ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI of Azerbaijan. We do hope, like all the previous editions of OPA, our readers would certainly like this number and appreciate the literary merit of the poems published. 

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ALICJA KUBERSKA:  What does poetry mean to you?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  Poetry - for me,  is talking  with my own soul and thoughts.

ALICJA KUBERSKA:  What’s according to you the meaning of poetry in the contemporary world?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  In any time, poetry is the relaxation of the soul.

ALICJA KUBERSKA: Can you describe your creative process while writing a new poem?

 ISMAYILOVA  MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  During this time I am looking  through all events.... which were happened with me all my life.

ALICJA KUBERSKA: Did it happen to you that a poem was just your dream?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: My poems have always been my dreams.

ALICJA KUBERSKA: Tell us about your inspiration. What’re the most important subjects to you?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  I began write poems from 1982. But I  burned  them after reading. Nobody knew that, I have such a skill. I wasn't happy... and I am happy now...  only for  my children. And the most important subject were  : past, present, love, life and relaxation of the soul  for me.

MARIA MIRAGLIA:  Which were the emotions that inspired your first verses?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Events which surrounded me.

MARIA MIRAGLIA:  Was your aspiration to become a poet or did all happen by chance?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  I never thought  that I will write poems ... I'm not a poet. I'm a linguist... but relaxing the soul with myself ( only mine ) was the reason for writing  my poems.

MARIA MIRAGLIA: Who is the first person you read your poems to and why?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  Asoke Kumar Mitra. I translated his several poems  intro Azerbaijani. And one day he said me that, if you can translate poems you can write poems also. I didn't said him that I had already wrote poems,then burned them. He awakened my faith, and for the first time I sent him my poems for reading. He was my first reader.

MARIA MIRAGLIA: Have you published any poetic anthology, if so what did you feel the first time you got it in your hands?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: I never published my poems. My poetry is in me. My poems were published  firstly by Agron Shele and Nilavronill Shoovro.

MARIA MIRAGLIA:  Who are the poets you prefer reading? Do you get inspiration from them?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  From ours  :  I like poetry, if I like the poem, it’s mean that I like author  too  and, as poetry has no boundary every creative  person is interesting for me. Their every line is  my inspiration. 

APRILIA ZANK:  How important is accessibility of meaning to you? Do you challenge the readers to work hard to decipher your poems, or do you prefer transparency of meaning?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: I don't put pressure on anyone, my readers are my dears.... the creators and people the closest to me. I am a poet of my inner world and soul

APRILIA ZANK:  What kind of poems do you write mostly? Do you have recurring themes, or are all your poems unique?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: I wrote when, my soul is ill, when I am lone, and I think may be themes the same, but feelings and meanings  are different.

APRILIA ZANK: Do you think your poetry is typically feminine / masculine? If yes, in what way?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Poetry is the voice of heart, soul, feeling...  have no gender, verses  may be for everyone.

APRILIA ZANK: Do you write mostly about yourself, or do you also have an open eye /ear for the issues of the world?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Almighty created us on  the world... and that is why we may be thought on our soul, feelings, and dreams... but  if there is the  second person who knows about these soul, feelings and dream... then these are between us and world.

APRILIA ZANK: In what way is your poetry different from that of other poets?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  I don't think that : I am a  poet - but I am writing  for relaxing  my soul... and I am ready to learn more about poetry from masters of poets all my life.

LEYLA IŞIK: What are the main factors to make poetry real poetry?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Expressing inner world of soul  of poet with his or her verses.

LEYLA IŞIK: Do you think imagery is important in poetry? Where does the importance of imagery begin in a poem, where does it end?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: We know that poetry is human dream.... which takes us to future. That is why  imagery begins on  the first line poem, to endless.Because...dream...  have no ends.

LEYLA IŞIK:  What are the most used types of poetry in your country?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Dramatic, Lyric, Epic,  Symphonic, Satiric, Modern poetries. All of them are used.

LEYLA IŞIK: What’s important to be a good poet? To write good poems!

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: The good poet is that man - who can  influence the soul of man.

LEYLA IŞIK: Who are the most important poets and their main properties nowadays?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: There are many poets in the world. I, think that if somebody writes poems... they are chosen persons... who has ability touching the high peak of feelings of human, and  this is their difference  properties from simple person.

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD:  Understanding poetry begins with visualizing the central images in the poem. What do you see, taste, smell, hear, and feel? What is the imagery of your poetry?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Understanding poetry begins with feelings, their includes every property feelings beginning from taste till  smelling, hearing, seeing and feeling. And my imagery are  my own feelings and inner world.

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD: What is the mood of your poetry? (Or How does it make you feel?)

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  I prefer mood  of melancholia, it takes me to the deepness of my life with my dreams.

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD: In your poetry who is the speaker of the poem? Are you speaking to yourself or to others?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  I talk with my soul.... with my inner world.Only me, no one else.

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD: What is the message of your poetry? What messages do your poetry convey?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI:  My messages : loneliness, unhappiness, and the destroyer of my life. And  advising running away from loneliness.

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD: Does the internet and social media contribute to the success of your poetry? Is this the reason you write for?

ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI: Through the Social Media I have got readers,  and for this I always  will thankful  to Asoke Kumar Mitra, Agron Shele and NilavroNill Shoovro.  If they wouldn't  be, I would continue to write poems and after reading  burned them. Social media is my  imaginary  inner world.

NILAVRONILL SHOOVRO: Thank you so much dear poet for the interview. We would like to know your personal experience with OPA as a literary web journal. Would you like to share anything more with our readers?


ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI. From Azerbaijan. She was born in Azerbaijan. She is Azerbaijani and live in Baku. Baku is the capital of Azerbaijan. High educated. She is 55 . Married and have two children: son and daughter . She works as a teacher at Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University.




Promised each other,
Always be together.
Walking around with pleasure,
During the rain and snow...

What was happened suddenly,
Thunder was happened, or land was   splited
Or  , stones falling from the sky,
Was closed    ...  our ways....

Be silent, don't talk ...
Don't tire yourself in vain
It was empty echo...
Given word, during years.

World - is frail world...
And human is a guest...
Don't promise , if you didn’t  it ...
Follow  ... what was given...


Trouble, grief, sorrow, sadness
No wonder, that  we met
Being younger or older,
It does not matter...
Who suffered from grief ...
He will understand it.
Give respite me ,  oh my grief ...
At least, give me time ,
For grief, ...  trouble
... Sadness   and sorrow...
Thinking on ... every time...
Was said  ... grief, sorrow, sadness
What are they   ... at last
Then I understood that
Who suffered from grief...
He will understand it .
Now ,I am face by face with you ,
You took my life...
Took my hope out...
Enough give respite me
To be alone with my grief,
Then would understand also...
What are grief, sorrow ,sadness ...
And...this is reality ...
Who suffered from grief...?
He will understand it .


Oh my soul, smile ,  you...
Fate didn't smile, smile ,  you
If you would smile ,
Would smile my grief and sorrow.
Let my  suffering would dissapeared
With your smiling, soul.
Oh my soul , smile ,  you...
After   forgotten   years,
Seeing you smile,
My cold   glance,
Would be smile also.
Smile ... oh my soul
Your smile will erase...
Grief and sorrow.
Your smile would appended the  joy
To my grief and sorrow .
You know ,  it isn't on  my power .
I'm attached to your smiles,
If my soul be smiling,
So , fate will smile too ...


Looking around myself
I see the Garden of Paradise.
I see the nightingale
Singing in this garden

Seeing flowing waterfalls ,
Rows of mountains and thick forests
I ask from forests...
I don't see beloved, where are?

Rose my , my beloved ,
Healing my grief, where are you?
Morning would not come, without you
Luminous face, where are you?

I don't bear to the parting
I wait, don’t tired of ,
I don't walk garden without you
My deer , where are you?


With your existence
I appeared in the world
I grew up, became an adult
You rejoiced with these days
My every step,
Every my  word ...
This was means for you
You were delighted with me
Months passed ... years passed
But I thought  that , moment was passed
May be you are tired of me ,
But I didn't tired from you.
Without sunrise,
Without smile of sun
Your smile frozed....
But I didn't tired of this smile
Dear mother, my soul mamy,
Every morning, when I looked you
Were smiling my eyes and soul
But this morning I couldn't smile
I was glad for every day
But on this day, I couldn't rejoiced


ISMAYILOVA MESME ALIYULLA KIZI. From Azerbaijan. She was born in Azerbaijan. She is Azerbaijani and live in Baku. Baku is the capital of Azerbaijan. High educated. She is 55 . Married and have two children: son and daughter . She works as a teacher at Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University.



To:  my beloved angel

Red murmur
inquires - resigns
postponed silences
on  the sounds
of your soul.

Red suggestion
of blacked venules
tempest - stilled
liquids trees;
bleed their roots
on shipwrecks of words
and autumn leaves.
Will be carbuncle the  love?

Water night
pigmented scarlet,
foam gales
on the edge
raspberry and mint
defining your shadow;

on moon´s reef
incandescent light snow
on the tremulous
ruby from your lips.

To my Darling: M.B. with love.
Only love will prevail
When there is nothing left,
When memory  fades away
As scattered dust
On the wind.

Only my words will speak
Of this love
leaving a footprint
In silence,
To posterity…
For other times.
When my simple name
Be erased over time
And the words remain
over withered leaves.

Only my love for you will prevail
In your skin of verse,
In your skin of rhyme,
On your prose skin ...
Forever and beyond
the eternity borders.


Taciturn I roam
in the sterile
fury of delirium,
carry my words
as single luggage.

Behind me…
Drive my inconclusive
dreams, pain,
blind nostalgia.
Diluting rain
my footsteps.

The wind recounts
it´s story.
I wait for
the glaring spikes
on diaphanous voices,
coated with infinity.



ALICIA MINJAREZ RAMÍREZ: Poetess, translator, singer, university professor, radio and T.V. broadcaster.  She was born in Tijuana, Mexico. She is an internationally renowned poetess and author,  recipient of numerous awards the latest one being: the EASAL Medal by the European Academy of Sciences and Letters 2018 Paris, France. "Pride of the Globe Award" WNWU, Kazakhstan 2018. "Universal Inspirational Poet Award", Pentasi B. World, India 2017.  Special Mention and a Medal in the International Poetry Prize NOSSIDE Italy 2016 and 2015, recognized by UNESCO. Her poems have been translated into several languages and published in more than 150 International Anthologies and magazines around the world.




Oh words at last.
and I can see them coming.

Oceans of them, swell
to fall on the screen

and I feel dazed, blinded,
for I haven't seen them

so many, in a long time.
A whirlwind of words rise,

snaring and scowling
freshly free from the

sleepy cage of my mind.
Words lulled to sleep by

those calming strokes of life.
It took a clap of a thunder

to bring them to a wakefulness,
much-awaited and longed for.

The thunder has fire in it
and as I burn inside

the smoke of words
crowd and cloud my screen

evoking stinging tears
that smoke can bring.

I garland the onslaught
of words, a bride-in- waiting.


Icicles of some frozen memories
in the ocean of time,
turns to a glacier--
stately, sombre, mountain-like,
fathomlessly deep,
feeling the dark body of the ocean
with a helpless desperation
that only a glacier can feel.

It catches in the prism of its chest,
the frolic of the sunlight
and the smile of the moon.
it sings the song of silence,
and sheds its tears
in the breast of the sea.

Wakefully alert with
the memory of a wreck,
it prays for ships to steer past it
and not write again
the story of going asunder.


The waves break into the shore.
The frothy joys make their way
deep into the hearts of sands
keeping it wet forever.

Wet sands sculpt a loving face,
a beautiful home,
before being washed away
by the ageless sea.

For a brief while,
beauty wins the round
against the might of eternity.