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NILAVRONILL: Welcome to Our Poetry Archive, dear poet. And congratulations as the poet of this month. I would like to know your personal views on literature or poetry in general.

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Literature is indivisible part of civilised life; without it we wouldn’t be able to step back in time and learn about history on Earth before us. It is also a part of our personal life from the time we’re born. Even our life is nothing, but the story written ahead. We are just re-writers, in the field of our recreation. Successful writers are helping others to wake up from the illusion of material existence, opening the path of inspiration in trying to find some higher life purpose.

NILAVRONILL: What are the factors that have influenced you immensely in the growing phase of your literary life. When, most probably you were not certain of your future as a poet or writer. Do you think society as a whole is the key factor in shaping up you as a poet, or your poetry altogether?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: I started playing the guitar and writing my first songs and lyrics as a very young boy, 6 years old. Since then, till now, my whole life has been a journey of experiencing the unknown based on inspiration. Turning back in time, I would mark the first factor, or significant circumstance that has influenced the growing phase of my literary life. I was a student, 19 years of age, as I got a part-time job in a publishing house. I was surrounded by books, feeling like a fish in water. Meeting with new topics like, Master and Margarita, The Magic Mountain, Siddhartha, Demian, Stepenwolf, The Alchemist, 1984, Solaris, and many others…It was my first break through… But the serious life situation which pushed me in long term process of writing was the war in my country. My exodus of seeking for refuge was hand in hand with my definite orientation on writing novels. It made me different, something like growing up overnight. 


NILAVRONILL: Is there anyone in your life, influenced you personally to develop your literary skills? Or inspire you to become a poet?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Absolutely, there are many writers, poets, also great songwriters, who influenced me. When it comes to prose, Russian writers Bulgakov and Gogol, made a big impact on my style, combining realism fiction and satire… You’ll probably be glad to hear about Rabindranath Tagore as one who deeply influenced me in the field of poetry and philosophy.

NILAVRONILL: Do you consider your literary life as an extension of your self-existence? If so, how it is related with the time around you?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: In my case, existence and time are very sensitive phenomena. My literary life couldn’t be extension, but only the essence, purpose and aim of my existence. The spiritual aspect of material existence is leading light on downward endless spiral journey in unknown. Time exists only as a continuum of infinite now. It is inseparable, unmovable, we are those who travel on journey of atomic molecular transformation into nonmaterial dimension in only one and stabile NOW. 

NILAVRONILL: According to you, what are the conditions to develop the creative soul of a poet in general?  We would like to know from your personal experiences.


ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: The soul is creative itself, or it’s conditioned to keep the essence of creativity in this material world in general. So, it is a lighthouse that illuminates the highest values of living. The one who carefully listens and articulates all what has heard from his soul, could be called poet. Personally, I see creativity as the most valuable attribute of existence of all. 

NILAVRONILL: Do you think in this age of information and technology the dimensions of literature have been largely extended beyond our preconceived ideas about literature in general?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: If you consider dimensions of literature as a quantitative category, we can hypothesize that today we have hundred times more writers than 100 years back, or we are able to write (type and print) one book hundred times faster, using computer technology. On the other side, technology, or artificial intelligence can slow down our pure essence in soul connection.  It distances us from reading books by hiring us to digest data instead, also, we are losing a lot of time and energy on troubleshooting or improving and updating new technical skills. The speed of the creative process does not necessary guaranty a quality of creative work. Quantity doesn’t correlate with quality.

NILAVRONILL: As a poet, do socio-economy and politics in general influence your literary visions? If so how, and if not, why?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Poets, writers, or philosophers reflect a current social economic and political situation in the mirror of their creative works.  Primarily, in the “primitive” tribal community, their task was to show how to live in the best harmony with nature, to help in finding some solutions for survival, trying to explain all the mysteries of life and the Universe.  In the modern age, it has become the opposite, a reversal process of bringing us back to our lost connection with Nature, not only in the way of living, but in the field of alienated science. Poetry is always the first who doesn’t know border in shaping a trajectory for any fundamental change. As a poet, I am highly influenced by the socio-economic impact on people’s lives. The less we have political power, or economic tools, the more we are profiled to create a virtual solution for a change.

NILAVRONILL: Do you consider, your national identity as an important factor to influence your literary creativity? Is your national identity an incentive for you to find your own literary voice?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Absolutely. It is our core, traditional heritage, without it, any soul-connection wouldn’t be possible. Our collective consciousness echoes through each of our words, reflecting memories of accumulated feelings as intuitive knowledge. National identity defines our style, sense of humor, love for truth, craving for freedom, the fight for the preservation of customs etc. As a refugee from my country and culture, I had to rebuild my inner fundamental core life library, creating a parallel network of multilingual emotional connections and brain plasticity, which ultimately helped me in new, different perception of the world.

NILAVRONILL: In between tradition and modernism, which one influence you most and why?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Modernism attracts, initiates, and determines my creative activity. It is understandable process of striving for progress and new forms of expression and promotion. Tradition is something that always brings us back “down to the ground” reminding us how things should be, or, even more, indicating where a change in values ​​should occur.

NILAVRONILL: Do you think honest literary criticism has much to do with the development of a poet and the true understanding of his or her poetry?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Criticism helps us in reconsidering our self-esteem, or pinpointing some areas for change, even provokes numbness of comfort to wake up from being caressed with hymns. In my case, criticism has nothing to do with determination of using clear power of inspiration and synchronicity, which is above any realm of critical observations.

NILAVRONILL: I would like to know, whether your contemporaries inspire your writings in any way.

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Very much. Many of them helped me to make sure that what I do is exactly what I must do. It helps me to strengthen my tools and open new fields of interest for the unseen. More so, I don’t have a problem of comparison in terms of confidence, as I’m firmly on my way. The art is innovation, uniqueness, and there’s nothing to compete with, but only yourself. As a publisher, I use to share manuscripts, translations with various authors around the world. I’m fortunate that I have some close friends, top poets, whom I can treat as my personal English language editing advisors, or sometimes even co-creators.

NILAVRONILL: Do you believe, literature can eventually help people to uplift human conscience?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: Historically, literature plays the main role in raising consciousness. It is above all big political or social changes. Without literature and philosophy, society wouldn’t make any move from old forgotten tribal and shamanic way of life organization. I call it esoteric literary-philosophic civilizational movement. Basically, each great book is directly involved and reflects in raising a global consciousness. 

NILAVRONILL: Humanity has suffered immensely in the past, and is still suffering around the world. We all know it well. As a poet or even as a literary person, how do you foresee the future of mankind?

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: As a literary person, I would say it like this: As we can see, all big happenings throughout history look like and are like each other. Official history and science don’t offer any explanation for that. So, who other than the writer is there to offer solutions. The history of civilization is not something that can go spontaneously. It must be some scenario for that, and some “authors” or “directors “somewhere behind the scenes”.  In literature we recognize different genres, like drama, melodrama, or tragedy. We can just speculate what kind of scenario we are part of. All these happenings are ruled by a narrow group of people, or minds, from the shade. Our thoughts are not even ours. We just think that we are thinking beings, like ego related subjects, but our brains are only relays processing messages from infinite higher intelligence, or some middle force which could appear between. Btw, the whole Universe is composed of electromagnetic particles of light. All around us is thinking think, which, as invisible substance permeates the infinite space in constant unmovable NOW. Tesla called it Ether. In Nature, everything is happening in cycles, based on Universal laws. The future of the world directly relies on Cosmic Cycles of energy.  Before us, there were civilizations which totally disappeared, thanks to those cyclical processes. Regarding the actual situation, we are sinking fast to a similar end. It looks like a kind of big “natural reset “of civilization, which wouldn’t be the first nor the last one in history. That’s why we know very little about ancient civilizations on Earth. I am afraid that after the incoming Natural Cycle of Earth-Cleansing, the possible new future generations will also know very little about us...

NILAVRONILL: We are almost at the end of the interview. I remain obliged to you for your participation. Now, personally I would like to know your honest opinion about Our Poetry Archive. Since April 2015 we are publishing and archiving contemporary world poetry each and every month. Thank you for sharing your views and spending much time with us.

ZLATAN DEMIROVIC: I was privileged to be present in OPA already several times before, thank you for that. So, I paid attention to each of your releases, and, out of my own professional curiosity, evaluating the quality. I’m really impressed with the high technical level of presentation, very professional approach, consistency, perseverance in improvement, and will highlight the sense of maintaining a good relationship with the authors. All in all, CONGRATULATIONS.

ZLATAN DEMIROVIĆ Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages). * The founder of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM, which serves as a platform for spiritual and personal development. * Founder and Editor in Chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED-USA * Founder and Editor of PRODIGY MAGAZINE-USA Translated into: Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Hindu, Bengal, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian), Albanian, Dutch, Hausa Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Pakistan, Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish, Persian, Azerbaijan, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian, Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian, Czech, Slovak, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali, Assam, Vietnamese and more, on the way.





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 awake 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...

©® Zlatan Demirović


Holy Trinity


A Guardian Angel, Black Devil, and I.

Living together and very inseparable! 

Just as the sun, moon, and Earth,

with the stones, water, and air.


While breathing the stardust, 

the sun is caressing him,

and the storms are bathing him. 

Traveling the paths, 

carved by dreams, 

in search for his unknown “I”

how can he compile or compare it? 


On the split ends of tiled trails, 

bounded by flowers

choked in the midst of thorns and weeds,

he followed a light shining from his heart,

absorbing flashes of lightning

descending from above, 

grasping the brazen images carried by them.

So, bless the angels for every sign they send

on the only path to the stars! 


Do it really quietly with a pleasant voice,

and patiently – not to wake the devil!

Thusly, for that reason,

painfully stumbling on bloody knees,

he’s to embrace and greet the stone in his shoe,

and the sand and pollen in his hair and eyes

with the arriving evening wind.


Well, even with that eyelash pinching in his eye,

he will be blessed,

with eternal gratitude from the angels

for his abundant eyelids radiating beauty. 

© Zlatan Demirović


Double Sun


Double sunshine will soon appear in the sky!

Two suns will go from the west,

like two twins,

and then neatly fled to the east ...


It wouldn’t be an illusion, directed by

known human delusions creators...

It will surprise them, as well!


So, everything will disappear on the horizon...

All the mountains and the sea

will be delayed as well,

and will sink into the abyss of oblivion

in lost memory of those,

who, don’t exist anymore.


Less more, nothing changes,

because everything

suppose to happen,

already happened...

It’s just someone’s dream,

and, who knows, who’s that

or does him exists army all...


However, must be,

at least, just a particle of knowledge,

stored in eternal consciousness,

which, according to the law of existence,

had been given to someone,

somewhere, sometimes!

To someone,

much more aware

than us...



©® Zlatan Demirović


The Composer


What does that composer compose?


As if sowing grain,

he does it skillfully.

He's a connoisseur, obviously!

Cause he’s not in rush to reap it yet...


 As if he knows well,

 not just about the stars,

 but also, that higher sphere,

 from which everything comes,

 his notes as well...


 He's not a lumberjack,

 which brings joy

 and a poplar of love to the house...


 He is something much more,

 that soul-breathing weirdo,

 who seeks it in matter.

 When it appears to him,

 he doesn't rush to hug it (her)

 rather he invites her for a walk,

 over glades, lakes

 and paths of her memory,

 to find from her,

 what’s that traveler's way,

 who, while flying

 through clouds and time,

 can see, or it seems to him,

 that he’s here now...


So, she tears him up

over dewy sheets,

leading him through

her abysses, all the way

to secret waterfalls,

where the rainbow paints,

as the water and stone

hug each other in one heart...


What’s that seeker’s void,

while flying through the clouds,

assuming, as he dreams,

that he is here right now?


Weird notes are now composed

by that composer...

 ©® Zlatan Demirović





It’s poison!

Elixir of happiness,

floating through the veins...


Mesmerizing shadow

at the edge of all dreams,

vibrating in telomeres...


Childish killing dream,

the old man’s self-esteem...


First teenage creation,

the neuroplasticity

visions of imaginary worlds.


Just like an apple,

and a sin, divided in two...

Who’s to lose,

it’s always you!




Because there’s one

secret pristine shape,

the color of violet light,

the smell of mother’s milk,

imprinted in every heart,

driving us to the end

of endless road...


And there’s always,


a woman of your dream...

©® Zlatan Demirović




ZLATAN DEMIROVIĆ Bilingual book writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages). * The founder of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM, which serves as a platform for spiritual and personal development. * Founder and Editor in Chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED-USA * Founder and Editor of PRODIGY MAGAZINE-USA Translated into: Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Hindu, Bengal, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian), Albanian, Dutch, Hausa Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Pakistan, Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish, Persian, Azerbaijan, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian, Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian, Czech, Slovak, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali, Assam, Vietnamese and more, on the way



Peace Committees

Writen in St Nicolas Naoussa Springs 13th of May 2022


In Peace Committees war reports,

heated solidarity, unspoken oppositions,

in times of war


imprisoned opinions, anonymous statements

scared publications in peaceful countries and free newspapers


I will NOT choose which bomb I like best

- who’s destroying my earth, my water, my air -


I choose the people who are suffering

by both sides! Always!


How much river

how many springs

how much more light

to fight injustice...


Pathways Through The Past


Points of reference




metallic monsters

Broken days

memories aren’t gifted

streets are blocking

all happiness.


Lightning Out Of The Blue


I open the memories

That cloud finds me

That has always been over

the city I lived in,

to remind me that I was looking

for the hands that lifted me up,

the embraces that were far away,


and I would hit my head every morning

in the parallel life

in the corners of the paper attic

that was dripping with misery,

when it rained


and I'm still looking for the companionship,

by the huts, by the streams

with the tablecloths lying on the grass

and the true glances of people

who have left

far too soon...




XANTHI HONDROU-HILL: Xanthi Hondrou-Hill has studied German and English Literature, Linguistics, Journalism and Public Relations Management in Germany. She has worked as Public Relations Manager at the Greek Consulate in Stuttgart, as teacher for German, Greek and English and is translating poetry from and to all three languages. She is an award-winning Greek poetess who gained international recognition. She is writing poetry since high school and her poems have been published in many international prestigious media and anthologies around the world. She has won in 2022 the first prize at the Gandhian Global Harmony Association and many awards in China, Ukraine, Philippines and Equator. She has been nominated as one of the 30 Stars worldwide in India. She is cultural Ambassador for OXYGEN PEN Sri Lanka, NAMASTE magazine in India and editor for poetry columns at www.faretra.info in Greece and HUMANITY in Russia, as well as co-editor for the international poetry magazine in China. Selections of her poetry have been translated into Arabic, Chinese, French, German, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Russian, Spanish, Slavic as well as in two Languages of India: Hindi and Bengali.




Affective Flowers Of Spring


 Spring spitting out many white flowers

      crying for the cough and death in winter


 Spring exploding many bloody flowers 

       paining the land and history of Ukraine


Spring bearing many medicinal flowers

      applying the accumulated wounds of the earth


Spring waking up many fragrant flowers

           comforting the troubled and sleepless soul


















Sacrifice Alive


Water, making the river thin by flowing

Flowers, falling and withering the spring


Bird chirps, falling the tree leaves

Raindrops, leaking the black clouds


Sunshine jumping into sea, crashing into deep darkness

Shooting star flying into time, igniting the light















The Fragrance Of Wheat Flowers


Didn't smell it while playing hide and seek in the wheat field

Didn't smell it while planting wheat, watering wheat, watching wheat, and cutting wheat

Decades after leaving my hometown and entering the city

While going to a rural tea shop with classmates for tea

I just run into wheat blooming and the sun shining brightly

I surprisingly encounter the bouncing and intoxicating fragrance of wheat flowers


The fragrance of wheat flowers can also fill stomachs

Like the fragrance of rice flowers, the fragrance is surging to be the ocean of crops

The fragrance is changing into the hope of not starving


I hold up the fragrance of wheat flowers that I fall into love lately

Also bring out the sunshine from my heart




















The Sunshine Of Pamir


The time accumulated by Pamir has elevated me

I am so high that I'm closer to the sun


Sunshine is passing through the jungle of history

pouncing on me like a lover


My skin has been baked red brown

My heart is heading into the high and distant vicissitudes of life


The sun over Pamir is draping in a veil of cloud

Is she the bride in my dream


Don't shoot that magic arrow at me again

I am about to turn into a golden statue in pain

















我快要痛成  金色的雕像




WILLIAM ZHOU, has studied and written poetry for over 30 years and published Chinese, English and translated works in literary newspapers and magazines both at home and abroad. He won the international and domestic poetry award, poet award, literature award and poetry collection award. He published 2 books of Chinese poetry and 2 books of Chinese English bilingual Poems. He was invited to attend the World Congress of Poets 8 timesand also participate in the International Poetry Festival 3 times. He is now a lifelong member of the World Congress of Poets and a member of the Chinese Poetry Society.


E-mail: ghzhoudaomo@163.com


 周道模 30余年,在国内外文学报刊上发表汉语、英语和翻译作品。 获国际国内诗歌奖、诗人奖、文学奖、诗集奖。出版汉语诗集2部、汉英双语诗集2部。8应邀参加世界诗人大会,3应邀参加国际诗歌节。现为世界诗人大会终生会员、中国诗歌学会会员。