Tuesday, October 1, 2024

MILKA MINKOVA

 


 

In Search Of The Meaning Of Life

 

I dug through the ruins of a bitter soul,

I wandered with confused thoughts,

looking for the meaning of life.

same questions over and over

they spun like roulette,

a, response without unfolding.

I got lost through those ruins,

but I did not lose hope.

I believed that by itself,

that answer will appear.

Through those ruins I found myself,

realizing the meaning of my existence,

existence that God gave me.

I was born to live

to wander through the streets

of time,

to realize, to appreciate

everything that God has created,

to appreciate myself too.,

to defy challenges

what time brings

walking through that earthly road,

where we are just passing guests.

Then I found the meaning of life.

Love…

The meaning of life

I see her in love.

Choosing love over evil. Because,

only when we live with love in our hearts,

then we are happy

then we are fine

then we are alive.

Evil causes the reverse.

Life is a constant struggle

between these two forces.

We fight too.

love is victory

and evil defeat.

We need to win.

That's the meaning.

And to stay on our feet until the end,

no matter how many times we fall,

always get up.

In the end, let's be

the best version of yourself,

because it doesn't end there.

Every end, a new beginning.

The meaning of life is not to live forever,

but to create something that will live forever,

and with that you too will live forever.

Life is a puzzle,

in which one piece is always missing.

Fitting the puzzle

we change our life.

In it we strive to find ourselves,

as well as what makes us happiest,

what we want.

Only then can we find the meaning of life,

and live it as best we can.

 

The Cry Of The Swan

 

From pain to the beloved,

he chained the soul in silence.

He wandered for days

may you find peace and tranquility.

He toiled in vain,

it hurt

my heart was on fire, it was burning.

He cruised frantically

across the lake expanse.

In the clarity of the water

she was looking for her face,

to see him at least once more.

He dived confidently,

through the transparency of that clarity,

he yearned to

that gentle face peeped out.

No!

A strong pain seized him

who was left alone

that clear water to him

took the most desired,

the most beloved, the most precious...

Love....

In a moment of nostalgia,

he let out the loudest scream.

The cry of the swan that

understood the lake,

and the sound of the scream, how

echoes echoed in all directions...

With that scream he broke the silence,

to chain him up again and never let out a scream.

 

Battle Of Emotions

 

Deep in the veins

from the heart

through those mazes trapped,

emotions were fighting.

Ones eager for revenge,

others for love.

They fought battles with each other,

while the soul thundered like lightning,

caught between the two.

Revenge

Or

Love.

On the one hand, broken by pain,

with bloody wounds,

with tears he healed them,

on the other hand, a trembling hopeful...

Love radiated.

It was thought...

Revenge

Or

Love.

Indecision!

The battle left them alone

to beat her

to find out for themselves.

They fought for a long time in the damas,

through the labyrinth of the heart,

and it roared so loud,

that, that roar, all malice exposed, the storm stilled,

Love exalted.

Love became the winner

eternally endured,

Malice melted into love melted.

 

MILKA MINKOVA

 

MILKA MINKOVA: Poet and writer for children and adults. For her work, she has received numerous domestic and foreign awards, including the Rabindranath Tagore Award three years in a row. She participates and is represented in numerous domestic and foreign anthologies.

 

 


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