The advance to Heaven. Extracts from moderm Kyrgys poetry

The fight between tenses

The birches of Kara-Kulja

The old birches,

like the old aksakals

recalled about far gone young years,

with the picturesque Bregel’s trunks

obliterated and engraved

heavily by times.

Two days ago

one of them fell down at night,

crushed by a strong wind,

and now all his survived comrades

looked so solemn

in deep mourn,

shocked by this tragedy.

This old forest

deployed on the bank of mountain river

is going to extinction

in our eyes,

forgotten

by friends of nature

ecologs and fighters with Global warming,

left along unprotected

into the depth of the countryside

And time is progressively

stealing from that birches

their youth, maturity, memory about happy days

of old generation

and coming offspring,

and even wiping off this crumbled world

from the crumbled memory of locals people.

My sun

You made me happy and warm

exactly like rising sun everyday

I am singing and dancing

at this marvelous morning

blessed by yours kindness and love.

The demand of revolution

Those who eating and drinking

and feeling happy,

let them,

those, who singing and boasting

and bragging —

let them.

My mission in revolution,

which I bringing to all of them,

as a heavenly honey and nectar of reviving and resurrection

to those, who able and ready consume them,

and as poison

for those, who don’t do that

so until the day which coming

let people to live

as they can and want

My mission —

to bring them revolution.

To gets all things done

which brood into a coming generation

and new era,

the new sense of reality and revolution demanded.

The chapel of yours beauty

The shameful easiness

The easiness with which

the Russian experts

enforced to believe our numbskulls in power

that creating railroad

between China and West

going through Kyrgyzstan

not answered to our national interest and strategy

and might be harmful for our independence,

just witnessed about the greatest betrayal potencies

of our governing elite,

which long ago acted and lived and replicated into body of our state

as the pure canserogenic sells.

How we get there?

How we get there,

how we are sagged

into such wasteful

and ravishing style of life,

and dwell on it so long

dear brethren?

How we collectively get here,

dear relatives,

in our countryside,

how we cut sheep and lambs

and ate them

in the sad scene of our brutality

and barbaric self degrading fatality.

The best things for us now —

keep our mind occupied

with something more serious, healthy

pragmatic and productive,

than ate and ate freshly cut and prepared lambs, caws, horses.

Yes, it would me much better

if we are just eating up our livestock at all

and left our nature for wild animal,

but millions offspring of sheep and gouts, caws and horse

multiplying instead of eaten animals

on our degrading pastures

destroying last bastion of our ancient forests

and making significant impact

to Global warming.

With Chingiz Aitmatov

The method of self-foollation

There are severe flaws in augment

of all our so attractive theoretical conceptions and conclusions

who takes this mistakes and ramifies them in the whole,

creating a universe of illusions and blunders.

We get some wacky questions

like who created God?

Why the theory of Multiverse

not logged scientifically

in way checkable by experiences?

How we get sagged in

and dwelled on it fatally?

The best thing for us now —

to keep our mind with something serious,

much more serious

then wandering in pure dreams and phantasies

without being hardwiring to reality at all.

Hope to miracles

If our world has not any purposes,

why our science and methods have to be inflicted to this

things,

which we called as experience and being prove for our thoughts, theories and suggestions?

If everything around us disliked proofs, aims, purposes and precise calculation, measuring and registering,

why not to hardware just for pure miracles

into such uncertain environment and universe?

The purposefully hardwired humanity

We are all hardwired to the purpose of life

from the beginning

filled and overfilled with the aims, missions and ambitious plan.

It good for great men, scientists

and for the other exceptional persons and events

but how about the grey majority

that filled up the backbone and the skull of humanity?

Maybe for them, it needs just to live,

to be alive – for all of us

and enjoy with that reality as it is

into the much more relaxing state and mode

and it would be better for exceptions,

when such passiveness of majority

created the condition of superconductivity

through the hollow coolness of our relaxations,

through our empty heads

they reached miracles much fast and sufficient?

But think about

what happened in the world

when every nerve cell in the head of humanity

awake for active life and creativity —

It will be a fantastical superconductivity

of superconductivities

when absolute majority

awakes for creativity!

The symphony of Kyrgyz Mountains

With friends – poets, writers, philosophers

What are we looking for?

We don’t know yet

what are we looking for

amid so many revolutions, plots and overplots,

which had been engulfed in our country

all these 30 years of independence,

why our politic

so tormented our people

with the everlasting run

for the lust, richness, and power?

mister Trump, when you will stop this worlds cacophony

of the biggest, middle, small and micro hegemonies?

And what will be happened the next

if all these which we about to witness

is only a beginning?

Our planet has sucked by the vortex whirlpool of Hell

undoubtedly.

O come on!

Snap out of it!

The abundance of beauty

Every year of my life

I grow more and more convinced,

if the wise is the best

then we have to fix our attention of a good, of a beautiful —

to all that things

with which so abundantly filled

all corners of our dear Kyrgyzstan.

Yes, the best thing we can do

to fix our attention and respect deeply

all the marvels around us,

independently

which one of them clearly depicted

or not so

have been hidden deeply

into hardened face and heart of reality —