Literature Journal Blog

  THEATRE AS WOUND, THEATRE AS WITNESS: BOND AND ALI ACROSS CULTURES   Edward Bond also talks about the concept of repetition in moder...

The Word 'You' It is you, not easy to read, Many words are cultivated. With the word 'You' and songs are composed, And...

  I Envy When the autumn leaves break, fall from the branches into the vait. Suddenly I get a chest pain, just like melancholy. The ba...

  When You Told Me That You Loved Me The world will lose at least one word, one expression The night loses the meaning of night It is th...

  Deviruma Priyatama Thirty spring days have passed, yet I have not seen your beloved, magical face, Where the familiar and unfamiliar belo...

  A Peom King and Queen on a Lily , All our white cups brimming, Sweetly-chiming at once. We are languishing, beautiful, in the simple be...

  Eternal Journey I've woven the fabric of my life with joys and sorrows The moments enjoyed making memories Not looking for the lu...