English Short Stories

Am I a honeybee?…and why not!

Just as a honeybee works tirelessly to gather nectar and pollen, that is how I go over various courses and academies to enrich my knowledge. With so many options out there, it is extremely easy to learn new things and grow as a person.

Just as a honeybee often flies up to 5 miles per day, that is how I dedicate long hours to achieve my personal goals. Perseverance is the key to success, and sometimes it is easy to forget that, especially when obstacles arise and make us doubt everything. A honeybee does not doubt – they do their thing no matter what. It is easy to get lost when you forget yourself in the process, but continue moving forward and you will get there… eventually.

Just as a honeybee works for the collective good of the colony, with an inherent purpose tied to the survival and success of the group, that is how I give my best to accomplish larger goals that benefit not only me, but my family and company as well. People love being a part of a society, being appreciated, and working in togetherness makes life so much easier and sweeter too. Just like honey.

I might be just like a honeybee in many ways, but there are a few things that make me happy that I am first and foremost a human being. Putting my heart and soul into creative outputs, and taking breaks now and then, enjoying life beyond work.

Unlike a honeybee, I have the gift of choice—choice to pursue what ignites my passion, the freedom to pause, reflect, and change direction. While honeybees may thrive on instinct, I thrive on creativity, the ability to dream, to innovate, and to take a moment to simply enjoy the world around me.

So, am I a honeybee? In many ways, yes. But I am also something more. I am human, and with that comes the ability to live with purpose, love deeply, and take time to savour the sweetness of life.

English Short Stories

Magic

The weather was calm and warm, with the sun shining and few clouds over the mountains. She was sitting and staring at the horizon and thinking. So many things were on her mind, that she did not even notice the person standing next to her. The silence was all around her. Only sound present was from her own breathing. Finally, she heard a breath that was not hers. She turned her head and looked at the person. He was just bluntly staring in the same direction, without even blinking.

– What are you doing here? -she asked, not moving at all.

– I was tired of waiting. So, here I am.- he turned to face her, with a serious expression.

– Waiting for what? -she asked again, and her eyes sparkled.

– Waiting for you to tell me how you feel.

– About?

– About you.. about me.. about us.- he sat next to her.

– I am scared.. -she shivered while saying the words.
He kneeled in front of her

– Don’t be! I was scared also, but now I just want to know.
She shed a tear on her cheek, and with the trembling voice said:

– I am scared that I love you so deeply that I will not be able to live when I return back. I am scared that you will forget me and that I will be left only with my dreams. I am scared that if you hug me right now, I will melt in your arms and never let go. I have to leave, but I am scared that I am making the worst mistake in my life by going and not making you come with me. I am scared that after all of this, you will still not know the depth of my love.
His mouth started shaking.

– I am scared also. I fear that you will go and I would not be able to find you ever again. I am scared that my biggest mistake is that I never told you sooner how I feel.

– You are a magician, you always find a way.

– You are a sorceress and my way is always leading to you.
At that moment, the two of them stood up and hugged each other so tightly.

– Let’s just forget about tomorrow.- she said and her eyes closed while caressing his chest with her face.

– Tomorrow does not exist. It is only here and now, and you and me.. And see? You did not melt or fade away in my arms, so your fears are unjust.

– I already melted…

– And I will never let go…Never!

English Poetry

My Home

I see your eyes in front of me.
Your beautiful, mesmerising eyes,
that shine brighter than the sun.
I see my own reflection
and the love growing in my heart.
I see your face and I see the world.
I see everything that is priceless to me.
I see my home nested on your chest,
the rhythm of your heart,
the dance in my soul.
I see your warm smile,
and know that the winter will be nothing,
but a season written on a calendar.
Do you see what I see?
Do you feel what I feel?
Yes, you do.
I know you do.
You are my home,
and I am yours.
Forever home.

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Macedonian Poetry

Сон

Грмотевица се слуша
Страв лее во мојата душа
Чувствувам облаци тмурни,
емоции во сечија душа, бурни.
Ноќта е толку ладна,
капки дожд удираат по прозорецот
не се слуша ниту звукот на штурецот.
Ништо.
Само дождот.
И грмотевиците.
Го сечат мрачното небо на илјада парчиња,
а тоа молњи, плаче.
Ветер дува,
некој кошмари сонува.
Небото светнува,
а моето срце летнува.
Перницата ја стегам силно,
а очите полека ги затворам.
Се прашувам
Ќе успеам ли да заспијам?!

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Очите ги отворам,
а пред мене божествена убавина.
Сонце грее,
мене срцето ќе ми запее.
Ох, колку убаво утро!

Macedonian Poetry

Моето парче Рај

Одблесокот од твоите очи
ја засени светлината на сонцето
ми ги магепса очите
ми го зароби срцето;
насмевката од твоите усни
ги прекри сите ѕвезди на небото
ми се врежа во мислите
ми се всели во паметот;
мирисот на твојот парфем
ги засени сите цвеќиња на светот
ми се вкорени во кожата
те чувствувам насекаде.
Твојата кожа, нежна како свила
образите црвени како крв
твоите раце
ги чувствувам на мојот врат
на моето лице
како божествено ме допираат
додека твојот глас
ми го поматува умот.
Не се искажува со зборови
љубовта што ја чувствувам
што ја имам во мене
како подарок
бесценет подарок за тебе.
Бакнеж посладок од мед
од твоите усни
како печат на моите.
Твоја сум, веќе ничија,
засекогаш.
Те погледнав во очите
пламен на нескротлива љубов
жарче на вечна среќа.
Знаев,
ти си моето парче Рај
моето парче Пекол,
кое засекогаш ми припаѓа
само мене!

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English Poetry

You are

You are
the sun on a summer day,
the moon in a starry night,
the warmest flame,
the brightest light.

You are
the softest kiss,
the warmest hug,
the kindest word,
the sweetest taste.

You are
my highest high,
my every day desire,
my every night dream,
my forever life.

You are
my best friend,
my soul mate,
my love,
my family.

You are
a blessing,
and a prize,
so please,
never change Who You Are.

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English Poetry

Maybe

So many words in my head
So many thoughts
So many questions…

What is this feeling
Sitting like a small child in the corner
Waiting for the time out to end…

What is this emotion
Crawling inside my heart
Making me scared forever…

What is this moment
That is not familiar
That is making my skin blush…

Maybe I am not supposed to know
Maybe the feelings, moments and emotions
are there for a reason.

Maybe just one reason is the cause
for all this turmoil in my head.
Or maybe it is not my head at all…

Maybe it is only my heart
Making me dance
Making me smile
Making me happy…

Maybe, the reason is you..

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English Poetry

Eternal delight

I never knew that I will feel so much,
so many things in my heart and mind.
I never knew I am a person as such,
until your hands and my hands intertwined.

I never knew I could be so lucky in love,
to find a person who shares my feelings.
I never knew that I can go to the clouds above,
with just one kiss from another human being.

You make me feel alive and always with hope.
You make me feel in love every single day.
You make me feel like I want to elope,
just to be with you, in every possible way.

You are my brightest star in the blue sky.
You are my ray of light.
You give me wings and I want to fly.
You are my eternal delight.

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Macedonian Poetry

Не те ни познавам

Толку блиску, а толку далеку
Толку исти, а толку различни
Ти си ми сродна душа
А не сум те ни запознала
Ги сакам твоите најдобри особини
А не сум ги видела твоите недостатоци
Не те ни познавам,
а љубов почувствував
Штом слика твоја погледнав
Сонувам за една наша средба во иднината
Да ме погледнеш директно во очите
И да речеш со насмевка на лицето
“ти си таа што ја чекам целиот мој живот”
Знам каде си сега
и посакувам да бидам и јас
Но немам покана да излезам
и да зачекорам по врелиот асфалт
Сакам да си мој
Да ми посветуваш песни
Мрдајќи ги усните во ритамот на музиката
и ударите на тапанот
Не те ни познавам,
а љубов чувствувам
Мрачен мој странецу
Осветли ми го патот на животот
Толку далеку, а толку блиску те чувствувам
А сепак,
не те ни познавам.

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Macedonian Poetry

Носталгија

Осамена стојам на крајот на светот
Со болка во душа, го вдишувам чадот
Мирисот на умрените животни
Во себе ја носам носталгијата кон дома
Претчувствувам лоши денови, злобни дни,
Катастрофални соништа, валкани сни
Чувствувам како полека се гушам,
Немам веќе осет до каде сум пропаднала
Во лепешките насекаде
Кои се шират наоколу
Како злобен насмев, како лош збор
Небото се стемнува
Комарците бараат свежа крв
Да остават рани на кожата на некое дете
Да ги пуштат да се чешаат до бесвест
Да немаат мир ни додека заспиваат
Слушам нечии гласови
Ете идат, да ме затворат во некој кафез
Или да ме остават да мечтаам по мојот дом.
Доме мој, јас те сакам
Далеку сум од тебе, таа болка ме јаде
Сакам да шетам низ моите соби
Да пијам вода од мојата чешма
Да јадам на мојата маса
Да сонувам на мојот кревет
Да спијам на мојата перница
Да газам по тепихот на мојот под.
Да живеам во мојот свет!

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