Sitting on a chair

After being burnt from the timeA cigarette lighted with fireAnd love with desireSo smoking is injuriousBut love is notAs it burns till deathIn pleasure, in delightWhereas smoking ends up at buttAfter being puffed up with smoke and light.

How sweet it is that I am with youBe it Islam, Christianity, Hinduism or BuddhismNo heck to distinguish any one from the othersThey are the same weed of the same soilEating up the crop of humanityBut what about nationalism and its product the nationalistsThey are not less criminals when they go to kill millionsIn the…

And it was beside a huge crossWhere thoughts never intersectThere I used to meet with miseryTo pursue her not to follow meAs I was neither handsomeNor was I shiny like a coinRather I was a man full of ignoranceThen came the day unexpectedlyA violent storm rose insideAnd I was right under its eyeBeing shaken from…

In the abyssA crone lies in the dark, pitchMystery of the mysteriesNo mind over there ever reachedMother of all curiositiesLower of the lowestSad of the saddest waveUnparalleled taste of the bustBrighter than the brightestNo heart over there ever reachedIn the zenithA beautiful fairy residesWonder and surprisesHigher than the highestJoy and delightI know both of themJoy…

I secretly bloomed at midnight for youTo fly with my fairy wings into your heartIn sweet tune when rain came as dewI swayed in joy as wind sang in melodyYou may take me as your love like other fewBut I am rose, like fresh blood I drew the color redSoft with petals but like nails…

Waiting for the entry to the showOf blitz, glamour and corruption.The first rows are for the VIPsThe middle ones are for the sycophantsAs I am neither of themSo my row is the last one.Front line is for the hypocritesMiddle ones are for the toutsAs I am neither of themSo my line is at the end.I…

Zigzag flight fromOne flower to anotherSymbol of love and marriageIn the distant landOn the yonder bankOf the never rested riverIn the destitute cottageThe widow and her daughterWaiting for your auspicious stepOn their opened doorBut I longing for two livesAs I fed up with thisCapricious lifeFull of coincidenceI bleed in two hornsAs my fate is madeNot…

ক- দিয়ে কতকগুলি অপরিচিত কঠিন শব্দবি- দিয়ে বিছিয়ে দেয় সেগুলি পাতার উপরতারপর বসে পড়ে মুরগীর মতনআর দিতে থাকে একনাগাড়ে তাযা বেড়িয়ে আসে তাতো মুরগীর ছানা নয়আস্ত এক ঘোড়ার ডিম ।

Killing an innocent man is killing the entire humanityBe it in a terrorist act or in an action of a warBoth the soldier and the terroristTo a person have the same meaning under attackDeath could not be defined differentlyAccording to race or nationsDeath is a deathAnd it always ends up in loss and devastationThe wise…

And they appeared only in two coloursEither in black or whiteVery unromantic, unfunny and dryThe meanings of hints and signs I used to take straightAs I knew not any zigzag waysA true zombieSpade a spade in approachAn innocent gullibleEasily deceived by the face valuesUntil I met suddenlyWith twist in the gullyMy first girl friend with…

For a dropOf justiceIn returnHe gives me backMy own faceHiding what I holdIn my headThe images of loveAnd its sorrowAnd painIn my distressI sought help from my shadowHe follows meEverywhereCopy me in dittoBut cunningly he concealsThe fire and the colourOf its flameLighted byThe drizzling rainAnd the melodiousThunderAfter being dejectedBy the above twoAnd being a bitTuckered…

Yet the shedding of bloodIs the rich man’s headache…And what of the poor man’s justice?In truth, water is too coolTo bring forth your anguish!Fire is the only solution!Drink fire to end your injustice.Silence is each lover’s desire,Yet the poor man’s unbearable pain.Making a din is the only right choiceTo put forth your final demand.Dew is…

To sell me out, the single pieceWith an exorbitant priceTo create a huge demandMy creator consciously made me a single pieceComparisonlessness is my inherent valueThe owner shouts in his trade cryI had never been born beforeNor will be made againSecond piece is a copyThe trader shouts in his trade cryI am his proud creationAnd love…

Ali, the son of Abu talib, saysIt’s a going on journey thoughPeople may not feel itLike the way they do not knowAnything what happens around themWhen they are in deep sleep.

Is not the spread of handsNor the kind wordsNor the toxic smileThough these have usefulnessYet will say it is not sufficeThe sack must have a headAnd the head ought to contain knowledge.

Handle it with much careThe source of angerThe creator of ‘’sin’’And the problem makerWhen ‘’I ‘’ is put between‘’s’’ and ‘’n’’.Replace ‘’I ‘’ with ‘’u’’And see with wonderHow the culprit turns into a ‘sun’Guiding you and providing light on the pathYou wish to tread upon.

Love moans a groan!

Less than a gust of windI know who I amI am coolLess than ice more than rainI know how to contain myselfAnd fall upon everythingTo glitter more than goldAnd to reflect less than diamondBut when I wish I fly to the heightNo birds can reachI know who I amI am coolLive a subtle lifeSitting upon…