And make noise
You catch and scold only
And make noise
You catch and scold only
Face is the mirror of the soulLiterature is the face of the society as a wholeOh! Mirror, you have to reflect me as it is your goal.But why do you really fail to show my soul?Whatever I doIn front of youYou do that dittoIf I lit a cigar, you lit too without nitto.Even you can…
একটি মন খারাপের আর একটি মন খারাপনা চাইতেই পেলাম একটি বেদনার ইমারত,লিখিব কি আর ভালোবাসা বা প্রেমের কবিতা?কেননা কষ্টের কবিতা আমি লিখতে চাই নাযদিও সে গুলি ছিল আমার আগুন দিয়ে শেখাতবু বুজেছি জীবন মানে কিন্তু বিষণ্ণতা না,তারা করুক যারা করছে আজ অত্যাচার বর্বরতাকেননা তারা শক্তিতে বড়ই দুর্বল বা কমজোরপ্রতিশোধ তাদের কাছে একটি শব্দ, এক রঙা…
InflatingTo life ……Leaked!The airIs outDeflatedTo death.The difference ofLife and non-lifeNo one can createNone can controlPeople say, it is the soul
As I know they are driven by strong emotionsAnd their every act is politically motivatedUnder each and every spreading handThey hide their vested interest‘’How? ’’ Ask me not,Ask the Greek, the great‘’Are you all self sufficient? ’’Exactly not,Ask the trees they will teach you a lot,As I look to the sky and learn how to…
Sways in the gust of wind.A little bird with beautifulfeathers sings a song ofhope in the ocean of difficultiesColourful flowers pop outIn the sands of hot desert,A little drop of springflutters their broken petalsTo rain the light of hopeIn the paradise of adversaries
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…
They follow you all over
You want to leave behind,
But the painful ones,
And no matter,
How hard you try,
There are thing of which,
You’ll never be getting over.
The Soul’s confession,Can’t through it off!It’s like a desperate obsession,Each day, you want and feel more,Annoying procession,That ads up your score
Like no other,For the conscience, to bother,The mind to jolt,Awaken the soul,Make us grow,And even guide us,From one shore to another.
Where all living beautyAnd endless possibilitiesExist,But where the impossibleIs sadly, embodiedBy a pen less and closedFist.
What I read, askance,Give out complements,Like false peppermint scent,Giving praise, I never meant.Sincerity is not temerity,It’s part of a poet’s heart,Poetry is much too sacred,To lie about it and tear it apart.Be as it may,A critic, I am not,Selfishly, what touches me,Is what, I’ll keep in heart.
Convert complicated to plain,All in vain,Surrounded by Theories,Or the mutterings of the insane,We live in constant Fog,With or without drugs,That certainly disrupt,Our ‘thinking’ brain,Plagued,By our erratic actions,Never explained.
Just the way you are today,Even though you would not stay,You have blessed me with your light,Taken me to Love’s new height.Twinkle, twinkle my Love Star,Even though you are so far,Love is nothing you can see,Yet it shines on, endlessly!
Ever in motion, never at rest
The sneaking invaders of the quiet
An ocean in a drop of water
The Cosmos in a speck of dust
A divine spark in every being
To make winter rugs
A portrait, I drew,Blew into it the breath of life,Lo! There it stays my Masterpiece
A hard nut to crack!An Ocean Deep with swirls and twists! !Has anyone seen it in length and breadth?Has it ever taken the course we designed?Like the travellers within a Phantom ship,We sail past to far unknown lands.Through rugged waves, we drift along,Either to perish or to be cast ashore.So elusive, Life remains,Like the mirage…
She said offended.At once he defended,‘Still it can greatly tickle’
All night you were with meAnd in love’s uncharted land, we roamedYou sang to me sweet rhymes of loveEchoing the lore of romantic loversYour voice choked and moist with passionOverwhelming me with an ecstasy so rareYou fondled me with infinite tendernessOpening in me all inlets of pleasureOur hearts with divine furore, filledAnd we knew love’s…
Attempting to lift the weight,Oops…he lost his gait.Flat under the load, he moaned, ‘I am done’
In Poetry they find
They’re very flow
Like the rivers,
To the Sea must go
So poetry is written
And knows, it must
To the heart
But come directly
From the soul,
That shines with
For all that lives
And all above,
In undiscovered skies
That give the Universe
Such a mysterious splendor,
As hearts and minds
In search of
But the more you thinkIndependentlyThe more you are despised.Sad but true,Ignorance is not new.
But write,Giving WordsMuch more meaningColor and exuberanceThan they alreadyMay have,Thus, the poet shinesReaches high, flies,Skies of HeavenNever dies,Projecting feelings,Understanding,That traverse,The mysteries,Yet untoldBut that live onThru Verse.
Like a ton of bricks,And you realizeToo late,How to guide your lifeAnd avoid ‘all free’And stupid, risks.
And want you always by my side,I know you understand,You also know that Love is All,Not just a footprint in the sand,I know you understand,That at the same time,Love hurts and can be weak,Held together by a mere strand,Of Passion, that is grand,That fills the heart,Your life and your land,But that must be taken care…
Then, Worlds would collide,Mountains would slide,Oceans would peak,Star would shatter!And yet,For a love like thisIt wouldn’t even matter,For our love would be,The only existing reality.
The hand stops feeling,But more the heart,Finally wakened, to realizeThat all that matters,Is how you Lie!
To be tried
Wait a minute,
Not so fast
If you fake it
It won’t sell
And now we’re All Kaput,Like that German marching Boot!
In present world of anxietyYou flow, you calm,You flower, Peace,You speak of Love,And pain you easeOf lonely hearts,Blessings don’t cease,Beautiful watersWho can resist,The deep felt callingOf your mysterious mist.Beautiful River,Dear Poetry,Please flow forever,In sanctity,Cleansing the souls,Opening minds,Leaving all hate,Far, far behind,Inspiring,The best in us,A friend to have,From dawn to dusk.
Or be falsely accusedBe persecuted by others,And Forced into servitude.There is enough human tragedyWithout causing more,I did forget to mentionWhat I hate most of allIs War!Destructive and detrimentalNot what we were put here forWill we ever come togetherIn love and peaceful song,Will we ever stop doingWhat is so sinful,So inhumanly, bad and wrong?
Elevate the spiritThat is free,Give us wingsOf beauty, kindness tooLike miracles of inner lightThat are born in me and you, .Let Poetry give Life,That special toneReaching soul,Dispersing, frightKnowing that LoveHas stronger, might.Than all the evil,That we ever fight.Poetry,A symphony of words,Treasures that belong to AllCelestial music, beauty’s call,Won’t disappear, or even stallFirst literary words,The world…
Getting ready to fool,And talk to trained seals,That will grunt and applaud,The fish dangled in front,Of their dull minds and eyes,Thinking it will be,Their next promised meal,But the fish is secure,In the Corruption Machine,They’re only running,To get more and more,And the dumb applauding seals,Cannot even shop,At the Machine’s Profit Store.
It also brings on,Feelings, ColorsEmotionalPeaks,I don’t thinkThere ever wasAnything thatCould do That,And at the same time,Be, so evocatively,Sweet.
Go into Poetry,
So few are happy moments,
The rest are painful memories
That cut you like a knife,
So, can reading, writing poetry
Really help you stay alive?
Poetry should not beThat way,As clear as a bell,Truthful and fair,Poetry’s virginal togaShould reflect the beauty,Of the innocent at heartNot take partIn what can harm others,Poetry should be an example,Of fairness and kindnessAmongst all human brothers.
In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.
Come togetherAnd sometimes, it even pays off,Thru certain dear hearts and friendsYou’re encouraged by Them,And not always thought ofAs a useless stickThat the wind and life, bend.
Of fighting the wrongsThat in our fragile livesAccumulate, in burdensomeAmounts!Will I stillHave the strengthTo write out,DoubtsThat never endThat renew, ThemselvesWith new trendsDown old bendsFlirting with Life’sUncertain Road?That will tortureAnd closeFurther openingsOf truth and light.Doubts,That strangle hopeAnd open roadsTo pain,Because so muchEvilIn this worldCan still beCarried outAnd foughtIn vain,As HistoryRepeats itselfTime after TimeOver and Over,Again!
As many Mysteries,As Spheres,That turn aroundWithout colliding,While we wonder,Who conductsTheir silent gears?But the biggestMysteries of allAre,Love and Life,For we know notWhatThe Miracle of LoveIs all about,Nor what we’re,Doing here,As life,Goes in and outFrom this,Our blessed, Sphere.
Where they live their perfect hoursThat no Times can tear apart.Politicians in polluted Leaning Towers,Where they fidget, ‘work’ and cower,Thinking up, how to keep Power,And enslave the human heart.