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Somewhere there might have an ocean that I haven’t seen!
Somewhere there might have a tune of soul that I couldn’t hear!
I’m going and going if somewhere long far away!
I’m watching and watching if everything is wrong enough!
I’m not afraid of saying though, “I’m a Human”!
I become failed to know “You are not mine”!
The waiting of your soul for me at tomorrow,
By thinking the memories of you, why I couldn’t sleep yesterday,
Everything is one kind of Resembling Soul!
Imaginary Crying at the door of our hearts!
You would have known though, I am still enough better than you!
Even though, I become drunk when I drink the wine,
Even though, I feel happiness when I take the marijuana!
You might have become a sparrow, what does it come and go?
I might have lost my Nest, what loses does remain?
That sky that is also yours,
Those rivers that will also give me water.
You haven’t even learnt to say, “You love you”!
“You love me”, is it so easy to say?
Somewhere there might have an ocean that I haven’t seen!
Somewhere there might have a tune of soul that I couldn’t hear!
I’m going and going if somewhere long far away!
I’m watching and watching if everything is wrong enough!
I’m not afraid of saying though, “I’m a Human”!
I become failed to know “You are not mine”!
The waiting of your soul for me at tomorrow,
By thinking the memories of you, why I couldn’t sleep yesterday,
Everything is one kind of Resembling Soul!
Imaginary Crying at the door of our hearts!
You would have known though, I am still enough better than you!
Even though, I become drunk when I drink the wine,
Even though, I feel happiness when I take the marijuana!
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July 2, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
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To cry I’ll be able to make
How many people
After my death?
Who are they?
What are they of mine today?
Did I love them?
Did I do for them?
Why they would cry?
Did I cry?
For why? For whom?
Yes, I’m dying soon.
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May 3, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh
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Endless life, extreme little time though!
At these days-
Breaking down comes at the belief of the after death!
After doing this, that & all; it is meant-
Haven’t found me myself!
My dream, my veiling,
My past, present, this notebook of the poems...
All are faded one day in the womb of the time;
And, I myself too!
I’ve got the birth in a sudden though!
And, the Death! Untamable! Nothing is to be done for it...!
How you cry saying Love, Love & Love so much...
What does belong there for your wants & getting?
The life that wants to get everyday, will be been for short days,
The life that wants to give tomorrow, will be been for thousand years.
A little some tiresome...
Is running behind as the Arab horse,
I’ve been running at the circumambulation of the history.
In this wheel of mine, I’m a circular man.
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March 10, 2010
Kallyanpur, Dhaka-1207
Bangladesh
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I asked who am I, my name?
You answered not in the same.
To you whom I loved,
You looked for your gains a lot.
Hearts forgot their Hearts,
I watched the faiths you got.
And, my dreams did die,
And, I used to cry.
Though, I sang songs were new,
You played your tools with you.
No, I didn’t know-
The last of the beginning,
No, I didn’t know-
How you were thinking.
Yes, I was None but One,
Yes, you were Some but None.
Please, kill me dear now,
I can’t have our lives anyhow.
To live these lives with try
I’m too tired to die.
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June 09, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
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Who talks with me in me?
Who says me to do?
Who sends me this life?
Who knows me I’m you?
Can’t think my thoughts,
It always comes!
Can’t dream my dreams,
As they used to come!
I get what I got!
I lost what I lost,
I talked what you taught,
I hope what is not lot!
Poems do cry,
How the poets do sing!
Verses do live,
How lives are living!
I would go any day
Where my father had gone!
He had died long before
I’m going to that man.
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June 21, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
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Birth, Time; The World!
I have got a long life with a dog-eared corpse.
Explicit heart has not exposed by the verses of the poems!
In the paralyzed residing I can’t go in front of me,
I can’t return to the back of mine!
I hear the vigilance of existence with the unbelievable truth.
I have been created from the globule of subsistence.
I have enchanted many by self-centeredness!
I couldn’t establish the exemplary of gratitude!
And,
I don’t see by seeing how the fire is created from the green trees!
I don’t understand by understanding what might be as like that skies and earth!
Determination breaks down-
To be returned to the purity of the ultimate.
How many days will I be like this?
To whom all the rights belonged,
Will I be able to go towards him at any time!
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June 19, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
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Life is nothing but a name, watching many things since many days
Love is something that never belongs in times
You are someone who is always you
I am a poet who do not know why do other poets write
Look! The creator himself is a child
Why he creates, he doesn’t know!
We are the beings- live to live
And, stomach is the creator of our civilization
Poetry is nothing but showing some proud
Fame is nothing but war against all, and won
Songs are sung not to sing by the others without him
Plays are performed to show them- they are the best
Everything is going on everyday with many buts...
Something is going on as we and our thoughts
May be- I am something, May be- you are everything
May I will die and you will live long
I will not write any poems from now
I saw- my beloved eyes have become as dark as the night
I know- I can’t grow crops with the verses of my poem
I know- something, everything and nothing will forget me
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June 29, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh
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Still I want, still I want, still I want!
If I get a life after death,
Because of dropping you
If I ought to drop myself;
I want and want
You, be mine.
If the cloud has gone
The sky becomes alone,
If the water has dried up
The river becomes lands of sands,
If the songs have been over
Birds become the crows of your farm,
Even if, it happens like that-
The great void has been missed
Into another great void, unknown,
I do want and want only you!
If, I get a life after death,
And if, it would take place like that
I’ll not get you here anymore,
I’ll take birth again,
I’ll give me a birth.
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June 18, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
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A pond is far away from a pond.
A river and a river-
The distance between them is not so fewer.
The distance between an ocean and an ocean is like the friendship,
Not so far-off.
Are we so? Aren’t we?
The Birth, the Death, the Time, and the Distance of Life
We do not know them.
There are thousands of identities at the means of our dealings.
Today, tomorrow and the past...
One day, we, all, are picture frame.
... Our memories are not frames,
They are the imaginary picture lines at the door of our hearts.
‘Love’ & ‘Loving’ are the two words
They are the dreams of wisdom & accepting.
We have survived, so, we were lived.
We will have lived, because-
We are either someone or somebody of ours.
And, your birthday means to me-
I’ll remember you after Death.
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September 25, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
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