Best Chittagong Poems
Built in a Belfast shipyard
for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
flew the Southern Cross ensign,
down a slipway to the sea
launched afar by Her Majesty
Behold her pale eau de nil
green ‘n painted hull of grey,
at twenty knots her rate
twenty thousand tons aweigh.
On the seas a ship of fate
the world to circumnavigate
Yon the Empire far ‘n wide
from Southampton to Trinidad.
Where from ship to shore
off I waved goodbye as a lad,
till in the distance I saw
my home to be nevermore
Smoke from her aft funnel
into a big Caribbean sky blew,
then set a course westerly
by merchant captain ‘n crew.
And to each port ‘n quay
across the ocean carried me
I remember gazing in awe
up ‘n down her length ‘n beam,
at the mighty waves below
and how sea ‘n ship did gleam.
In canal gates under tow
winding our way lazy ‘n slow
Crossing the equator I saw
Davy Jones ‘n King Neptune
rising up out of the deep
‘neath a high December moon.
Till in safe passage ‘n keep
back to the depths they leap
Out on Oceania as a boy
in the lido deck pool I did dive.
The Southern Cross ‘n me
would our long voyage arrive,
on in all her hope ‘n glory
the grand old lady of the sea
On final Far East voyage
would alas be her swan song,
beached on a tidal seaway
sold ‘n scrapped in Chittagong.
A line flagship in her day
stripped bare where she lay
Written: May 2017
It was on board this ship nearly 50 years ago that me and my family left Trinidad bound for New Zealand - I was nearly 8 years old. We arrived on Christmas Day 1968 in Wellington (pictured) and a couple days later disembarked in Auckland. Built in the same shipyard as the Titanic in 1954, the SS Southern Cross had a far more fortuitous career transporting immigrants and pleasure seekers across the British Empire until her sad and final resting place in Chittagong, Bangladesh (pictured) where she ended her 50 years of service as the Ocean Breeze in a ship-breaking graveyard in 2004. She was the first passenger liner to be launched by a reigning monarch. Not a big ship by today's standards but as a boy to me she was huge - I thought she was magnificent. Still do.
Birth is not from sin but from the best love,
from the faithful love of two biological soul;
From the gushing liquid I'm as if an aquatic animal
Birth is not from the drop of Pacific Ocean
but from the drop depth more than that
This is I from the royal love,
from that love me and my soul
an animal of power of speaking,
holder of best conscience,
with six senses
I'm human
They make me Hindu, Buddhist, Jew, Christian, Muslim, Sikh
title me with any other name,
although from my birth I'm human,
the best shaped animal of God
Since then I learn what are taught to me
I build me on that path they teach to build
I learn sin or virtue how to teach me,
wickedness, virtuous, hatred, vengeance or love,
I learn the same as they teach me,
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the unknown time
I learn all in divided laws,
on the tone of faithfulness and unfaithfulness,
in the verse of belief and disbelief,
which are taught me from predecessors learning
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the Holy Scriptures
I learn that are taught to me from good or worse,
As pantomime doll I stay in mimicry
I learn from the holy Vedas, Jabur, Tawrat, Tripitaka,
The holy Injil, Qur'an, Granth Sahib….
Learn more from the Holy Scriptures
Because I'm human, I believe God
These teachings only for me among the whole created animals
To be best conscious creation
To be united animal, not to be divided follower!
When I look at other created animals
then I find they learn own-self for the essence of life
For them no need the Holy Scriptures
So, am I worse than the other creation of the world!
I learn which are taught to me
I learn everything but forget to teach myself
- March 26,2018 Chittagong
Beside Karnaphuli*,
Midst leafs of tree,
What am I looking for?
Who lives at far shore?
At night, in my room,
When I see empty pot,
And I see undressed cot,
I become heart-sick more.
Who lives at far shore?
Sometimes, in my sky,
I fly here and there.
Yea, this is my mother:
The best philosopher.
Karnaphuli*: the largest and most important river in Chittagong
(true)...
Leader
Ladder
Rider
Savior
Problem can solve leader as ladder
Nations trust this rider as savior
-August 09, 2018 Chittagong
Sing that hearty song;
Before forgetting the verse
Let it be enlightened
In the light of the everlasting sun
Integrate this flowery life;
Before the corpse decays
Let it be enlightened
In the light of the everlasting sun
Say- love you
Before the departure of the life sun
Let's dance at the estuary of coition
In the rejoicing happiness of creation
-17.11.2020 Chittagong
Nowadays
I'm in the shattered sighs
An insipid ink in the poetic realm
Unable to express in words to words
All green leaves lost in the abysmal thought
No south breeze vibrates the finger's pen
Page of every moment passes everything idly
Springtime of July in Bangla has come and go
No change didn't come to wake the languorous veins
Nothing is in my liking phase anymore really
Because exploring the mental health of politics in poetry.
©18th August, 2024
Chittagong
In the apathetic chest of grass
The open intercourse of autumn dew
Opening wings, the bees fly
With the beats of Rabindra Sangeet
Without moon in the neon lights
Fireflies sacrifice themselves happily
In the durable voices of Sarod
Say- Farewell marriage mortification!
Dull, silent torture cloister-
This mental disagreed matrimonial!
But let not be forbidden – the love,
Inamorata's smile, constant staring,
Let not be forbidden - the departure of the lover
And always happy memories of the old days
Yes, let be forbidden – noose of a lovelorn lover,
Loving moonlit tryst and the smiling of pity
-18.11.2020 Chittagong
Summer day; Chittagong, Bangladesh
Though there is no difficulty for the holy Fasting
The sun in its usual service
From our concrete life, global warming kidnaps jovial motion of the wind
Winter is far away from the spring
The hotness kills the charming face of the rebirth of love season
Warmest weather engraves its gravity
He was on the bed of illness for the old age disease
The sweat of working shades its drop from every pore of the skin
Tears and sweats merge align on moaning news
Wind in shocking; no tranquil breeze
No birds there are without urbane crows; cawing sounds
Tired leaves and tree in numbness
Karnafully River flows on lame
The path of the city wraps up the warmest dust
as if all are going on lament fully around of eyesight
In my hearing, a sound is ringing -
“No more he the pioneer of Sunniat in Bangladesh”
In my hand no knowledge to his great wisdom
In my heart no love as like as he has for the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)
In my eyes no taste and eager as like as he has for the holy Medina City
In my clothes has a trap of ego but he is free of any showing for the surrendered peace
Here I do not come but his love brings me onto his merciful knees of knowledge
Here I do not come but his politeness behavior fetches me onto his beautiful smiling
Here I do not come but his spiritual wisdom opens all door of love for me like recalcitrant spirit
O’ gone; you’ve gone on the scorching sunshine
but your spiritual face teaches me to live in love shrine
You’ve gone to keep behind me like a lover as an orphan
Tell me –how can I divide the love for the human
Love you; love you more
Certainly, God opens His merciful door
God will give you the place under the shadow of His throne
That’s why here I shut the eye door of meaningless moan
-May 13, 2019 Chattogram
An Oblation On Allam Nurul Monawar RA, Chittagon, Bangladesh
Green leaves give best life-
Human, insects, animals,
Earth gets peace in green.
-August 27, 2018 Chittagong
I've come-
no rose in hand, no tears;
with moaning heart
standing before your epitaph.
inside of me rain of tears are falling
but here you are buried within ashes.
Do you know the air has life!
Do you know the sunny ray has life!
Do you know the fire has life!
Do you know the ash has life!
Do you know the clay or sands has life!
Do you know there is no death in this world!
Do you know the epitaph has life!
Inside of my moaning tear is seeing you;
whispering you and telling me-
You are alive still with nature!
- August 01, 2018 Chittagong
Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the open-minded temple of your heart.
I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the petals of sunflowers, marigolds, and dahlias that are wet with drizzle,
In the vitality of flying migratory birds,
In the delightful ascending smoke of the distant mountain that blended into the sky
Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the natural touch of your love.
I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the fragrance of tuberose that floated in the pure moonlight of the night,
In the vertical attraction of the song sung in silence,
And at the call of the twinkling eyes with the stars in the generous ground of the sky.
Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live alone with you.
-10.12.2020 Chittagong
Speak lie if you like
Practise always without truth
You'll be rare truthful
-August 12, 2018 Chittagong
But I learn and oblige to learn
which are taught to me, how to teach me
From the divided Holy Scriptures;
which are followed our predecessors
the divisions lives in belief and disbelief,
No division is in ethics; in morality of daily life
and this alienated learning is only for me!
Because I'm human, the divided follower;
the best created animal; the supreme conscience;
the great meditated thoughtful human;
the best powered in speaking animal in this earth,
from that faithful love of biological soul
But I lost myself
in the greatest divided Holy Scriptures;
in the bangle of belief and disbelief;
in the holy separated verse,
And I forget my greatness;
forget that I'm from only one God;
forget that love from which I've taken birth,
from that love which has no form of divisions;
no form of hatred, vengeance;
From that love I've taken birth which has form of unity,
has great ecstatic mystic harmony;
from that love which only knows to be assembled in peaceful coalescence
and for the essence of daily life.
I learn which is taught to me
I learn everything but forget to learn myself
they teach me everything except the greatest truth that- "I am human."
- March 26,2018 Chittagong
As the essence of water
I am flowing over the entire world
I've power of over flowing
Absorbs me the sand;
Absorbs me the mud,
But I survive easily in them
I live long into them as vivacious life
The Fire burn all
But I can defeat them
With the power of cover
Hold the fire in my cold harbor
The air rules over me
Constrain me hither to thither
But I am everywhere staying as detectable
The air hidden into me as invisible
Wanted I am in dark!
I want to see the dark
But dark is not visible to me,
I want to hear but dark is not audible,
I want to feel it
But nothing I find to feel as constituent
I want to touch lonely,
Not even at this touching point
I am hopeless.
I want to devour it
Helpless I am also here,
Now I am coming on me-
To meditate on it
‘O failure chaser' the dark said-
‘You are a fool of sight,
Have no power in your eyes,
For the light of sun,
For the lit of moon,
For the burning brightness of fire
You see; you see all.'
‘O failure' the dark said-
‘There is no dark
I am the essence of your entity from the beginning
You are raw existence of the genesis
Open you inner eyesight; look there is no dark,
What you do not see that is for your absent of inner eyesight! ‘
- March 04,2018 Chittagong
Amtol, Reazuddin Bazar, Chittagong
with a simple dressing up
slimy beauty she was before me
busy in Eid shopping
she was seeking something best for her
for celebrating the Eid near
I was walking by behind
as if it was gravitational power
but I couldn't tell, "You look simply beautiful."
cause I was modest in character
- Sunday, June 9, 2019 Chattogram