From my Hillview home beside the Ruby Gate,
I watched the blood moon rise,
its red fire spilling across the Bay of Bengal.
The sea turned into a vast mirror of flame,
the mountains stood hushed,
their green shoulders brushed by crimson light.
Karnaphuli flowed like a molten ribbon,
carrying whispers of old songs to the shore.
Not alone on the hill,
I felt the city breathing beneath me,
yet only the moon kept me company.
Its scarlet face leaned close,
as if the heavens bent toward Chittagong.
In that hour,
I was both witness and keeper of the glow.
And with my brother Shimul by my side,
We sealed the night in memory, unforgettable and wide
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
Everything to come
Will go out of reach
Maybe one day everything will be exhausted,
Will decay slowly
The floors will continue to move towards the bottomless floor
Looking in the direction of the horizon
will take as a name of indeterminate sky or emptiness
Existing bodies will be dead or rejected willingly
Everything will be destroyed by an unheard order,
maybe in the name of resurrection
After that ...........
10.02.2021 Chittagong
I saw the golden morning fly away
Holding the eagle's wings just around noon
The warmth of the afternoon touches my reflection
And running in the lap of the falling afternoon
The silver afternoon is drawing patterns of twilight
In the immortality of contented nature
I am in my idol in downright darkness
in the tide of existence that is mortal land of sand, cement, and gravel
Painting a shameless political red stain on the translucent grassy canvas
Still, I stand like an iron skeleton
-18.12.2020 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
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
In the full-moon milky bath, in stern meditation
I've seen you in the devotion of Mahadev Shiva
I do not hear the cry of the mountain
I see only that falling fountain
Flower petals of innumerable colors
I don't know which scent is for which color
Your smile, your tears, your prayers
I don't know which one I'm in for
In the tears of chanting and in the blissful enjoyment
I desire you only to make this life colorful
-16.11.2020 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
I'm emotional
To you all my likings
One of the insane character
In the scriptures of love, I am ignorant
In the comprehension of love, I am a constant failure learner
Your affectionate smile, your shy look,
The obscure ripples of the lips pair
Kills me over and over again
At the center of this fascinated emotion
When I look back at the moonlight
It illuminates the world with your beauty
In the words of the morning hymn,
in the verse of the song, in the stanza of the poem
Hither, thither, everywhere I find your name
of the blooming flowers in the garden
In every petal, I get your engraved name
The alphabet of all the languages of the world
Just write your name in my heart
I am insane in you, I am the Farhad of that Shirin
Forgetting himself who was only mad at Shirin
I can only see wherever I look
A reflection of your precious mysterious colors
I- not anymore myself
Tell me, who am I?
10.11.2020 Chittagong
I am not abstract shapeless
I’ve shape, born in the human body
You can draw me also
Without seeing, in imaginative structure
Although it’ll not be exactly to see
Yet you can draw with conceivable meditation
In the decorations of the scenery you can give
The shadow of the universal nature
In my shaped canvas
You can give all colors by poetic words
I am not a saint in the meditation of amorphous almighty
Though I am; yet, won't be disappeared this humanoid
02.11.2020 Chittagong
Where?
When did you get me fully?
I was just like before
Still, I am the same
In the sacrifice of love, I gave you
Myself, my whole being
But at the end of your thirsty lustful enjoyment
I got my whole being completely
Except one only
I, it's the library, filled to the brim
And you had savored only Kamashastra by yearning!
Sorry!
I could not take possession of you also
You are plentiful also
You are the one who is full of natural beauty
In every part of your sacrifice
was crowded the poetic stanzas
but only one was enough to satisfy my shameless desire
You, the treasure of poetry, the unreachable godlike roots
And I have enjoyed only stanzas of passionate limbs
However, after all these enjoyments
are we not complete?
29.10.2020 Chittagong
I also feel the pain, I feel sorry
When I am forced to hate someone,
I live in the heart of happiness
When I love and get love from all,
Because I'm human
I have a conscience
I have the power to judge myself
I am not the angels
Those who were created only to do
what they are commanded,
They are just a natural robot!
They have not the conscience, intellect, and feelings
I am not the prophets or the messengers
Those who came or those who were created
only to preach the message that has been taught to them
Although, the messages are frictional with the before and after!
They are also the robot without conscience
I am not God or Creator
Even though He is omnipotent
He wants to take revenge
From those creations (weak)who disobey Him
I am just human
My religion, beliefs, cultures,
The principles of life and death
Everything is my free-spirited conscience,
I have a conscience
I have a good sense of justice
20.10.2020 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
Of Scripture!
Oh! The blind text, Sire!
Leave it far
Stay free in this bar,
In living treasure.
Come and love frankly
Everyone and everything
For the sake of God
This world for you and for me
God created equally.
-October 14, 2018 Chittagong
O' Love your beautiful eyes
say -“Dear, no more sleep; stare me;
I am the beauty of world.”
Yes, you are beauty.
-October 11, 2018 Chittagong
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