I knew that the water I saw was a mirage.
Unfathomable depths seemed shallow when measured.
This is a world where facts and fancies camouflage
Within wombs of empty tombs, riches are treasured.
The sketch that looked like a wall was, in truth, a pole.
Beasts that dined on guavas at night weren't crows but bats.
My crammed glance makes the earth resemble a ball
I pause and cut short my tours, confronting black cats.
Peeping through the holes of Qutab Minar, I faint.
Shouldn't I reach the top? Should I simply go back?
With colours of likes and dislikes my walls I paint.
With burdens of pessimism, my corridors crack.
Are these angels I find herein mere illusions?
Are these candours that have been tested, delusions?
Categories:
minar, conflict, confusion,
Form: Sonnet
It's late, lo. I knew that the water I saw was mirage.
This is a world where, often, facts and fancies camouflage
Depths that seem unfathomable are shallow when measured.
Within wombs of tombs that seem empty, riches are treasured.
The structure that looked like a passage was, in truth, a wall.
Doesn’t my crammed glance make the earth resemble a ball?
How could crows dine guavas at night? Lo, they were mega-bats.
Waiting under guava trees, I didn't know, were black cats.
Peeping through the brick holes of Kutab Minar, I feel giddy.
While I could reach the top, are the stairs now playing kiddy?
Each move of being is filled with likes, dislikes, dreads, and fears.
Equally in joys and sadness, as though raindrops flow tears
Running shoes, highway lanes, sleepless sleep, and suppressing thoughts
Each act, as though steering sailboats, becomes threads full of knots.
Is this shop I find between this and this bush mere confusion?
Aren't facts of truth tested in hot furnaces of illusion?
Categories:
minar, confusion, life,
Form: Rhyme
Yahweh selects the weak; wasn't he, yet, strong like iron?
Like a daylily, he exposed himself before the Lord.
His flesh was weak; didn't he, yet, fight wars like a lion?
He, as a poet, proved his word was sharper than his sword.
Which poem on earth could be greater than the smallest psalm?
We try to add notations to his great composition.
His failures, to his very self and others, did bring harm.
Didn't God Yahweh allow him to face competition?
His mind changed, like his vague vegetable and fruit salads.
His ethics, like the Indian Qutub Minar, stood firm.
His greatness lies in obeying God's will amidst all hazards.
He did, in each of his thoughts, words, and actions, Yaheh's term
Did he fulfil all that was said about him? I don't know.
David went, I see, doing well as far as he could go.
Categories:
minar, life,
Form: Sonnet
Dar o dewar hila day
Meray minar gira day
Mujhay mukti dila day.
Categories:
minar, adventure, freedom, pashto, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
Sta soda qutab minaar
Gat size ready tayar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Dair ghat mota hathyar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Mata honey moon pkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar
Please yao franchise darkaar
Sta soda qutab minaar..
Categories:
minar, irony, metaphor, pashto, passion,
Form: Rhyme
I
come all through
year
before the
dawn
sun rising
this is path
for the remembrance
with flowers
they all died for us,
mother tongue
for country peoples
I'm independent
today none can force to speak
in another tongue
this small flower oblation
from me for honor
though they did great for us all
from that nineteen fifty two
the Shahid Minar standing in heart
with revered love for martyr
to remind value of mother tongue
Twenty First February
comes as the Int. Mother Language Day
-February 20,2020 Chattogram
****
note
The idea to celebrate International Mother Language Day was the initiative of Bangladesh. In Bangladesh 21 February is the anniversary of the day when Bangladeshis fought for recognition for the Bangla language
Syllabic Form as below-
1+3+1
3+1+3
3+5+3
5+3+5
5+7+5
7+5+7
7+9+7
9+7+9
Categories:
minar, language, mother,
Form: Haiku
KUTUB MINAR
A
Line
Upright
Reminds
A slave
A king
A court
Witness
Intrigues
Pitying
Avariced
Thrusts
Miseried
Minions
Staring
Baring
Nothing
Form: Shape
LOTUS TEMPLE
Peacock
Park.Touching turf.
Gem afloat flowing grace
A pinnacle. Where is the prince.
Claustrophobic confines open out now
Opened up. What vibrant white trance.
I turn a clairvoyant
I’m everywhere
Peace, peace
Form: Rictameter
For Catie Lindsey's contest.
Categories:
minar, history,
Form: Shape