COLOR OF ROSE (poems)

COLOR OF ROSE

Once the rose had nothing

Only an existence not having

Separate entity

No flower was of this name

And then some one with love

Put it to the bulk of hair

And the rose is then

Filled in with smell

May be none knows of it

That the rose had no color

And then with love some one

Give it to his fiancé’s hands

And so surprising

The petals and leafs had color

When the turmoil in love came

The horn came to rose

And haunted the heart crucially.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL

(NEVER HAD I TALK TO HER)

Glance without stop I had

Superb, moonlighted damsel

Am I sustained loss

To some extent;

The soft girl

The body covered with

Package of beauty

A little regret I had

So near, but not seen

Feels to tell you

That so near I am to you

Side by side and with generosity

No, not need to love

Only a state

Stare to me once

Tell me at least once

But nothing is done

Tired body

And to the room I came

Feel some good

Some not good, bad

Or a middle of both feeling

Your eyes, soft stare

Have meaning or no

Of my aggrieved love

Am I bewildered

In the air without movement?

Passed moment

Time and long time to think you

The unlimited beauty you have

In your chin, the end of dress

Wide legs like lotus leaf;

May be you were a bit hesitation

Or may not be at all

Surely the eyes of unknown

Have not embarrassed you;

Awaiting being deprived of hope yet

No scope to express

As no reason is not there

How much shameless

A man can, when he is

Not attacked with illness

Heart does not bears limitation

Breaks barrier again and again

The mind wants your attachment

To stand face to face

To you the most beautiful girl

The world’s most beautiful damsel

Delighted I became

Seeing me to your shadow

My mind bells like pot

With enchanting sound

But you are not there

I remain out of look

In your sharp eyes

While the moment of leaving

Oh! Its a sorrow

I have never talked

To the most beautiful girl ever.

THE SONG OF SORROWS

Human body, dream, inner concept

And everything of the dream

Walks and some sees back

Walks again leaving lots of sorrows

The body of sorrow

Taking on to the lap

Walks hither and thither

The roses are downtrodden under feet

Walking throughout the night

The traveller is tired

And yet walks again

And again hears the urban sound

Like an wound bird

Walking we are also

With soft heart bearing sorrow

All young driven with sorrow

Yet the amazing song

To go back again

To the resort of decoration.

LOAD OF THE LOST MEMORY

Thou me that great man

The enchanting hears of women

Awaits for whom for decades.

Thou me the great man

To call me as father

Many daughters are waiting

Proceeding hands to the heaven door

And the sons

To call me father

Wants my succession

To the world of heroes

Thou me that great man

For whom in the speed of time

The nation waits for times eternal

They want to see only me

To the centre of thousands

With delighted call

Thou me that great man

A dream flower Vass is kept

For me slowly in the resort of existence

And beyond knowledge

A golden tree is grown slowly

Thou me that great man

A front forwarding sacred boat

Dazzles of the planets

Blessed with love of thousands

And enormous mercy from the creator

And that in the light of stars

By the sides of road row of trees

That remains in the reach of sight

Thou me that great man

And my existence is as ice cold happiness

Lived in affection of sister

Being pride of mother and father also

Thou me that great man

Who is discussed in the crowd of the city

Thou me the red, blue, green and yellow

Light and me the in animate materials

Having influence more of technology

As I overcome the technique

Thou me that great man

Being the body of love afflicted lips

Of girl remains in touch  window grills

Of the upper stair of the residence

Thou me that great man

Time and space bows to whom

All the prides

Joined the outfall of  rivers

And I am the Irresistible flow

In the source of the same

I am the tide with crash of lust

Flaming fire in front of mouth

I am the delighted bee lightened

And I am the attraction detraction

And that grows in the first love

I am mixed of black and cuckoo

Mountain, field wide

Grass and air and sky

Thou me that great man

That fire never touches him

And to the flood and epidemic

Never been his existence neglected

I am sustained and changing

And advance to the first and fail

An easy answer to before

Thousands of questions

To say the true

I am the evolution

Thou me that great man

Touching whom the seasons

Get their pride

The cold becomes more cold

And the heat of the forest conflagration

Never makes him tired

Thou me that great man

Never the world was embarrassed

With whom and me that great man

Crowd to touch his hands

Thousands of eyes are to him beloved

Thou me that great man

Rose has never touched in shame

No sin to him he thinks

And waiting for the heaven

Fulfilling the pot of virtue

Thou me that great man

Who makes an assimilation

Of verses and black cats in one yarn

And all the complex glands of life

Week to him with their innate shame.

CONFESSION

Much more than

The reach of your touch

Much more wide than your idea

Whom you nourished

And now gone out of reach

With your loving touch

Love! so complex a chemical

That makes the neglected great

Don’t you be surprised?

Don’t you feel much attachment

When you see

Head of a young man

Is on the high of all and that is

with your beauty, life, touch and smell

On the head is sky, stars

Blue of the every where

Leaving all those

The proud head tells only to you

Love still now

May be more than before

And you are responsible for it

So I want to give you

The price of love

How to pay the price of love?

No question

Understand only seeing my obliged face

That I am your obedient.

FORGIVE HAVE KINDNESS

If after leaving the bed any day

In the morning you are to my door

And standing

Very silently I shall be to you

And take all complaints

With an abstract glance

Without hesitation your hand

In proceed I shall take

To my hands

And that day in the soft morning

When tears in my eyes

Like dew on the grass

And that will fall in your mind

If Think

I know how to love

Then have some kindness

And forgive me.

INDULGENCE IN SPRING

Give your hands to my hands

Simple, no hesitation, snow white

Showered with moon light

A piece of weightless substance

Of life

Light hands of you

Like lemon leaves

But with strong wind in

And so the windows of existence

Have been opened

Washed with powered moonlight

Your body is like white rap

And I keep my eyes

Up to the limit of sight

It makes not in arrange

Like the silvery stars

I lost my memory

The luxury of spring

Without love.

ONLY YOU ARE NOT THERE

This is nothing new

The enmity with you

Like the drying red rose

In flower Vass on the table

The conflict, quarrel and anger

Of whole life, debate

Not concluded all remains

To loss you and to make you sorry

Or to make you defeated

With number of hits

A piece of untold feelings

A piece of black cloud, gloomy air

In small rounds at the heart

Only to suck the essence of retaliation

War with you continues

day-night, night-day

Moving like a river

That flows with never stop

So skill practice I had

To throw an arrow aimless

I have conflict with you only

And that to sustain you loss

But in the dark I search

I have anger, anguish, grieve

Only you are not there.

NO ATTACHMENT

Nothing you will get calling me

I shall never touch

The hands of a damsel

Offended I am, strongly offended

And you are laughing and thinking

This will be melted like ice

Let the night be deep

All the disobedience strong

Will wipe out like camphor

But not it is true for day

At least, may be had once

The wall of passion

Broke once again and again

And the time was like this

You won the time.

But today I have owned

No hope for you

In this tremendous game

My life is on the poison pot

And see the undefeated

Me at the fallen on ground.

STANDING ON THE DEFEATED LAND

Know thy, the place where I am standing

Just at that place I was defeated.

Oh! What a bare defeat it was

All my body trembles when think

Not this is part of history

The sad appearance of my father

The ill time of loss and being destitute

That twenty years of defeat

I can not forget even

All were the diary of helplessness

And me now standing

On the desired platform

Having lots of light around me

Nothing will happen

If anybody does not care me

It’s a different taste of life in full

Star dazzles in the eyes of damsels

Who does not want an attractive male

Never the winner has the gloomy face

Not even when the moonlight is sharp.

SOUNDSLESS EXISTENCE OF YOU LIKE DEW

White milk colored girl

Remaining in the existence

Of feeling in me

The sweat like diamond

At the end of chin

And some more

At the end of below nose

How far the man will go

You had been worried for this

So you can’t pick rose bud

With your milk white hand

You had never been beyond hesitation

Always defeating to the life

The weight of love

Unused wealth left behind

In the show case of youth

Only the white nomadic duck

Grown in and grows in.

THE SMELL OF EXISTENCE

The petals of flower gave you

And the scent of soil wet

Through whole life

Still to me, have smell

Still remaining as I was

The tremendous tremble

In existence

Never the love pure is lost

But you can’t know

For your pride of beauty.

THE ATTRACTION OF ROOT

Before going to bed

My dear wife, arrange all luggage

We shall be out

Before going dark of the morning

Let the kids sleep

And then start work

The youngest will remain to your lap

With nipples of your breast

The elder one you sent to me

He will sleep

If I tell the story of our

Caretaker government

Dresses of parents, wears of sisters

Dresses of neighbours

All the things we purchased for all

See, not to make mistake to take

Of course its a big burden on you

We need to go every year

But a difference this year

No government in the country

The time is so disastrous

Yet the roots calls

Grabs again and again from back

The yarn so planted deep of life

Attracts crossing the time limit

An eternal flow of life

And that calls weak and dirty sound.

NOT ALL THE EYES SAY

Language is not apparent in all eyes

Not in all eyes stars dance

Not the glance of all eyes are true

That wants immature light of youth

Not all the eyes say

All the women do not have language

Of love

So remains some of them far from me

All women do not have pure love

None is lost of hope

Yet the rules do not apply

May be all disparity with me

Or nothing of these all

Absolute drought inside, big desert

And abandon mist

Spreads mystery in outside.

VERSES FOR ADOLESCENCE

Don’t be nasty

And don’t make you lost

Not the licence is still in your hand

For doing all these

Think of the tired face of father

Sweating body of mother

Returning from the office

The liabilities and burden

To the tired eyes of brother

Thinking in mind

Why the arrow of complaints

Are all towards you?

You will be the woman, the earth

Sources of all inspirations, awareness

All the glands of the world

Will come to meet yours

And will stop under your feet

You will be the center of rotation

All will be happy surrounding you

All breaks will be repaired

All disparity will get

Parity among them

You will be Draupadi

The instance of chastity

Endless night flowing you will be

You will be mother and sister

Or the fiancés or center

You will be the eternal

The places of all homage

Remain steady when

We shall coming to you

The watch stick will be static

The flow of honey in you

The soft lust is source of that

And all the wants are surrounding you.

KEEP HANDS ON MY HANDS

Keep your hands on my hands

Thousands of hesitation are in you

And that I know

Yet a helpless surprise plays

So the love

The best gift of the Creator

Keep your hands on my hands

Trembling are created

By unknown surprise inside

Abstract calamity comes

Within the fitness

Becomes warmth

The eyes become unclear

Keep hands on my hands

Nothing you can tell

The eternal woman

I do not also understand

The signal is of what

How much the desire

Or it is too much.

I DON’T KNOW ANY FERDOUSI

Who is Ferdousi?

The question from my wife

She tells she does not know

Anybody of this name, but

How could she be known to me

And the address of her

Was in my diary

I tell how it is

My diary to Ferdousi is an absurdity

I don’t know anybody of this name

Then is it that

The poet had talk to me

in the night.

THE BEAUTIFUL WIFE OF FRIEND

Must be the man is lucky

So beautiful wife he could have

Most intelligent is my friend

Always resembles laugh in face

Never tells everything to anybody

Let’s go to travel

I told him one day

And he tells not today

Do it for another day

I become a bit doubtful

Is it that I have been exposed?

EVERYTHING NEEDS CHANGE

This torn domestic environment

Surroundings of wall and all these

Unorganized things

Shall have to be changed

The modern we want and with same

Courage you will be by my side

Let’s go forward, let’s buy

some theory, some posters

From the market of democracy

And then be revolutionary

Without sight of all

But not these are solution

For the time being protection

A false hope, devil illness in

And the belief is not acceptable.

WE HAD BEEN TOGETHER IN DEPRESSED MOONLIGHT

(To my wife, with support

of whom I came up to this point)

So weak your memory is

How it would be to forget so early

Many discussion, surroundings are hot

They talk about us

The rural way, trees, little dark

Dense forest in far with locust

And to more far

The village, you see, are lying

And you told one

That with the light of heart

Everything is clear, dark is far

I caught your hand on that day

Coming from the grave of hesitation

Can you remember

In a gloomy moonlight

We had been together.

NO PAGE IN PERSONAL BOOK

(To Munni)

She is a girl straight tall

Gentle cold breeze follows around

The world is amazed with

Resonance of the air

With the clear blue sky

In the heart

Easily she mixed with crowed

Thousands of ray ringed together

No Interest! No page in personal book.

THE DAYS I PASSED

I can not tell all in my verse

How sweet were the days passed

Row of coconut tree through thin way

In far playing flute of cowboy

That makes bold connotation

The scent unparallel I get

The silent makes me restless

My mind are caught with dew wet grass

Yet I can’t go back

This city attracts me like demon

And so in the own world of space

The memory becomes tears of eyes.

THIS IS NOT MY WORLD

This world of disparity is not of me

Then who is me, where to stay or go

No need of hearing the word of consolation

Now it is our daily experience

To live without food men

By the side of bulk of dead  body

Of helpless man and

Business in the name of

Hunger, thirst, disease and death

Are going on

A peculiar football like fish

The companies of  business

Price hiking are continuous

For the fate of helpless

No representative they have

So funny! the seller is now buyer

Then why this fun!

Be straight and tell

This world is not for you

You are cursed and that is for hell.

NO LOSS IF VERSES ARE NOT WRITTEN

Nothing loss will happen

If I don’t write poems

Yet that I write

Logic is absent everywhere

And I decided in the game of this

Not having rule I shall take my share

Nothing will happen

If I don’t write verses

All these are ashes

None have time to read

None have time to hear my philosophy

Yet I am careful to save my diary

Of course a little there is

If verses are not written

And that is ailment

If I don’t write verses

Nothing will happen to anybody

But my fitness is necessary for me.

NO END

The space opposite to window

Grilled and then a space

And then your lips

I can’t reach you overcoming

These number of obstacles

The decaying time

Damages the skeleton of existence

My sights becomes unclear

And then becomes a barrier of mist

The inside one can’t be aware

With close attachment of loving season

Yet you remain standstill

In your wide space of mind

I had to go

All the flowers of garden

Dried remaining bud in you

With the hope of my coming.

LOVE NEEDS LONLINESS

Many places there are in this town

Where desolation created

Separate world with its own rule

Our heart once touched the silence

And that day the softest hand

Of the world were more nearer

To take the trembling load of love

I can not remember the day

Only thing I can remember

Is that your face milk-white and silky

The unknown stare of love

Deep as if the first mist of the world

And there is me and my body

Still you are

With those arms, eyes, stare

But not having the moonlight

Of the day

We ate lost in the crowed of city

Each in search of other

In wrong address

Like love depressed

With will bewildered.

NO TITLE

1.

And again you told that you love

What is love my dear! What is love?

Your dress, earthen pots

Fried dish with delicious food

And a little something more.

2.

Bird of this love shall

Fly away when the night is end

Yet so much madness;

Keep on my head

And in the heart

And slowly say

That’s me of you.

NEVER SHALL I TELL THE NAME

With so much neglect you are laughing

As I have defeated to my luck

I shall never tell the name

I have decided in my mind of own

Heaps of stone are filled in heart

And I step forward leaving habitation

I am afraid, if you come to my front

I don’t fear to tell that

I have only fear of that

In the estuary you make me

Unarranged as the tidal air

Are you truly like that

The will of attachment

Is only with you

You understand but pretends

You have not, out of fear.

THE SONG OF MOVEMENT

You have rose in hand

And

In my hand weapons

A dress I want

For that child with no dress

You have black color in your eyes

And

I have spear in my hands

Some food I want for the

Old woman you see

You have red color in your foot

And

I have dangerous arms

If not the sorrows are away

Then remember

This I am going to the war field.

NO BREAD FOR GOD

Had many food there

And who came first

Ate to their contents

And then came some

They also ate to their contents

And expressed sound of satisfaction

And at last

A group of needy middleclass came

They ate to their full hunger

Everything, bones, skeleton of fishes

Rotten rice and dirty water

And at last God came

Then there was not even a bread

For Him.

FERDOUSI IS HIS NAME

He was a poet

No doubt to tell, he was a great poet

Greater than anything, generosity

But the life is actual Vacant

Nothing remains in it

When it is deep night

I remember you, the epic writer

And his name is Ferdousi.

DISPARITY

I wish to see you and so

I move to a wrong way and back

We have not in one way

I weep willingly

If you can hear, but your ears

All closed, heard nothing

Walk I with no aim

If you think a mad, if you love

But nothing happens

I come back

Love and hatred are left

By the side of road

And nothing could be told to you.

MEANINGLESS

The sheets of poems are closed

While morning

After writing throughout night

I sleep and the

Poems are all awakened

Lets the poems be alive

Decades after decades

The poems do not understand this

My all sorrows

Those smell like rose

Blue like water of Bosphorus

It laughs out of sight

I hear the sound of laugh

I became drunkard

But all these can’t be told to all

I get sleep

And sheets of verses

Remains by the side of pillow

For a couple of sleepless night

No logic I find for this depression

And you love with no knowledge

Nothing is meant by it.

TIME AND SPACE

No end of pride with your birth

Oh! The great man

You gave the share of space

Where we take breath freely

Everyday we fifteen crore people

We are proud of you

Our heads are high enough

To the world, and me

My coming generation

All are with bright luck

The have appeared to the

Free and independent state

I can’t tell

If I could be a brave soldier

I have not seen the war

But feel in my existence

The heat of your blood, I tell

That my little bird’s chest

At a moment becomes

Body of whale

I mind to destroy everything

When I feel any deception anywhere

These all are from you

We have nothing than to be grateful

The flag given by you

Is flying in the sky of my country

I feel comfort

That we have our own capital

We need not require to see

The capital city of others

Without any worry

I have been grown up

In the land given by you

My parents were not afraid

They were not worried for me

You brought the boundary line

For the country and life

There is no area of subjugation

No discipline it has, nothing it owns

And so no existence it has

Vagabond, ill-lucked, no discipline

It has, everything is indiscipline

You gave the solution of these

With your great wide chest

And so our worries are wiped out

at the sacred existence of you

All the evils you have taken to you

Having no hesitation

And so this world of peace

Is for us always.

WHAT I WANT TO YOU

What is desired to you actually?

This conversation of each day

Starring without stop

Meaningless discussion long

Passing time with lame excuse

My God! It is a shame to think

You understand everything

But never open your lips

This is also a type of love

Or tell it to be song of silence

Thanks to you

That you have not seceded

I understand

Many of the things are

Very negligible to patience of woman

Sitting together without love

Is much of sorrow than to

Not getting even after love

You are already advance in peace

Sometimes something becomes

Much more than love.

LYING ON YOU

Oh! The land of my forefathers

I am laying down on you

We are telling much about pollution lately

You laugh a little

And we never have seen it

You are bearing the heat of war

We find no logic of being restless

You absorb everything hesitation

Ailing sons has a number of problems

The rivers are dry

Soft liver is eaten by the insecticides

We are out to travel of death

Boarding on the vehicle of life

The area was under

Hispanic control of youth

Now all of them are hidden

The threatened eyes of damsel

Still in search of them

Being afraid of cruelty

The responsibility of education is

Under control of shopkeepers

The licence of art is now

In the pocket of broker

Autocracy is of different mark

The whole world bears the same picture

And your existence is tired

Seeing all of these.

WE COULD NOT RETURN

The night on which we returned

The dazzling light of red, blue

Of a little town

Were on the water flow of river

In rural area surrounding

Moonlight was a little gloomy

Had the sharp silence of nature

Was more than other nights!

I could not remember the reason

What made me more sorrowful?

The load on me of commitment

Left to the fiancé

Or the dear faces I left

May be none of these

A cruel attraction of other planet

Caught to her own belongings

Taking all elements of my existence

And now many days passed

Passing the surprise of

Abstract moment in numbers

I stood here in unknown light

When, I don’t know

And here the yellow is not yellow

The blue is not in its own color

How this my own motherland is!

Had I been under shadow of love

Of some wrong persons

So many nights I passed

like a blind man

In search of a human hand

That was unfit to touch

Or how such large number of persons

Could forget everything at a time

And never we were able to return

In such a soft evening.

WE ARE TWO ON DEPRESSED BOAT

Now we are towards up

Are you a bit melancholy

In this God created light and dark?

You bear loneliness in your chin

And that is of so many nights

The frustration of having not having

The wastage  of tiredness in my eyes

The ancient man with filth of life

Whichever it may be

I shall not tell anything

May be this the rule unwritten

All are busy with owns

Yet you want to know

How much you are in my heart

How much near like sad space.

DIALOGUES

[Subinoy is a modern boy with all modern etiquettes. He wears skin tight Jins, long hair up to back having ribbon bind at the neck, not shaved clean, appears to be terrible, have reputation as a play boy.

Sujata a middle class family sophisticated girl. She had an aristocrat expression in her face]

Subinoy:

Now we have only one sky for us

We see only one moon, one sun

and only one destination

In that sky of us

Sujata:

We breathe in the same atmosphere

Day after night is regular for us

We stand on one earth

We stay in a confirmed destination

Subinoy:

Everyday or some of the days

I see you

Like a star alone but dazzling

You are as stone, but luminous

You are cloud but transparent

Like water, you nothing to say

Always, but presence of you

Like spring with flowing sound

You are tired, yet complete with life

And the light of which

Comes out of you enormously

Sujata:

I have not seen the jeweller any

But I think myself to be a jeweller

I think you are that person

In search of whom

All labours of gold mines of South Africa

Even after digging throughout the life

Will never be able to find you

And it is you and you

Subinoy:

My whole world now is in you

And that me is unable to think otherwise

Now the red, black, green and all colors

All are same to me

In fact I don’t see anything with concept

And that in exception of you.

Sujata:

Tears come to my eyes for you

Again and again for nothing

And that has no reason

You had never been a pain to me

We have never given and taken

In between us and never it will be

Then why it is so painful to me

Is it for love, or the pain of not getting?

Subinoy:

Sacredness is very much less today

In my existence, the rush of sin

Make foams ugly everyday

I like you to such extent that

All good words are disliked by me

In fact you have kept me

Otherwise I would have been

In the prostitute many days before

I would drink rotten wine

And also do many other things

Sometimes I prone to drink bear

A little, what happens, many drink

And I shall be included

But I can not proceed further

I see your face in the air

So attractive, so kind and soft

No reason to be so emotional

Yet it is so for my love

You are my pride, sharp pain

Of deep night, fear of death

You bring end to drop of water

From the deep injury of my heart

I never mind of the defeat of life

Many failure and frustration of life

I think only

I am the sky, the air

All the water of the world is me

I am the peak of the mountains

I am the only able man

In which you can go to the deep

Sujata:

May be you are not very well today

Let’s go.

[Sujata went and the young man returns

and never they have been seen sit together]

SOUND OF THE HEART

The situation, our surroundings

Social customs and tradition

Tells, never the heart tells anything

The culture and customs

The adverse domestic condition

Human nature and mind tell

In fact the heart never tells

Sounds raise from immorality

All the rotten and the record

Heart never tells anything.

AT THE DOOR OF BELIEF

My beliefs and loves makes

Wriggling, sound like  yellow

Young ones of hens, they eat many

Moving with questions

Within the area of your sight

Not very bad the inattention of you

I jumped and jumped in a little court

Play funs like an innocent little girl

You were supposed to love seeing this

But never you laugh out of mind

I know everything

The neglected destination of you

To the screen of life

And that is the pride of you

A good employment, a successful husband

And made leading life with luxury

Proud future of you is burdened

With load of false dream

And all these has given you

A copied appearance of personality

In fact the pride with which

You give a fly to upward

Without knowing the meaning of these

And I became unable

To make you understand

So foolish you are

All these postures are valueless

Without and before knowing those

A rehearsal with no sound

Is happened in your silvery curtain.

A DIFFERENT BURN

Everyday I had talk with you

And I think is it a day-night all time

Love of you to me, I think

Is it? Question to you, or it is

Lifelong play of childhood

You See I have burnt my hand

Thinking of you in the evening

And I tell, is it!

Then why so restlessness in you

Illicit relation with other, neglect?

That can’t be told, do love and affection

With me, but the fear is that burn

Foe whom you made a

Place of all in your heart.

DALIA, NAME OF A FLOWER

[To Dalia]

In an innocent time I had a talk

With a girl and she was Dalia

Then in the grass of the garden

Dew drops were abandoned

Informing the symptom of a little cold

I walk in the city road indifferently

A sun-watch runs in the heart

I tell the name Dalia

But not being attentive to tell the name

I keep my hands on hands of Dalia

While I see dream at night

I keep my eyes to her eyes

Lips to upon her lips

And nose front touches her nose

I don’t know when and how

And before knowing it

Dalia wipes out from my sight

I think Dalia always silently

Inside there is tremendous fight

The soft delicate girl like depressed rose

Becomes more depressed

In the sun and shadow of the day

I become also sad for unknown sorrow

I don’t know whether it is for

Conflict in heart and for untold sorrow.

DYING TOGETHER WITH DECEASED HUSBAND

Thou proceed hands at your will

Catch my tired fingers of mine

Within your beloved palm

Might be the woman is like this

Or all these are my fault of ideas

God knows! I don’t think so far

May be levity! What goes on if

These are a little?

All are not tall for love only

Now I see everything upside down

The bees are humming

In the mobile phone near ears

Yet some leisure I get

And I become satisfied with you

The naughty girl, you have

A body of kindness

Let’s stop, or tears will come

You are a bit prone to weep

Surely all these are your style

Please don’t make short of my innings

Let for this time

Die with me.

REMAINING WITH YOUR BODY

My body remains on the bed alone

Still I search for the load

Human shame

You have gone leaving me

Show me that person unusual

That touches your heart

Do it the ocean of generosity

Burning hardship ends with hunger

Why the tornado terrible does not up

With the heart of the stone

My dear, don’t understand me

Not the body but with the bone of

Skeleton I am lying here.

NOTHING IN ORDER

A defeated lover I am

Also can tell me a bit shameless

The primitive man awake in

Becomes delighted seeing you

Is that the body more precious

Than the mind? I don’t know

Of course you let me understand

The stare of your black eyes

The arrows of neglect are to me

And you wear a silvery dress

Nothing fault of me a stupid

Can tell not to be avoided

I do too much for you

Again and again fall in love

No deception you can find

As not a hidden sly fox I am.

IN THE YARD OF YOUR FEELING

Night at the window

Night at the door, bed room

In the balcony by the side of room

And then the night has come in me

In the small yard of us

The night is at the Jalmahal

In the small road of the village

In the cave of Ajanta Ilora

And on primitive canvas of us

And also at the estuary of the river

The night is at the small bush

In the deserted house, large water area

In the broken cover of room

Of the helpless poor man

A little disordered night in the sky

And the night at the mirror of life

The night is at city night club

In the heart of writer and artists

In dockyard, in the pocket drunkard

Young man left out by the road side

And the night is at the den

Of the saint, so called

Night in cluster is on the neck of damsel

Delicate body and decorated hair

Those lying in the grave with much love

The dark of the deep night

Always play in the bone and brain of them

The comes to the shame of road side man

The night is on the platform of Shahid Minar

In the national memorial palace

Sacred grave of Lalon and in the theoretical

Complexity of Hason

And the night is on the number

Stone chest of  many sculpture

Some want to bring the night

In the eternal flame of life

The dark of night you see touched

The chest of tired thinker

With the thought of supernatural

Dark in lots in the bed of hospital

In the corner of the station room

There is night and the night has come

And touched the face of

The eager passenger.

The night has fallen to whole Karbala

In the shadow of Mommy in Pyramids

The night has fallen now

Every when and where

Now the dark of night

In all the stars of the city sky

The night has come and touched

The heart of the girl

The deep dark falls in dense forest

The big number of diverse leaves

Down with burden of mystery

The black of the dark surrounds more

Than the moonlight can do

The human concept awakes forming

Mountain in the depression of night

The easy spread of night

Through body of the sorrow

More than this a beauty unparallel

The luxury of night awakes in words

In the decorated design of future life

The beauty can’t understand

The impression of number of nights

Now the night is our inside

Hunger and thirst makes even complex

The night has fallen in small bird cage

And fallen in cave of some serpents

Delighted with satisfaction of shower

And the night not has fallen

Only to the yard of your perception.

RIDDLE

Humming but no honey there

Just a mysterious thing

It is delightful to think of

A land not known

And the knocking at the door

At the door

Opened the door and I found none

This unknown city is full of mystery

Cannot bring the riddle

So complex under my concept.

EXPLANATION OF DARK

The endless dark comes to grasp me

I am a new hunter of life

And I am highly overwrought of passion

The sword in hand not seen

Cut the body of the dark.

TARGET

The desired poem of the early age

Had to come to youth

To write

Then where to go

To write the poem of youth?

THE DREAM BOY

A boy moves around inside a man

Tells a little and then lost

Some can know and some do not

Thinks, how the helpless is

The boy in the dream

Oh! the boy of dream

Where is your destination?

Some asks and some stares

The answer is not known

Yet the dream boy thinking something

Moves his head in sharp play

Some thinks to be neglect

Obstinate, proud and may be a little true

But having no time to compare

After ending the sun bath

He returns to home with all

A life of hardship

The closed eyes of the boy

Searches the relation with tired life

The nearest once tells him slowly

To remain by side, catch hand

Accept and see the body blood and flesh

The nails as remains in end of finger

Rightly like you some others

Have moved away like you

With pains in life

The dream boy has thousands of question

In his eyes aimless

Yet waits endless, tells nothing

The grey hair in cluster on head

Silent revolt moves in head

Yet making continues the broken

One tied, the unrest time

Erects the tired body with endeavour

None calls and tells no more

Will you accompany the

Funeral procession of the dream boy

The gloomy face, blackish tired eyes

The bird with arrow shock

In the shadow of life.

Oh! yet the mind wants you to stay

For a moment, life is one

And not this time is to go.

THE SOLDIERS WERE WALKING TO THE WAY OF DEATH

It is true that the time was restless

Yet in sometimes load of own thought

Is to bear and thinking this

Some tired hunter

More restless in side in hidden

And for nothing searched way

To disappear

The fact is that

The death was behind them walking

Or may be they were walking

Through the way of death

Or none becomes willing to go

Life wants to save

And death wants to destroy.

THE CARAVAN OF LABOR TO HOME

The face of many with no food

And the procession of hunger

Raises everyday, we pass away

A slow indifferent look

I can’t stop, me also have own work

Going through this way

Keeping touch with the urban life

The opposite way of life

The civilization proceeds slowly

The wealth of youth inside life

Makes the watch hand sounds

And the night in deep comes

Again the morning and

Again the same movement

Walk through procession of hungry face

Misdeeds appears to some faces

Of solvent persons

I have no time to see this

I am in a hurry, today is Sunday

Silent caravan of labours everyday

Comes to their homes in such way

Some are to home and some

Leaving the home absorbs in

Sound of life, no thought of time.

MOONLIGHT OF COINCIDENCE

Oh! The tide of men in the way of city

The boundary of sky touches

The unlimited space on the head

And over much more

The luck plays in large

A collision between belief

And no belief makes the wall

Of existence trembling

And these are all casual

So no attention to these

I walk and may be you also

In your own town

The sun is there, day is full of light

Thousand of head are towards up

Wants to touch the unlimited

The way of golden prospect

The tide of life is full of shout

The crowd is over crowded

Yet the mind touches the

Body of pain

In unknown situation the human arts

Are to bring with vast expansion

You touch and me also

And the body of the girl soft

Remains alone back

With the load of life of such touch

Yet I feel slow and slow more

Be quiet the budding desire

The simple girl is not yet shouting

The moonlight which was

In the first sight

Still its whole is in touch of your chin

Or full moon night ending the time

Left it with no desire inside

And the raft of moonlight coincidence

Has been sailed to any end.

RIVER NAMED SANDHAYA

Broken river bank in front

Water flow of tide, some time ebbs

I see everyday sitting in the evening

Crossing the limit of constant time

Minds targets another destination

You damsel

I see you in the river water

You can do everything

Where is not are you in the world

Soft evening comes

The veils of the mist of nature

Comes more slowly, very slowly

Life appears in the drops of dew

Am I the most unhappy man

In the world loving you

Helpless remaining

To the sense of youth

You can take full hands

If you want

Not the immortality

Give the normal love

I am a man of blood and flesh

I am saint after loving

I had many talks with you alone

In countless evening

Remaining by the side of the evening

A lot of not having

Joined with each morning evening

And that never makes me fit for you

Tidal water slopes both banks

Draws to the ocean in down flow

I tremble, may be something unnatural

Will come and tell me catching hands

I am also equal to the crowd of men.

LOVE AND LANGUAGE

In fact there is no language of love

Yet it tells in different languages

Lovers talk in countries

Talks they who are willing to love

We talk each other

Is it possible to tell all

Of the heart to anybody

So much talk we do yet it appears

A lot are remaining yet to say

The dumb tells, he has also language

In love, though difficult to understand

Yet another who can’t speak

Understands him well with her love always

The saints also says

The lover knowing dark of night tells

All the flowers of the garden

Became aware with aware to hear

Some valueless talks also held in love

No meaning these have got

Yet day and night we became

Eager to hear these love talk

The budding flower talks

She is ashamed of her love language

The butterflies does not get limit

Hearing such language of love

These language of love has given

Him the satisfaction of love.

Talks the grass and dew

In the dark of night they talk

If the heat of the day

Wipes them out

And that returns to sky

Being garland of the talks

Men in the forest talk and

That is to its own voice

Animals, trees birds and faunas

Talk, may be not valueless

We all talk the subject to be love

Whichever the language

But the sound is in resonance

And that can be understood that

This love is not in heaven and earth

The basic love language is

This vast world unlimited.

DAMSELS IN DAZZLING LIGHT

The beautiful girls of beautiful feet

The clean life like water of the autumn

They were never bending for pains

They came today

To the function of love sale

There were many handsome young

Some persons were urban wives

There remains some delight

In shamelessness some times

And they had also like that

I was also there as a clown

But, Alas, by the side of the

Sad rose there were no space

Some were also sitting on floor

All of them were ready to anything

To be sold, though I could not be

So shameless, so raised a low price

May be there were some defects

Otherwise why hesitation to be gambled

Lastly a broker came and caught hand

Dragged me to crowd

Now the first time called price

One two three, so easy to sell love

So sad I was returning to the home

The sacred sound I heard in the heart

Only a person came

Wanted to know the price

Had it been up or down

There was nothing diversity

The instep of whom were clean

They were in front

They were always overcoming the

Others in lusting and that was known

To clowns and I was one of them.