Poetry
Will you not hold me…?
Rummana Chowdhury
Nothing has changed
As far as the eye can see
The dawns and dusks
Are moving in their own cycles
The two white swans are exquisitely
Playing on the golden sand
The cars are all moving
At their normal pace
I am also driving relentlessly
To my destiny
Though life has all its checkers
Intact on the chessboard
Your heart keeps saying
It is not the same
It is not ever going
To be the same again
Will you not take me
To the land of dreams?
Will you not dance with
Me tonight?
Will you not hold me in
Your arms and count the stars?
Will you not let me know
We can dream together again?.
Cognizance.......
Maleka Parveen
Then, at once
the rosy reason behind
your repugnant reluctance
to recognise the ruthless reality
transpires transparently.
Your mindset in its
meandering morbidity,
in its ignominious ignorance
doesn't allow you to
see the light of the day.
If you could think
otherwise, with a bit of solicitude-
you could realise for certain.
You could feel sans doute
a new dawn's arrived.
Your adherence to the past
is sure admirable;
But must you also learn
to live lively through
the wavering waves.
To laugh loudly
with a clear conscience
at the present time
that presents itself
before you preciously.
If, rather unwisely,
you couldn't adapt
to what people around
talk about, tease about
in sort of tilting way,
You will at one time
find yourself abandoned,
as once you had decided
not to swallow the
sheer truth gracefully.
Thus lesson is learnt,
one must adjust,
acquiesce or admit
as per the change
that is happening.
That is not also surely
sacrificing your identity;
rather holding fast to it,
bracing the wind bravely
and taking the truth truly..
That is cognizance calm,
which you come to earn
at the cost of something
you do not happily want
to name its proper name.....
The music of silence
Abu Taher Mojumder
Her parted lips froze the Universe
Eternal cold prevailed overpowering smashing
Her head lay on my left arm cold unmoving
My arm on the cold pillow
On the embroidered flower she adored
My right palm on her left cheek
Trying to hold back the fleeting bird
My mind stonily blocked
'I can't lie down hold me up'
I obliged
She was like a bird just moaning on wearily away
How far is Super Clinic… Dr. Liton…
But you were then going faster beyond gaining back any warmth
'Far far more now beyond reach-across oceans of time.'
'Oh please, I can't hold my head up
The world is without air --- can't breathe
What's wrong… whats… whats… whats…
She kept her head on my left shoulder
Let me lie down…
My trees… flower tubsvases…
She recited verses from the Holy Quran
She loved so much repeated all the time…
Remembered… audibly… inaudibly… …
Yes, it's the Moazzin finishing his Fajr Azan
She mumbled lastly 'a forlorn journey'
"Assalatu khairum minan naom…"
But Oh! … I'm falling asleep O' Allah!
The Azan ended and her eyes turned totally still
A shadow of pain settled on the pale face fixed gaze
The lips remained parted, something not yet said
Some songs not yet sung while the birds chirped
The world rumbled a deep-deep moan
The parted lips seemed to quiver--some days of my life…
An extension of yours… look after my flowers, my trees, plants
Mine will be the birds' voice, voice of the wind
Of the rivers and the oceans
Of the blue sky during day of the starry night
A shadow by you day and night
A soul in your soul
A memory ever wakeful
Your fond music in silence
Forever…and forever…and forever.
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