Indunil Madhusankha is currently a Lecturer in the Department of Decision Sciences at the Faculty of Business of the University of Moratuwa. Even though he is academically involved with the subjects of Mathematics and Statistics, he also pursues a successful career in the field of English language and literature as a budding young researcher, reviewer, poet and content writer. Basically, he explores the miscellaneous complications of the human existence through his poetry by focusing on the burning issues in the contemporary society. Moreover, Indunil’s works have been featured in many international anthologies, magazines and journals.

Waiting for that Beautiful Day to Dawn 

(Previously published in the Tuck Magazine on 12th October 2015)

Do you ever reminisce?

The endearing times we spent together

sitting on a bench in the park

amidst the towering trees

replete with yellowish jacaranda cascading down

Or how we drew figures on the sand

with the tips of our fingers

while wandering along the sea belt

You promised me

caressing my hands

that you would never let go of them

And, one day, you would clasp my arm

and walk with me to the farthest horizon

Thus we dreamt of the dawn of a beautiful day

Yet, it didn’t take that long for you

to fade from my sight

Along with those sketches on the sand

melting away in the harsh waves

that abruptly broke on the shore

And I have no idea,

how incorrigible my heart is

The harder I try to refrain from lingering

The more I find myself immersed

Despite the awareness of the bitter truth,

I keep praying again and again

waiting for that beautiful day to dawn

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Memory

Steady afternoon of brown lights. A

boy dicing dusty sheets into his fragile

mouth. The teacher’s room in tumour.

Flayed papers flying around.

It is a classroom. The seats look creak

enough to break the silence of the day.

The atmosphere so blue we planted & bred

flowers inside our throat.

Two bodies bridging the

bond between breaths. Your Lanky

hands on a child so dear. It was a first

time i breathed as one with you.

We found our way into deeper lands –

wet and drippy – through tunnels. An

unending tickling amidst short cackles

and silent whispers.

Steady afternoon of brown lights. A

boy dicing dusty sheets into his fragile

mouth. The teacher’s room in tumour.

Flayed papers flying around.

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Mahbub, a Bangladeshi author and English teacher

The Faces I Stand Before

The faces I stand before flows on the river
Like the birds flying always spreading the wings of time
I stand before the golden faces
A glow on the morning sun
I stare at and enjoy the sweet scents
Morning buds to get fully bloomed till the noon
I again and again find the star light of heaven
How can I describe my feelings I don’t know the language
My heart overflows with joy and glory
The innocent, loving and soothing to eyes
Anyone can get lost in sweet dreams
I dream in my sleep throughout the whole night
There is no touch of stigma in the face or smile
The waves of the river splash water to everybody
We can bathe and make our mind tension free
They are our asset, our future generation
Build the nation and the world
Where there will have no claim of corruption and tyranny
I always find myself in this mind blowing garden
Whose name is Class Room.

Firefly

It was fire flying in the air
A boy of ten standing beside
Unmindful wandering here and there
By the side of a bush with much curiosity
It was night waiting for the train
His grandfather was always beside him
Suddenly his eyes blazed
A light flying in the air he never found before
What a nice fire!
He advanced and wanted to catch
But again got afraid if he is burned
Like a star glittering the land
So fascinating charms the heart and eyes
A man walking along suddenly uttered
It’s a firefly. He heard the name before but now realized
How wonderful the light!
Glows in the darkness of the night
Today after many years
The sight reflects in my eyes too much to be bright.

In The Dark and Light

Clouds are swirling in the sky
All seem to be dark and gloomy
I am on my sleeping bed
My eyes are closed
All transferred to the other
I woke up and it was raining
The cloud dispersed the rain stopped
The sun reflected on my face peeping and laughing
What a wonder! I live sometimes here sometimes I die
Sometimes I flow on water sometimes I fly
Sometimes I fall down in the mirage
Clouds are whirling in the sky
It started raining
After sound sleep with sweet dream
It seemed all rosy and green, fresh and clean
The sky filled with the rainbow screen.

My Loving Rose

From my childhood I got my sense
Permeated among surrounding stars of the night
A light of joy played of my face
I was maddened with the scent
Early in the morning from my rose tree
Just beside the window
The rose breeze entered at the morning glow
In the early of the day so fascinating I moved on
I didn’t know the scented value, the time passed from me
It was the beginning of the day, a dewy rose just before me
I looked and looked and found myself in it
Nourishing the rose in my heart, I stood before you
It was a red rose I handed over
From then you spread the sight always jolly and enchanting
The rose played on me in my childhood.

Change

The world is getting too much
Day by day it’s going to be so nervous
Bushes and forests are replaced by new buildings and highways
Today where we see the no man’s land
Tomorrow must be covered with hundred and thousand of hands and feet
Today where we see the cultivating land
And open fields the animals grazing
The living insects surrounded with shrubs and trees
Must be planned for tomorrow’s new civilization
It throws away the love that was a bond once for all
Suddenly snatched away from one to the other
Frequently break the heart of our beloveds and lovers
Though we talk much of our promise
True love is suffocating in the new colored buildings
In every blink of eyes
Cause deaths and sufferings.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
04/07/2018