Dream- Untouched …,but in this life of error, ignorance, strife, unloved, unhappiness and injustice Where nothing is, but all things seem to be the same And we the shadows of the dream. When I touch myself, touch the shadow, But touch the shadow, I’m not touched.
SOBRIETY position to the east with bowed knees touch the earth with your forehead repeatedly, count your beads, mumble prayers to the wailing walls, search through the holy text & make pleas go to the gate called "beautiful" and you'd find there a woman read her her sentence to the wide congregation from afar but are there afoot for the water and wine for signs and wonders for 5 loaves & 2 fishes for the miracle that raised the lame fisherman from his court of penury for the woman with the issue of blood and for the woman stoned to death, that her scream was stuck in the passage of her throat her body is sanctified, sacred and worthy of the faith evident in her heart flooded with pure charity of un-forgetfulness with supplication in deeds always with gratitude **** Give Thyself Grace midnight hallowing from the pages of my poems like a cat meowing for cuddling from the arms of its Lover I don't let my eyes fall asleep for the time to stay up awake and witness the birthing of a brand new Order that day is now — for I believe and hear the howl of the wind tender her soft whisper to my ears, of windy tales blowing my mind with surprises of the moment as envisioned in my heart in my mind, and soul — I pay attention unrelentingly I pay heed not to the unheard-of but to the negligence of my destroyed identity haunting each footprint I demonstrate my words upon I am not that tall black, silver fox man in those jeans, polo t-shirt, drenched in Versace Eros at the other table for two waiting upon the arrival of his date I am not what you perceived. Nor the abstract imaginings you've painted on this empty canvas... I am simply a holy-preying fugitive on the run with a stolen identity — running away from the captors hiding behind another man's dogma torching my way unto his form of eternity with his myth give thyself grace oh thou bunch of derelict bag of honour **** Uchechukwu Onyedikam Lagos, Nigeria
Natural beauty of Bangladesh Oh! Bangladesh I love you You are a very beautiful country Oh! Bangladesh I love you You are the country of natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh Your natural beauty pleased me You are my only place for peace Oh! Bangladesh You have many beautiful places Your trees of green leaf,blue sky,rivers,sea-beaches, forests,rural villages brought out your natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh There is no comparison to the rain of your hearing Your rain has also brought out your natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh People of whole country are alive looking at your natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh You are a country of extraordinary beauty in the whole world Oh! Bangladesh The whole world is witness to this natural beauty of yours
Not Alone With You It's raining. I am standing on the threshold Of my little studio apartment. I am lonely here without you. I was never lonely with you. Even though you didn’t love me. I knew that and fell just the same. Rules were set. I could not say it Not even alone with you. That didn’t stop me. I was not alone with you. You told me the end was coming, Time for me to move on. I still loved you. I was not alone with you. I knew one day you would kiss me And close the door. One early afternoon the door was quietly shut I was still shrouded in the glamour Of my love for you. There is a difference in knowing the candle would gutter and go out And believing it will.
A Funny Story Farjan Mushfiqul Amin There were two friends. One good and one bad. A bad friend would always write and pass on the sight of a good friend. This is how it went until Bhaiba. The bad friend said to the good friend, "You go in first and then tell me what they ask and what you answer.""Okay," said the good friend. Good friend went in first. The authorities first asked the question, "In what year did the Liberation War take place?" The good friend replied, "It was supposed to be in 1952, but it was in 1971." The authority asked the second question, "Tell a freedom fighter's name?" The good friend replied, "There are many, who shall I name?" The authority asked the third question, "Comment on the share market." "That's a matter of research," replied the good friend. This time the good friend came out. The authorities called the bad friend this time. The good friend said to the bad friend, “There is no time, just listen to the answers." In answer to the first question you will say, "It was supposed to be in 1952 but it happened in 1971." In answer to the second question, you will say, "There are many, who should I name?" In answer to the third question you say, "It is a matter of research." Now the bad friend went in. The first question the authority asked was, "What year were you born?" "Supposed to be in 1952, happened in 1971." replied the bad friend. The authority asked the second question, "What is your father's name?" The bad friend replied, "There are many, who should I name?" The authority asked the third question, "Are you crazy?" The bad friend replied, "That's a matter of research."
December 25th: The Date December 25th is the Christmas Date; the reason I can’t afford to wait the opportunity where I can meet my age-long mate the entrance to the celebration is through the Christmas Gate; ‘’Merry Christmas’’ is the pass to enter The businesses of the day anticipate some modest sales rate The period in time where I look forward to my marriage to my long-time friend, Kate That’s indeed December 25th : The Date (D-A-T-E: Defined Attainment (of) Time Embraced)
Poetry from Md. Nurujjaman A Bullock Cart I was walking down the street, Suddenly - I saw a bullock cart, Which was passing in front of me. Then I asked the bullock driver, "Can I get in your cart?" The Bullock driver replied, "Absolutely, get up." Then the bullock cart started moving with me- The cow goes in the direction The driver tells to go it. Nice, I like it very much. After some distance I got down, As well as - I politely bid them farewell.