The Yellow Bed

In this world of hymn 
I had been so many times in the past 
But not like that I have got my sense today so colorful and new
Just entering into the bed of the yellow flowers
I was taken aback at the buzzing so loud
As it calls, spreads around the bed like the slogan of the young
Halting a moment I tried to understand 
What is that? Is it here or from other side
I would like to pay heed to for some more time 
O my surprise!
Almost on every flower the bees are circling and buzzing
Rising up and low busy in sucking honey and hissing
Like the lover maddened in love with the beloved
Never before I heard this bewitchment, such a commotion of love
Forgetting all other sites the wings on the air
How swarming the bees on the soft yellow flowers in the winter sunlight! 

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
26/12//2020


Memory

The ship has just left the harbor
The mountain is taking a large shape from one corner to other
The round circle slowly turns into the U-shape before the eyes
Advancing beat by beat
The mountain appears to be smaller in size
The ship runs some more - far from away
It glows only the green and gradually it entered into the world of water
What a wonder sight turnng into insight!
As like as my mother goes away before my eyes
What it left behind?
More powerful than it appeared to be.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
26/12//2020


The Eternal Soul

Soul never dies though day by day body collapses
Soul is a cognition taking rest in a certain place after death
Body slips away to the grave but soul flies higher  
A long sleep that sweet dreams may enlighten the eyes 
I believe death is not a journey to darkness 
It can't breach the relation that we have had in between us
A journey to the eternity and light everyone is bound to taste
Our love, responsibility, sympathy, care, duty to God move the soul to laugher and peace
The soul that comes out from the sleeping peace of heaven on the doom's day
The soul that regenerates the young deathless charming body 
In the endless peace of heaven the soul must rejoice then with bright face
We are all on that ongoing process to enter into that eternal world.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
27/12//2020

An Outlook We Promised

To make my mind calm and cheery
I sometimes go out in touch of nature in soft wind or in the stormy rainy weather
Nature teaches us how to flow, how to live well breathing fresh air
We can have different taste and flavor in the moonlit night 
Or at the sunny moments of the day when we sit under the shade of the banyan tree 
The sky is always open at day and night 
We face the challenges of how to live and strife
The misty winter morning, the silent long and large headed mountains, 
The crashing waves, the sunset at the evening, the sunrise in the morning, 
The soft blowing wind, the flying wings of the birds, the roaring and preying in the forest
Even the dead leaf falling from the tree get mixed with the soil
Sing the song of immortality fulfilling the demand we promised.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
28/12//2020


The Little Bright Flowers

The little bright flowers kindle my heart
As like as your soft voice glints my face 
Into the flowers I can fully see your love-laden flashy smile
The butterfly flying around reminds me 
Your blissful note of expressions
The sight of the flowers moving and straining
I can live and die; a source of delight
It's like the stars twinkling at night
Like the moon eliminating sadness
I look over this fascination again and again
And make out the brilliance of love in between the flowers and you, my beloved.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
29-12-2020