Emission

Emission

Jul 22

I know what I need now! I need… … yawning darkness with an esoteric feeling that will deny the slightest penetration of the ray. Except the little table lamp at one corner of the table and me on my jerky throne. I want to be born in a new cry.   22 July 2015 Samasan, KSA...

Symbiosis

Symbiosis

Jul 11

Every time I want to protest Poetry instead comes out It’s like a blazing bean That grows from a sprout.   Words grow a giant plant Watered by rooted ire Words grow thousand branches Protest is on fiery fire.   Poetry, protest two seeds But grow a single plant Protest sans poem, poetry Protest is merely blunt.     Md. Shahrear Talukder 11 July 2015 Samasan, Abha, KSA  ...

Can selfie be another form of Narcissism?

Can selfie be another form of Narcissism?

Jul 09

Looking at mirror and appreciating one’s own image was very personal enclosed within four walls of bedroom or washroom.  But present trend of taking selfies and uploading those on Facebook or other online social media has made it public to a great extent. Some people take selfie, post them and want other people to appreciate those. Others take selfie as if there were nobody to take their snaps....

Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed

Jun 13

 To— Sweet ADRITA   Time deletes As nobody does Whether it is Nothing  or plus.   Years of memories Gone in seconds Lost in labyrinth Starts and ends.   What is existing Tomorrow’s  past Today’s all dreams Tomorrow’s dust.   Things collected Live in time No more worthy Not a dime.   Time passes by Memory fades We build treasure And time raids.     Md....

I Only Exist in Abstracts

I Only Exist in Abstracts

Jun 08

My preference for materials has been devitalized by the sheer fondness of abstracts. Love, hate, compassion, empathy, sympathy disembarked me on the shore of hope. I travelled through the disordered time where materials were left as debris Or as a tombstone. Nothing more than that.     When I envision abstracts, my feeling gets enhanced my material self erodes away gradually to the...

Graveyard

Graveyard

Jun 08

No one to cry No one to laugh No one to play the bugle No one to place the wreath No one to whisper in the  ears No one to say I love you or hate No one to say welcome or goodbye It’s a graveyard!   June 8, 2015 Smasan, Abha, KSA...

I Fear

I Fear

May 07

I fear They are going to say I am a transgressor Because I write poetry.   I fear They are going to leave me alone In an empty arid place Because I write poetry.   I fear They are going to lock the door From the other side of the hell Because I write poetry.   I fear They are going to burn me With my words on papers Because I write poetry.   I fear I will rewrite every word...

I Am Losing My Appetite for Black

I Am Losing My Appetite for Black

Apr 19

I am losing my appetite for black because some black is black in outside peel and inside pulp. My tongue pleaded many a times but I didn’t pay heed because of its sheer fruitity. I respect fruitity of every fruit of the world of my taste or off my taste. But now some fruits plucking my taste buds alive or burning my taste buds with acrimonious acridity. Now my tongue revolts as the stomach...