Ding dong rings the Bell

Ding dong rings the Bell

Jan 06

Building skyscrapers to heaven Doesn’t mean it is the Heaven. It might be a gape to Hell Ding dong rings the Bell.   Cladding frailty in new robe Doesn’t mean it is the robe. It might be a tainted shroud Pettiness tickles the crowd.   Creating chaos to form peace Doesn’t mean it is the peace. It might be a conniving ruse Men recognize every excuse.   Every deceit is a leap to Hell Ding dong rings the Bell.     6 January 2018 Shamasan, Abha, KSA  ...

Never Again!

Never Again!

Dec 24

—————–To my Uncle, my mentor, Shah Mohammad Waliullah     It plays heavy on hearts When close one departs And you can’t say ‘Bye’!   You feel life’s so good With the beguiling mood But it’s a big lie.   Life’s surely an illusion No straight solution But we say ‘okay’.   Days are gone so fast No end to our lust Until the final day!   We love and then lost Priceless is the cost Of our friendly tie.   It plays heavy on hearts When close one departs And you can’t say ‘Bye’!         25 December 2017 Samasan, Abha, KSA  ...

Wishes whispered away

Wishes whispered away

Dec 02

Don’t commemorate my last breath Just keep me in your prayer. Whatever I had done destined to be For the unknown here or there. Every second of my life had been counted With an infallible unit Where even a dot weighs the universe.   I had wishes more than stipulated time I had dreams that took half of my life. My wishes on the deathbed writhed in pain Seeing Time squeezing out every bit of essence Out of my cells that made me man.   Death wishes on the deathbed Always fall short of time and space. And every man dies his death.     2 December 2017 Samasan, Abha, KSA...

Seasoning

Seasoning

Nov 11

Unseasoned logs don’t burn bright They must be seasoned well and right.   Moisture kills the fire in every use Seasoning takes time without excuse.   Wisdom comes with the precious time Poetry mellows with rhythm and rhyme.   Big jobs well done when ages ripe Decisions mature in essence, type.   Burdens forced on young greenhorn Charming fabric gets ragged and torn.     11 November 2017 Samasan, Abha, KSA  ...

Ego, not amigo!

Ego, not amigo!

Nov 05

  Satan allures the ego To be proud and fail Pride blinds the logic Leaves a devil’s trail. Ego causes a man To see others down Ego makes the man To tease and to frown. Ego, not amigo Creates the mischiefs Ego destroys amity Causes thousand rifts.   5 November 2017 Samasan, KSA...

No second coming

No second coming

Oct 22

  Harrowing vision of the disastrous humanity Swinging from the feisty balcony of the peace winner Declares war on the groaning innocents.   People fade away with malnutrition Starve thousand and one nights Listen to the fantastic stories of the west Where knights come with shields and swords As saviors!   Everyday new falsehood appears With new threads of sarees. Women wrap them around the artistic skeletons Of the panting humanity. They run to the more south, more quagmires Where knights from the west never tread.     22 October 2017 Samasan, Abha, KSA          ...

Shedding

Shedding

Oct 14

  These days Keeping white white Black as black Very difficult! Our eyes fail to meet the color Because our dementia reached to the core Of the system. Now every somnambulist Walks to the land of meaningless and The core fails to the hypnotic chaos of the matters. We consume guile to glamor with every penny Matter only matters in this Disney World and Essence has lost its sense in a sense from our lived life. Now every amnesiac pedestrian walks away Known unknown faces with the pretention of good day That’s full of inconceivable flattery for the misinterpreted God. Man and money sent the conscience to the coma Inflicting injuries of disbelief on the commonsense Making color blind our consumer soul at every sunset. These days No buddy cares! Shahrear Talukder Samasan, Abha, KSA...

We need more man

We need more man

Sep 19

  When we are tested with twisted time In the bedroom, in the kitchen In the terrace, in the patios In the battle, at the adios We need more man.   When we fight the fights for the people At the court, at the frontier At the field, on the ground At the horizon, in the bound We need more man.   When we are agitated with the angst Of the disease, of the desire Of the need, of the omen Of the devil, of the profane We need more man.     We need more man On the battle field, in the household To conquest the bullets and forks Those come from every insane corner Of the convulsive moments of life.     19 September 2017 Samasan, Abha, KSA    ...