Poetry

Rakib Hasan Sumon photo

By

Zunayet Ahammed

Lost Visionary Gleams

I beheld you here last evening

In an autumn dress full of juice

Like white clouds of the sky

To chuckle at me quietly

Like a girl who feels woozy

Looking inside and outside

Not thinking of others.

Sweet days, sweet moments and sweet dreams of life

Like the rosy hue of a lovely lady’s check wither away

Silently as time passes

Nothing to be hidden the way we can’t hide our age

Nothing remains forever

Our childhood disappears

Touchy–feely experiences to be lost

Roaming around the country

For sucking its milk pleasurably

Now is oblivion.

Sounds of rivers

Songs of birds

Mirth of hovering skylarks

High in the sky

Light of the firefly in darkness

Drone of the cricket after the dusk on my way home

Beauty of a lovely rose hidden behind leaves

Naughty waves of wind in our paddy field

Bliss of catching fish in my grandmother’s pond

The gladness of eating cucumbers at Rahela’s garden at noon

All were celestial but now are lost

Where are those charming days?

Now I dwell in a Mega city

I wake quickly to sunshine pouring to my window

Many a sleepless night we’ve to pass here

Too boring traffic jams

The hustle and bustle of the city

Always make our life awfully weary and exhausted

Here our life is burdened with lot more unpleasant things

Symphony of happiness is full of thorns

Demons are busy intriguing us

Flowers of mind lose its fragrance

Trees its green

Rivers its murmuring good looks

Birds missing the blue of the sky

Poetry its rhyme

Caring girls their innocence

There is no pleasure here

Except abduction, disappearance, hijacking, killing and violence

Life lames here

Like frail buses

Yet man dreams of the rains,

Welcomes spring

To flower in zero.

Is there any delight to stand on darkness

Brooding over the sweet memories of our childhood?

Never Ending Feeling

I’ve seen you in silence

Your presence, love and tenderness

Quiver at my heart with splendid touch

And I feel comfortable.

I’ve seen you in the first rays of sunlight

Beauty streaming from your clothes and hair

like a cascade of brown water

That surpasses the splendor of a sweet morning

It dazzles my eyes,

Feeds my soul and empowers my sprit no matter what

And I feel comfortable.

I’ve seen you at noon at its highest

with sheer pleasure

Loveliness of you

like a funnel cloud

envelops me, overwhelms me,

persuades me to go on the top of the mountain

And I feel comfortable.

I’ve seen you when the sun is dying

Hues of your good looks, then, light my darkness

And spread a distinctive smell

To make me full bloom

And I feel comfortable.

It is never ending

The need to feel you, to drink you in

Before my days are gone.

Zunayet Ahammed

Zunayet Ahammed is Assistant Professor and in charge, Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh.