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Let There Be Rain

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Introductory Word…

 

 

Searching the insight of life through the lens of poem is the main objective of the poet. Though hope, aspiration, frustration, deprivation of life stir

The poet yet the poet always remain enthusiastic with his poetic sprit and It is clearly reflected.

 

Nature and love is the source of endless inspiration

In his poetry. The poet give the language to the untold emotion of youth’s heart through his poem which turn into external expression of universal emotion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life Sketch of Poet Shafiqul Islam

 

 

Shafiqul Islam is Ex Metropolitan Magistrate and Ex Additional District Magistrate, Ex General Manager at Bangladesh Road Transport Corporation, Now Deputy Secretary of the people’s Republic of Bangladesh.

He is a Poet & Lyricist of Bangladesh Radio and Television.[
**]Awarded “Bangladesh Council Literature Award” and “Nazrul Gold Medal Award” for his poetic excellence.[
**][
**]Written some books of poetry…[
**]“Tobu O Bristy Asuk(Thirst for Rain), “Srabon Diner Kabbo(Song of Rainy Days), “Megh Bhanga Roddur(Sunlight on Cloud), “Dohon Kaler Kabbo”(Verses of Firey Days)and “Protoyee Jatra”(Indomitable Journey).

 

Email: [email protected]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota,

 

This is dedicated to

Your endless memory,

 

When I will be no more,

My verses will be waiting for you

Till that very day too…

 

 

 

 

Contents

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Preface [
**]

 

“Tobu O Bristi Asuq” (Let There Be Rain) is a collection of 41 poems of variegated tastes and flavor mostly of personal trend and characteristics by Shafiqul Islam a young

Poet of great erudition bestowed with an attractive poetic vein.

[
**]Besides the poem which bears the title of the collection in the mid portion of it ‘Bohu din por Aaz’(Today after a long time) there is a poem ‘Akjon Beer Joddha’(A heroic fighter ).Two addressed to the mother two addressed to the dead father .One addressed to one ‘‘D’‘(princess Diana of England), one addressed to life and the rest are addressed to one Sulota with whom the speaker had a deep either secret or open correspondence /love but that Sulota is not within his reach though she does not seem to have married/loved another man but it is clear from the description of the speaker that she has left the speaker treading the fair love and

Intimacy of the speaker.

[
**]It seems to me that the poet wanted to compose a book absolutely on love the mental anguish of separation or desertion. But he has an intellectual negation to be identified in that condition and so he has inserted few poems of different types in the collection just to bedim that factual truth .However the poet has every right to do it. In the poem ‘Bohu din por Aaz’ , the poet addresses the rain after a long time as blessing as a symbol of life and freshness. The proposed rain may tend a new life and fruition to all the sandy region of the globe , all the drought inflicted areas of the world despite personal sorrows and suffering of the poet from the rain if it really comes down . The poet is eagerly awaiting the rain and mentally prepared to

undergo all sorts of disadvantages from the rain.

[
**] At times a poet can not be easily detected .He speaks and narrates things from a distance. We have such an example of a piece of poetry in this collection of poems ,namely- ''D'' (D for Diana) .The second poem addressed to a late lady of universal decency and decorum ,it may not be easy for the young and most readers of the poem who this lady is . It is known best to the poet himself but so far our observation looks in

the past and from the description of the poet—

“In the bustle of this world

Once you had your harmonious tone

On the highways of this world

You let fall your invaluable footsteps”

[
**]

The poem might have been composed on the all-accepted ,all-loved lady ever born and ever entered the Buckingham palace as a bride and she is nobody but princess Diana who died in a miserable car accident in the last decade but having her all human and divine virtues that impressed our poet .The lady in question died as a result of psychological at war between haven and earth .She herself represented the heaven .She had an indomitable love for the people of the world and she proved her that glorious traits of love by traveling different countries and her so-called free but innocent mixing with them left her to a state of being neglected by her husband . She understanding her position , although a mother of two sons, could not remain connected within the palace

bereft of husband’s love and got family indifference.s

[
**]The poet is cut to the quick to understand all of the members of the royal family for this cold behavior with her . He though belonging to another caste and creed, can not help showing his hearty sympathy for her ill-fate and consoling

himself in the following sketch.

“But you in my heart

That the rare picture has drawn on it

Neither in sun-shine nor in water of the world

I know that will ever be effaced.

‘D’ now you are an inhabitant of the world hereafter-

One day you descended here wrongly

To our poor earth having loved us.

[
**] The poem is in the spirit of an elegy and the poet has registered all his poetic strength to make her (Diana) ever living and ever adorable for her divine qualities among the crowds of simple /ordinary faces of women ornamenting high seats and positions among us -- home and abroad but quite unworthy of being equal in status from the standpoints of ever immortal human virtues as possessed by the late 'D'

Princess Diana of England.

[
**]The third poem ,“Akjon Beer Jodda” a sketch on a political figure does not appear to me to be a new something .We are accustomed to coming across compositions like this one. This poem portrays the saddest story of a national hero who bought for the liberation of the motherland of the poet but he was mercilessly

Killed by his associates as an armless hero.

“In our heart

He is an ever victorious hero

Returned from the war, enemy overcoming hero.”

The poet has written three poems absolutely of personal cadres on his mother and father. In the poem on his mother he portrays a mother as a perennial source of inspiration in the onward movement in the struggle of life. In two pieces of poetry composed on his departed father, the poet sorrily accepts the loss of his father whose kind behavior in the past disturbs his peaceful living at the moment .The poet had in his mind to write elegy. His portrayal of his parents indicates his possessive mind

Devoted to them.

[
**]There is another poem ‘The three losses’ upholding before the readers how the poet has crossed from his childhood to youth , bidding adieu to the sweet memories and objects of enjoyments and comports. There is a small poem ,“hea jiban ,Akdin Tumi Chhela“in the collection .It is a poem of high appreciation painting life from multifarious platforms like some philosophical poet’s interpreting life as a puzzling mystery .This poem teems with poetic fervor both in matter and manner and it surely makes the poet powerful and observing the fleeting but touching modes of

Life— an ever inexplorable riddle.

In “three fourths of water and one in hand” the poet leaves heavy sighs and despair on life being utterly dissatisfied with the go of the world. Life hangs very heavy with the poet finding no other way to survive from his mentally emerging state .He is confirmed that his sweet dreams will never be realized and his is a life mean for shedding tears in the sea with unquenching thirst for getting the object in mission .[
**] Our review over the poems of the collection discovers that the cost of the poems forming an overwhelming majority disturbs or tortures the speaker in season or out of season ceaselessly in the surname of either the Nandita or all the time in the name of Sulota --- a woman whom the speaker liked or loved heart and soul . The speaker can not help being a puppet at the witchery of her past mixing or mutually loving each other and at the moment standing aside and suffering the pain of separation . [
**]There is ample weakness of the speaker towards Sulota whom he helplessly requested to come back to him and thereby save him from being destroyed in the piec

“Sulota, yet there is time”.

“Sulota, yet there is time”.

Yet come back to this breast.

If otherwise out of one heart’s groaning

This world in a second

Will be a sad isolated island.”

To the speaker, Sulata is a peerless woman for him to like and love . In fact Sulota can not be forgotten and speaker is not in a state of losing .Sulota in oblivion. She is a young woman, a great excellence and hence the speaker can not but describe Sulota’s physical beauty with those of the greatest object of nature ever known to him .Sulota’s physical beauty is innocently portrayed by the poet in the following touches in the poem “The cloud of the sky too at a time”.[
**]“The modulation of her tone[
**]As if it were the greatest music of the world[
**]Her youthful strong built body[
**]As if it were the greatest[
**]sculptures in the world” .[
**]

The aforesaid similes with which the poet draws Sulota’s divine beauty undoubtedly speaks of the poets wide range of knowledge as well as his vast possession of pure literary terms to describe things of aesthetic beauty and we find a

ground to appreciate his so-called grave geniality.

[
**]In the second page of the front cover the concluding sentence is ‘The poetic collection has contained a set of poems full of memories of the past love , and separation enriched with conscience and illumining on this assertive statement supplied by the poet we can certainly say that ‘Tabu O Brishti Asuq ‘ is a collection of

poems mostly on deserted love and moan of seperation.

[
**]As regards the choice of words I like to say that the poet was conscious enough to use the fit and concrete word to the matter he had chosen to highlights ,Credit goes to him for guarding him against the use of popularly cheap or slang words which are found in our folk songs or poems .The poet has a mentionable control over his expressions and he seems to be in search of new and never images and illustrations .I also say that his expressions are of his own but I do not preach that he is classic in mode but I claim that if he has not succeeded in all the poems, surely has not failed in all of them .Some of the expressions are ,no doubt, the triumphed and the height of blank verse at the hand of a mounting poet in the horizon of Bangla poetry.

 

Prof. A.Noor

 

 

 

Thirst for Rain

 

 

After many days

Today wind beckons a immediate rainfall

And nectar smell of clay spread in the air-

Everyone is worried about

Thinking immediate shower.

Everybody is eager to return home

Before starting rain

Yet there is no worry in my mind

No remarkable hastiness is visible

In my movement.

 

After a long heat wave

Possibility of coveted shower

Spread joy furtively in my warm heart.

I await eagerly for rainfall.

Let it rain now

Let it come down after long

Though there is no shade of big tree

To take shelter,

Even I have no umbrella

If rain water soaks my whole body,

Wearing clothes—

In spite of that let the rain come

May it fall over the whole sky

Let the rain drop submerging

fields and meadows.

If that unfrugal rain water drowns me

Even engulfs my homestead

There is no loss—

Yet, be it rained

In Ethiopia, Sudan

Drought-engulfed famine-striken

Most unfortunate Africa—

Let vast waste land of Africa

Be filled with green crops.

Before happening all

Let the rain fall

In the desert of conscience

May the humanity bloom there

Alike flower.

And the world and evils of mind

Be purified.

Let man’s love for one another

Turns into fountain

Mixing with rain water.

Let it flows as endless wave

Touching every thirsty soul.

Now, after a long time

May it rain in torrent

This time, profusely

Across our fields and meadows

Of dust-covered filthy heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

D (Diana) you,ve left

 

 

 

 

D (Diana) you,ve left

Your motions have rested forever

So what.

Does it stop speed of river

Mute noise of the planet?

Solar round also didn’t stop

And it’ll never stop , we know.

D you departed

But unknown ache

Stopped my heartbeat

Made me speechless

I feel ,I am dead

And you ‘re awaking slowly

In the depth of me.

Invisible earthquake appears

Inside me as if it has created now

A vaccum of immense cavity .

D once you mixed your voice

In the affairs of the world.

You kept your valuable footprint

On the public street.

That may be slso wiped out oneday

And expunged hit by hit with fountain

A sudden stroke of time.

But we know

Your paramount picture

That oyu painted in our heart

Can never be wiped out

By earthly rain or schorching

D, you belong to haven now

But oneday you came down mistakenly

To this world of mortals

Feeling affection for us.

It is our failure

We could’nt catch hold of you

As you are adament to leave

It is our tragic debacle

to a cute beauty

You a short lived guest

A resident of paradise

Are only our strength now

Your adolesent youth

That is full of blosoms

Spreads ambrosian perfume

And you spread it

On the eve of your deperture

With your generous hands

That’s our resort now

High-priced bounty gifted by you

D, your fragrance of breathing

Is blended with the blowing wind

In our habitual life.

Your smile of scarelet lips is

Mixed in the red glow of

East sky at dawn.

Blush of your rosy skin is

Mixed in the midst of cherry rose

We’ve lost and discovered you

Anew among us in the

Guise of glamour.

Our eternal salute to you

We’ll no more see you again

As the queen of royel palace

We’ll no more enjoy a joy of

your cheerfull glorious appearence

And thousands of fan

Right from now,you’ve been

The queen of our heart

In the throne of our hearts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A valient warrior

 

 

 

A valient warrior

Who fetched country’s independence

From the hands of enemy

Risking his own life

A victor general

Who ran from frontline to frontline

To command his fellow solders

Who did’nt have a time to repose

Who also fostered dream of liberation

Of his nativland all the time in mind

Amid sound of bulet and amunition

And insence of gunpower

Oneday he really snatched

The victory of his dear motherland

Depending only his self confidence

Who also established this land

As soverign and independent one

In world map.

That heroic freedom fighter and captain

Was assasinated unarmed

At the hands of defint deviated

Army under his command.

No,with no bullet of rebel army

His chest became bullet ridden

With the bullet of fellow soldiers

And that inflated chest fostered

And endless love for his homeland

And countrymen

That width and bredth hairy bosom

Was in comprehensible defence line

Of biloved motherland

But oneday his chest spilledincessant flow of blood

Pierceing bullet and rockets

With the treson of traiters

That general stained

The soil of his homeland

With warm and refreshing blood of kernel

A military suprimo staying at frontline

Would order his solders for blitz

With a roaring“March,Attack”

Trigered his unconcious countrymen

That roaring voice

Has now been stopped forever

With sudden violent sound of

Cruel arms of grusome killer

Who silently came at midnight

This vaient fighter

Has never been defeated

In any frontline battle

That he became defeated now

In the posterior attack

Of gunmen.

In a stormy uneven

And unarmed battle

We certainly know

The conspiring killer group

Assasinated him shooting from behind

Though rival force

Could’nt defeat him

And they won’t ever

He who’s undefeatable hero

In frontline battle

Who’s clad in warfare outfit in the battle field

A mighty hero in one front to another front

We bow down and pay armed salute to you

Our red salute to you

Who’s indomitable champion

Over enemy and battle

He’s victorious hero

In our heart forever

War and enemy hero.

 

 

When I Remember mother

 

 

 

When I Remember mother

I get back shade of a tree

That expands cool and shady

Branches and twigs on me

It also reminds me

An illusive moonlit

That has dark extinguising

Cold light having no heat

It again reminds me

A past of a silent lake

Just at noon of summer heat chaitra

That instantly cures

Pains of body and mind.

While jumping its water

Also makes me think of both

The untiring eyes

And gaze that’s full of caring

What’s steady every moment

Like a shadow in my deperture

Havenly feelof that cheerfull sight

Kept me safe from all sins and pains

Mother’s commemoration

Also reminds me

Sweet smell of unseen

Wild flower evaporated in the air

On my movement

That in a moment spreading

A gentle fragrence all the time

Triggers my sense

In every turn of my life

It provides me

A refreshing inspiation

Uninterupted to my jurney

And I make my way slowly and slowly

Go forward more and more

And finally I reach to my destination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota, after long days

 

 

Sulota, after long days

I had atouch of your soft hand

Full of anxiety-

As you have tested

The degree of temperature

Touching my feverish forehead

By your soft palm

Since then I felt gradual cure

And it’s your magic touch

Oh! Su-lota cover me up

Under your saree’s Anchal

Give me warm of your

soft breast

And you see,how soon

I come round

Without any diet

Whenever I think of healing

An abnormal tention

Grips me intensely

It always causes

Me to think of

My healing means

A depurture from your sweet

Company for few more days

And my realease from your

Worried and sincere nursing

May be you don’t know

Without you how much sick

I am in unsick life

Perhaps you don’t know

How unhappy I’m

Foe want of your close proximity

Without you ,deathless death

Comes down in my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Father, once a little boy

 

 

 

Father, once a little boy

who did’nt know

Exact traffic rules of moving left and right

By catching hand you took him out

To the path of life,

Where you’ve gone today

Father,tell me

Leaving that child

Alone in the midst of life

Making him embarassed.

 

That very child

Who even forgot to return home

In the late afternoon

Being engaged in playing.

In the evening, found him out

From the foot of sheuli-tree

Took me up catching my hand

Scolding aaffectionately.

But today,you’ve forgoten

To raise, your loud cry

To bring your affectionate child

To make return to your tiny tot

Even at night.

 

Your little boy

Whom you took to the river Ghat

At childhood to learn swimming,

Didn’t leave his hand alone

Lest your babe should wash away

With violent stream.

Today your child

Struggles floating in the stormy

Wave of life-

And arouses his sorroundings

Raising wailing sound- "father, father"

Yet you forgot

To extend your hand as well.

 

Today what type of indifference

Grips you profoundly.

Alas! you’re now away

From all kinds of

Earthly phenomena.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three Casualties

 

 

 

I remember my childhood

When I eagerly collected a white toy horse

Out of great passion

Oneday while playing

A limb of that horse was damaged accidently—

I tried to recover lost beauty of that horse

By transplanting its organ—

But I couldn’t.

For many days I could not forget

Sorrow of that failure

And loss of physical beauty

Arising out of injury of that horse.

Oneday that horse also lost somewhere.

In the passage of time,

I forgot that sadness of childhood.

 

Other day unmindfully I took another toys

Though I don’t know

When it came to my hand.

After attaining addolesence

While playing my favourite criket game

In the field with a favourite criket ball

Suddenly rolling and rolling

That ball also got watery grave

Into the water of canal

Following violent stroke of my bat.

After searching repeatedly

I didn’t find that green little criket ball

Which was playmate of my early age.

For a long time I fostered my childhood day’s

Sorrow of losing that criket ball.

Oneday that sorrow of adolescent days

Gradually faded in the womb of time.

But I didn’t look back

When I had been enticed with other play.

 

Now in my youthful days

The loss of missing you

Can never be forgotten—

The vaccum of your separation

Seems to be irrepairable.

Your comparision can be made with you

And only with you.

Your unbearable absence

can not be filled up without you.

The loss arising out of missing you

Remains as permanent injuyry-mark

In the midst of my chest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart feels an acute pain

 

 

My heart feels an acute pain

For a few days

In the middle of my chest.

All specialists of chest-disease

Failed to diagnose

In this case.

 

This ailment

Stretched up to the inner part of the heart

Beyond the line of cardiograph and x-ray plate.

How they will know

Whose heartless cruelty

Develops heart-disease in this soft chest

Whose absence created such a large vaccum

In this tiny heart?

Though oneday

Heart-beat of this bosom

Was supposed to be more refreshing

Having your sweet companion.

Yet my heart beat has now been stopped

And comes to a standstill

Like pointer of a watch

Which is out of order,

Due to your unbeatable seperation

In the midst of busy life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were along with me for long

 

 

 

You were along with me for long

That time I could not feel

How much influence you spread in my mind.

Now I see such a big house

Looks deserted in your absence.

Wherever I stare at

I feel sign of your memories

The shirt hung in the ulna,

The broken spectacles on the showcase,

The old rusty wrist-watch on the side-table

Half-read inanimate book of poetry laid on tripod,

Everything tells your memory

With soundless sound

Still the evaporation from your

Perfume-mixed sweating lovely body

Spreads a tempting sweet fragrence in the air

 

Though the fact is that

You have left me long ago.

Still I remember your restless sound

Being irked by failing to find out something

Calling me Mou..Mou..Mou.

“Where are you” where had you been?

Yet I hear that sweet annoying sound

Mixed with affection.

If I pay hear to your footfall in the whole house

One day you felt my necessity crazily in your life.

But today I am like a

Ending part of a burning cigarette

Left abandoned in an ash-tray.

Now I am goining to be gutted

Burning day by day.

For long time you didn’t try to get me

You have forgotten me for a long time.

 

 

 

Shulota, why you burnt

 

 

 

Shulota, why you burnt

This heart in the fire of lust

If you don’t surrender

In the wish of Falgoon—

Birds build their nest

For the cause of love

And rivers also flow to the sea

only for that reason-

But why I am vagrant

in spite of loving you.

You didn’t provide me an abode-

But gave me blessing-

Separation-fraught painful memory.

I flounder in the deep-sea of sufferings

And think over & over again

After having bitter poison of detachment

Won’t I get nectar of meeting you

Won,t I get it in life?

 

 

Whenever I remember you

 

 

Whenever I remember you

It reminds me of

endless vacuum of remote space—

It also reminds waves of endless solitude sea

Which break one after another

And I am floating

In a deserted raft-

No one and nothing around me.

When I think of you

It reminds me

Wailing sound of a bewildered traveler

Who is lost in an endless desert—

The sound that is echoed

In a silent horizon .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

O, restless aspiration!

 

 

 

O, restless aspiration!

Why you are weeping

restlessly inside the heart

When have taken deprivation and

Failure as my unaviodable destiny

In the helpless heart.

Why you want to be established

Being deceived frequently.

Why you speak,coming to my dream.

I have nothing to offer you

Except expressing emotion for you;

Why you stand in front of me.

O, crazy aspiration

Release me from the prison of desire

Don’t capture me

In the dreamy ring of illusion .

 

 

 

Mother I remember

 

 

 

 

Mother I remember

One day you said ‘man after death

Becomes star in the sky’.

Mother you are no more

You had left us untimely

And left forever heartlessly!

Have you been star in the distant sky?

That’s why I cannot sleep

While stare at the star-crowded sky.

And I remember you again and again

Spending whole night without sleep

Beside the open window

Looking at the endless sky.

And look for you

amid thousands of stars.

 

Mother you’re no more

Now disarrayied clothes

Of your boy kept inthe ulna

Lying haphazardly day after day

Books of your child remain

Scattered around

On the reading table and bed.

None put them in order carefully

With unselfish sincerity.

None takes the leftover utensils of kitchen

To the ghat of pond.

To clean them shining.

 

While being tired I return home

No one comes forward to wipe

Sweat from my forehead affectionately

With the sarree’s anchal.

No one says, putting of clothes

Come my boy to eat

Don’t be late.

None becomes busy to arrange

The dishes in the dining table.

Having been ill

While sleeping in bed at night

No one comes with careful silence

To measure The degree of illlness

Putting her hand

On my warm forehead.

No one draws up the dislokate blancket

That slipped away from my body

With affectionate carefullness

Lest the boy should get up from sleep.

While I sleep reading without closing

The book open slightly.

None comes to switch off the light

Closing the half-open book.

 

Mother it is for your

Unbearable absence

Disorder and mismanagement is seen everywhere

In the life of your beloved child.

Neglegence and innumerable defeat

Is also available.

Mother recollecting you again and again

One day I will be star in the sky.

Searching you again and again

Oneday I will also be lost

In the sky of stars

And you will not get opportunity

To forbid me.

 

 

 

Sulota, it is high time to return

 

 

 

Sulota,it is high time to return

Please return to this heart

Else this planet will turn into

A tragic and lonely island.

In a twinkling of an eye

For wailing of a heart.

 

Wind of this world will be havier

Crossing the danger level

With the long sigh of a heart

The level of sea water will exceed

Its danger mark

With the tears of eyes of a heart.

 

Sulota please come back

Come back please

To save a heart

And for the cause of a beautiful world.

 

‘Love is ever undefeatable’

To prove the universal truth

Of this eternal maxim

You rather come back

I call you to come back

In the name of a beautiful world

Again I call you to come back

In the name of saving of a dying heart

I beg you to return

In the name of the prospect of future.

 

Please you come back

And no more hesitation

You come on please

Having faith in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know, you’ve forgotten all now

 

 

I know, you’ve forgotten all now

Yet, forgotten memories

Strike my mind

Over and again mistakenly-

May be you’re now watching

Blue sky and raft of white cloud

Sitting on Balcony

Under the shade of the closing afternoon.

When all my negligent-wounded memories

Remain lying carelessly in corner

Beside your mind.

Who knew your love

Changes rout hundred times

Like a river.

Today multidimensional pains of life

have come and mixed in my life.

It will be wrong

If you think

I have been more alone than earlier

After your departure.

Just to remind you I am telling you

I am not alone

I have your memories with me—

And carrying pain of love

Inside the heart

I was floated long way alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota You’re no more here

 

 

 

 

Sulota, You’re no more here

None comes to this room now-

This abandoned room cries

With melancholy solitude

Like a damaged nest.

 

Sulota, you’re not here

No more voice like sound of bangles

Is heard now and then in this room.

Only an uninterrupted compressed silence

Surrounds this house and yard like the sky

All the time.

 

Hectic wind

Cast glance to the room

Trembling the screen hung in the window -

But finding you no more

It disappears with a heavy heart

Towards an unknown destination.

The full moon at moonlit night

Looks for you by peeping

But becomes silent with a pensive look

Without having trace of you,

Sulota, you are no more.

 

 

 

 

 

If I wish I can go

 

 

 

If I wish I can go

Wherever I like—

Even beyond this field of mustard,

Beyond this turning of road

By passing transparent water of lake

And green allusion of Krishnochura.

 

I can freely move anywhere.

But I can’t leave you

I return to you again and again.

Here and there everywhere I go;

In spite of leaving all

Finally, I stay with you .

 

 

One day Cloud of the sky

 

 

One day Cloud of the sky

turning into raindrop also fall,

River water also dry out sometimes,

Stone also diminishes one day

But why doesn’t memory exhaust?

Why does her memory

Float like unchanged picture

In the ambit of mind?

 

In the mean time,

a long era and centuries Seems to have passed

Since we met long ago.

Yet I remember her exact appearance

That exact lovely face,

Eyebrow-pattern,

Split potol-shaped eyes,

And red line of her lips,

That flood of hair as black as cloud of Srabon.

 

Everything comes to memory

Full stop, comma, semicolon

With every punctuation mark—

Her every word seems to be

A line of the world’s best verse,

Modulation of her voice

Sounds like best song of the world.

Her youthful lovely figure

Appears to be best sculpture of the world.

Forgetting her cannot be possible,

Can it be ?

No, it is difficult to forget her.

 

 

Dear, you tell me

 

Dear, you tell me

How I can change your topic

It is you who is my favorite issue

Without you what is rest for me?

All the time your face

Stands before my eyes.

It is you and you alone

Who remains in my heart.

Each turning of your figure,

Even little fat in the fold

Of your lovely skin

All are memorized in my mind.

And every moment

I recite your glamour.

When I stand before the mirror,

Even I cannot feel

When your lovely face reflects there

Covering my image.

When I go to temple for Worship

I cannot feel

When the idol of goddess

Turn into your shape

And I return worshiping you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fragrence of flower spreads all-around

 

 

 

 

Fragrence of flower spreads all-around

in this just-arrived spring.

Birds’ chirping and Bees’ humming

Make surroundings noisy.

For whom such eager waiting of mine

For these days of Spring,

For whom my making of this floral wreath

With first-bloomed flowers of Spring ;

Where is she…

Who is close to my heart

Who is nearest to my dream

My subject of most endeavor .

Today in this fresh-arrived Spring

Why such torrential rain

Prevailing in my mind’s sky.

Why such deep black clouds of Srabon

Spread over my eyes.

What a crying sound

Beats my heart

Surpassing bird’s and bee’s humming .

Will this new spring of mine

Pass alone

Bearing pain of separation in mind.

Won’t I have her meet?

Will my desire of paying her floral reception

Remain unfulfilled ?

Today grandeur of Spring all over the nature

And Shrabon in all my heart .

With the return of Spring

Song of cuckoo come again

Lots of flower bloomed again .

But without you Spring will

Never come to my life-

Whole of my life will be exhausted

With one season of Shrabon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three-fourth of earth is water

 

 

 

 

Three-fourth of earth is water

And one-fourth land

But no portion of my life has land-

Total portion is water.

Solitude and sorrow

Have accompanied me

Throughout my life.

Still I am surviving

Having recourse to tears.

I am floundering in the sea of tears.

Lot of tears fall in drops

From my eyelid .

Yet why deep thirst prevailing

In my throat whole of my life .

My eye makeup

Wipe out with the tears.

Again and again wipes out.

By stroke of tears

That run down incessantly

From my hazy eyes

All my dreams disappear-

Desire of dreaming a dream

Remains dream only.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dad, how you went away

 

 

 

 

Dad, how you went away

Following a sudden untimely departure

Without giving notice and early declaration

Without bidding farewell

That is given out of inherent courtesy

With out affectionate kiss

To the cheek of your own child.

 

The watch kept on the table,

The Punjabi hung on the ulna

And unfolded spectacles with thick lens

Was lying where it was— And in an odd time

Ominous siesta grasped you forever.

It seems, ages-long tiredness

Streched all over your appearance.

The effect of countless sleepless-night

Visible in your half-closed eyes-

And your eye-lid

Laden with deep sleep.

 

You who kept rousing

The entire house with a hue and cry

Today what a hidden anger

Made you silent suddenly forever.

We’ll never hear again

Selfless advice of carefulness

Without expecting return

“Boy, move on the road very carefully,

While crossing the road

Looking your left and right side. ”

 

Father,on the street

There is unbearable traffic jam today—

Your kid’s breathing

Becomes throttled with

Poisonous smoke of running vehicles

That flood the roads.

Invisible assassin, snatcher

And disguised kidnapper

Wait in ambush in turning of roads,

here and there and in shady and dark lane.

And there’s certain fears

Of being crushed anytime

Following clear enmity

Of speedy and inhuman vehicles,

 

Father, who’ll direct

My way today amid

This toughest complication

To my way of movement ?

Who’ll show me the way of release

Who’ll give me assurance and hope.

 

Father, you tell me

Over which passionate anger

You had been silent forever—

What secret deep injury drove you untimely

Towards such a sudden departure.

Tell me for what an untold annoyance

You are lying now forever

Showing back to life—

You are not responding to anyone’s call

Not even looking back to anyone

Why you are frozen in a deep sleep

Even in such a rising time—

Awaking your child

For infinitive period.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota,I’ll also disappear oneday

 

 

 

 

Sulota,I’ll also disappear oneday

As you.

The path that you have followed

Leaving me one day ,

I’ll also follow it some day

Piercing this circle of relationship.

The track you’ve chosen

I’ll pass on the rest of my life

Searching you on that way.

 

Sulota,the day when you left me

Since then this room becomes

Prison to me.

Without you

The whole day of mine

Turns into an endless dark night.

 

 

Friend, where you go

 

 

 

Friend, where you go

Far or near

I’ll give you shade like the sky

And call you often from distance

Beckoning with the hand .

 

In Autumn, Rain and Spring

I’ll dress me up with

Varied new attire—

But in the heart

I must remain for you.

 

I am sea,

In the heat of Chaitra

When the thin river of water

Will also dry up and disappear—

That day too I’ll call you

To the estuary of sea,

When you’ll not love me

I’ll love you that day also.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So immense a darkness

 

 

 

So immense a darkness

In my life

That the whole sky is invisible.

Yet I dream of the moon

And remain sitting with a hope

That one day my sky will be illuminated

By the full moon,

I hunt a meaning for survival.

 

I know there is no garden

In my barren desert

Yet I hope this land of desert

Will be an oasis one day,

Flowery Spring will come

One day to my life,

And flowers will laugh.

 

Dream is needed for life.

It is also necessary for welcoming

The days coming ahead.

So I dream and dream,

I dream sleeping

And dream more while awaking.

 

I know in this sea having no beach

Water and water is everywhere

No mark of seashore.

Still I believe

I must find a port

One day in this endless sea;

One day to your Ghat

Boat of my life must anchor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota, I’ve many outstanding debts

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota, I’ve many outstanding debts

to you.

Memories that you left

Are invaluable assets in my life.

 

I have unlimited liabilities to you

Even shedding tears ceaselessly

I know

This obligation will never set aside.

 

So,I remember you in tears

Only your memory

That I bear for whole of my life

With sadness and loneliness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eternity snatches everything of mine

 

 

 

Eternity snatches everything of mine

Like unkind and greedy bandit.

Breath, youth, life

Emotion of heart…

Everything get lost

In the violent tide of infinity.

Everything goes missing

to the womb of time in turn.

Or goes under cover of dust.

Only love and love alone

That remains unsleeping

All over the mind

In the guise of evergreen

Across my senile heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota, in this life

 

 

 

Sulota,in this life

I move onto so many roads

Here and there all day long.

I see man ,trees, sunrise, sunset-

At last , came back to you

At the end of the day

The path you follow is mine

You are my final destination.

 

If you ask about my interest

whether I like flower

Whether I like moon

Honestly I will admit that

I love them but first of all

You are my first choice

And you are my final option.

 

Excepting you, I have nothing

In this world which is favorite to me.

For survival I need

Light, air and lots of things

prior to everything I long for you first.

It is you who is my bee of soul

Kept hidden in a pouch

As the story of fairy tale .

 

All day

I speak of movement

I speak of revolution

I speak of my liking

I speak of love-

In all the issues repeatedly

Your issue comes first

Finally it is you

Who is final end of my life .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear, when I feel you’re no more

 

 

 

Dear, when I feel you’re no more

In front of eyes

Even then you exist in my heart.

When your scared footstep arouse instantly

And disappears in a moment adorn

Still then if I pay ear to

I can hear

Your anklet-worn footfall

That sounds around me ceaselessly.

 

When I don’t see you opening my eyes

I look for you closing my eyes down

I find you’re close to me

You’re in my feelings

In every vein, sub vein and blood cells,

I feel your touch

In bodiless embrace.

 

Though you’re not in front of eyes

Your seat spread all over my heart today.

Stretching your sari’s anchal

You remain sitting in the throne of my heart

Like a queen.

And I’ve no scope to miss you.

 

You’re surrounding my world

Like a vast sky

You’re indivisible like flow of river

And undividable like the wave.

My life and you

Have been combined together

Like the water and bank of a river

Like my love and poem

You have been merged in my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is a long time you’ve departed

 

 

 

 

It is a long time you’ve departed

Yet in the obsession of drowsiness

I can hear

Jingle of your bangle.

Still I overhear

of your anklet sounding easily.

 

Smell of your lovely figure

Spreads invisible fragrance,

Looks of your big eyes

Stretched all over the sky.

Everything exists except you.

 

Green nature flies now

Being your printed sari’s anchal

River tide flows like your rhythmic motion

The song of the birds strikes my ear

As your voice .

I don’t notice

When you and nature

Has been merged in my heart .

 

 

 

 

Sulota I don’t know where you’re now

 

 

 

Sulota I don’t know where you’re now

But oneday you’re

Inseperable part in my life.

Even I could not think

Of this life without you.

Neverthless,I live alone today

Without having you beside me.

Even I can’t imagine

What type of life it is.

 

You that very person

Without whom I can’t go on

For a single moment

Are no more today.

Many a morning,noon and

Afternoon rolled down

I can’t believe

How I could pass time in such a loneliness.

 

Sulota,can you imagine

River without bank

Cloud without sky,nest without bird?

No.you can’t.

Sulota,similarly my existence

Is incredible without you

And thus

My life is unbearable,endangered too.

 

Oneday my heart sought release

Resorting to your love.

But you are no more today.

I am as though confined

Like a self-convicted

Captive prisoner in a solitary dark cell

In the prison of pain and depression.

 

Sulota, please you do come

And take to the light.

I am awaiting you

For endless period.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No One knows

 

 

 

No One knows

When the happy moments of life is lost.

One day there’s moon in the sky

Fragrence of flower in the air

As well as I was there too

And there was a vacant seat beside me

Only for you.

But you were not there on that day.

And I was alone.

 

Today you’ve come

In the full dusk of my life

Though I possess

Strong desire to see you

In the light and shade

But failed to see

Your total appearence

Opening both of my eyes

You seem to be a hazy spectrum.

 

Though spring days of my life is gone

You’ve now sprouted untimely

Like a bud of hope in my life

Now such an unfortunate time

I search in vain a vernal mood in you.

 

 

Nondita, where you stay now

 

 

 

Nondita, where you stay now

And how you are

Whose beloved now you are

I don’t know,I don’t know.

 

On that corridoor of college and campus

While climbing up the stairs case

Many a time we’ve exchanged looks

Exchanged our words of minds in a silent look.

 

Nondita we don’t know

In which ends of two polar

Of the earth we’ve staying

Between that two ends

Memories of love stretched

For a long time we could not meet.

 

With the passage of time

We don’t know where we were thrown

Like a star which lost its orbit.

Time is creating invincible distance

Between us.

Everything ruins I know

But still memories of

Those days alive.

 

 

 

When all your claims

 

 

 

When all your claims

I have accepted unconditionaly

Why you conflict with me meaninglessly

Why such type of non-co-operation.

 

Madhobi, still last moment hasn’t been over

Still there is love,passion,favour

In the heart.

Madhobi please come back

Come back to the heart of my ove.

Let us make our life meaningful.

 

Depriving me

You will have nothing but deception.

Friend,come on

Let us make this moon and moonlight

Smile of blossomed flower meaningful

With the song of our love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sulota one day because of your presence

 

 

 

Sulota one day because of your presence

I had so many dreams

Now you are no more in my life

So there are vast vacuum in my heart

As though when a caged bird left cage

Vacuum inside the cage looks.

 

Sulota you have left me

My heart becomes now

A silent solitary fellow land.

It looks so silent and solitude

As though after a train having left

The station,

The platform of the station

Remains with a glommy isolation

And for sometime festival-like

Hue and cry stopped.

Sulota such is my heart

Crying with silent pain

As silence come down while festival closed.

 

Sulota in your absence

Every line of my poem

Truns into dry drops of tears.

Sulota in my silent look

There are tearless silent wailing.

Sulota you are not with me today,

With a heavy heart caused by seperation

I wrote verses of sorrow again and again

If it solace my heart

If it make me forget

Inner sufferings of my heart

For a while.

I seek at present relese

Under the shelter of poetry.

 

 

 

I remain sitting alone

 

 

 

I remain sitting alone

Facing a lot of thoughts

And talk to me by myself.

River and women never know

To return.

It is in vain to remain

Sitting in waiting

And making string with tears.

 

 

I am sitting alone

In a gloomy solitude

Taking in the heart

Only unending sands

And endless vaccum.

 

One have to bear

Flow of pain emanating

From river Folgu

In the chest secretly

Loving river and woman.

 

 

 

I know light of lamp is for all

 

 

 

 

I know light of lamp is for all

But the burning of light

That know

Only for unfortunate death of insexcts.

Such is your love I know

To light the heart of all other

And only to burn me.

 

I know your attraction for all

Your love for all

And I know

Your negligence only for me

I know this cruel disregard

Only for me.

 

 

Sulota, when I will be no more

 

 

 

Sulota, when I will be no more

In this world

Pain of my seperation

Will echo and re-echo

In the soul of all secluded hearts.

 

My pain arising out ofunfulfilled desire

Will re-echo that day too

In the silently-fallen flower,

In the secretly-fallen dewdrops

In the dark of night.

My unfortunate long sigh

And frustration of dissatisfaction

Will merged with suddenly arrived

Gusty and squally wind.

 

The deep black-cloud of Srabon sky

Being image of my heart

Will shadow in the heart of my redears.

I know on that day also

Your stone-like cruel heart

Won’t fall like a spring of compassion.

 

Sulota because of not-getting you

“I gained nothing in mmy life”

Bearing such type of feeling

Who spent life;

For him I know that day also

You won’t shed even

A little drop of tears.

 

On that you won’t create

A symbolic oasis for me

With the flowers of love

In the arid desert of your mind .

Sulota on that day also

You will be marked in my life

Being a big “No” like the sky.

 

 

O, my life oneday you’re

 

 

 

O, my life, oneday you’re

Of dream and impractical imagination

Of unpredicted impossibility.

 

 

And today

In the life-driven struggle

Every moment

We are injured, blood-spattered

And tired.

 

 

Ah life

Why you weren’t

Alike a sweet little music

Alike a rythmic poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For a long time

 

 

 

For a long time

I am bed-ridden in a cabin of hospital.

And the hospital seems to be my abode.

No posibility of recovery rests for me.

I am now passing my days in waiting

For the last day of my life.

 

Yet, the bed of hospital

When I recollect your memory off and on

I get back spirit of life instantly

I egarly wish to survive one more day

Only to see you one more day.

 

I am not so unhappy

With the confirmation of my ensuing death,

And if I die I cannot see you more

I cannot think you more

And that is the deepest sorrow in my life

At this moment.

Look how many phial of medicine

Huge variety of diet dumped in front of me

And every hour I am getting

Advice of apron-worn doctor.

But nothing could cure me

Even never can.

And love

Only your love can save my life.

 

Dear make me cureed

With your love today.

With the warm of your soft breast

Give life to my cool deadbody.

Capture me with your warm hug

Death will never be able to snatch me.

 

 

This song, this melody

 

 

 

This song, this melody

This flower,this bird

River and nature

All are lovely—due to your presence.

 

This grief, this frustration

This hoax, this death

Still pleasent—only because of your love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Let There Be Rain

  • ISBN: 9781370658282
  • Author: Shafiqul Islam
  • Published: 2016-10-20 22:50:16
  • Words: 8288
Let There Be Rain Let There Be Rain