Anger

Avoid using anger to claim
Your world, no matter what.
Choose your words,
Use them diligently,
Like a driver on a freeway.
Remember.
Anger is a grass that
Doesn't serve any purpose.

Beyond you

You can snatch my land,
My property, severe
Everything as far as I can see,
But you cannot separate
Me from my memories.

You can go away
For good, asunder
All that belonged to us
But the stories
We wrote together.

Camaraderie

You can snatch my land,
My property, severe
Everything I can touch and see
But you cannot separate
The sky from me
Such is our camaraderie.

Sky is the limit

Blue witness
Hanging from above
Sees every action
Doesn't praise, condemn
Always present,
As the silent friend.

Shelters the stars
And the clouds,
Drops water and light
On the blue planet
Every moment, anew
Without judgement.

O firmament!
I want to be like you.

Charming fellow

Charming fellow

You are perpetually in disguise
I am in splits at your wit and humour
But I sense a hatred, hidden inside
To the point I cannot believe my eyes,
What do you want beloved actor?
Are you a Chaplin, or a Hitler?

Come out of your shell,
You beautiful soul.
Liberate yourself from this helpless hell
Say hello to your outstanding role.

Kill all your judgements with practice and skill,
You'll certainly feel the presence of love
That's when you'll really heal.
Kindness will shower from above.

Everyone around you will instantly know
You are a genuine friend, not a faking foe.

Use your sense first, before you follow
An actor, a destroyer, or just a simple guy,
Whatever you do, never hurt, nor lie.
Instead of harming, be a charming fellow.

Outstanding civilisation

Outstanding civilisation 👏👏👏

We are stern.
We are Western.
We teach the world
How to talk, walk
Sit, shit, sing, dance
Play, pray, prey, fuck, suck.

We are born to govern.
Of our skin, we are 'con'scious
We are always scornful of others.

We are the originators
Of world wars.
Gifted disasters beyond pardon
But carried the white man's burden.
We're superiors.
We're superiors.
They're inferiors.
They're inferiors.
They're blacks.
They're brown.
Bloody niggers.

We have civilized the world
With our language and beverage.
Our dictionary is full of kind words.
We are proudly cruel, clannish, racist, renowned for our elegant rage.
We were thieves in the past.
Now we're one of the richest countries
In the global village.

We have looted, ransacked the world
With all kinds of arms and weapons
Under the winsome firmament.
But now, we are the prominent
Forerunners of peace and disarmament.

We are stern.
We are western.
We teach the world
Of most anything
Under the sun.
But we're not here to learn.
This is our curious civilisation.

I want to be

The title is not incomplete
Just in case
You're looking for any suspense.

For the aim inside me
Just wants to be...

The soul wants to bloom
With all its seven properties;
Happiness, power, peace
Love, purity, knowledge, bliss.

With all of these
Priceless qualities
I'm rich, wealthy, wise
I have the stars in my eyes.

I want to be Buddha
Not a Buddhist,
Jesus, not a Christian
Mohammed, not a Muslim
Krishna, not a Hindu.

The world has imprisoned
The guys
In places of worship
With garlands, incense sticks,
Worse still, they're in words
They're bound within scriptures.

They come to me in disguise
In the dead of a night
Whisper all these in my ears...
That they're conditioned in chains
For many many years
With tears in their eyes
Kisses on their lips
They're recounting me these
As bedtime stories,
That they want to be free.

All of this though
I can never share you know.
I wouldn't even dare
To hurt people's sentiment
They'll think of me as irreverent,
As insane, or irrelevant?
But what do I care
I have Him by my side
I'm not afraid anymore
To breathe in their air.

With folded hands,
Genuflecting knees
I would never expect you
To marry me.

But I'd lay bare what they say
In every minute of the day,
Be like us, not follow us
We never killed, nor hated others.
Preaching is more important
Than the Preacher
How could you disrespect the teachings
And claim to love the Teacher?

Live up to the words
Otherwise lifeless,
Act upon them.
You can be who you are
And enjoy being in the game.

Difference

Difference

Thousand candles
Different demeanor
Burning...
From the same flame.

Thousand beings
Different tongues
Speaking...
Of similar feelings.

Thousand flowers
Different fragrance
Celebrating birth...
From the same earth.


All conflicts end
When we close our eyes,
Look at the Source
With our burning soul,
Wisdom surfaces,
Difference dies.

Garbage

Garbage

I can only pray for you
Laudable, pithy, writer
But I will never visit your page
For you've used your talent
By watering a plant that
Breeds hatred, war, dissent
With pedestrian words
Borrowed from your
Hackneyed, hollow world.

You may write very well
But to me
You are far from a poet.

You give water on a plate
To a crane
And smirk at his clumsiness
Why the bird with a long beak
Is not speaking like you
Your language!
How'd you walk the talk
With your foxy jaw
If you were to express
Your jargons in their ways?
Your sanity dear friend
Must have taken a voluntary leave
From consciousness.

Sadder still to see
The support you have bagged
By spilling holy stool
From your flaunting tool;
You did voice the dream
Of your tremendous team.

This stereotype war
Will never ever end
Not at any cost
For you still nurse
A Holocaust
In your brain
What a pity
You are not even conscious
How horribly you're nasty
Our only commonality,
Maybe we're both refugees.

Now I know why my lines
Had to be your faves
This was the only way
You could trap me in your cave
And I could glance what kind
Of a game is cooking inside your mind.

It's such a disgust to see your distaste
Mentioning the name of the place
Where you stayed, looted, plundered, murdered
Like a hungry monster
In a ravenous rage
For centuries of years.

For sure I'm on a different path
I'm not in this tongue-war of a thirsty game
I will pray for peace for sure
Maybe your part of the world
Is beyond cure
You come again as a shameless trader
We'd mark you as a betrayer
We'll show you the door.

The sheer number of bards in your cage
Gives me this blue horror
Of a silent terror
Of a hiss hiss
Towards a role reversal
Of a bunch of unwanted guests.

But I promise you this
I shall never visit your dirty page
For I don't want to feed on garbage.

শর্ত

শর্ত

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