Still in the same world, we belong to different spheres
You on that side and me on this:
we can do nothing but remember each other
The memories of you and me hang like posters
on the wall of the Ekushe bookfair
at the doil field, under the shade of the bakul tree at Charukala
at Hakim square, in the hoodless rickshaw
at the florists of Shahbag, at the open field of TSC
on the water of Ramana lake
in a night of shades and lights
on our bed of love
I remember when I returned this time
my heart dissolved in your tears
The pocket of my shirt was wet
Reaching the end of my memories
I wear that shirt every night
and write love poems to you
Do I really write poems
Or do my poems cry with me?
(Zakir Hussain Khokhon)
SHADES OF LIGHT AND DARK
Maybe I feel something.
A soft heart or a gentle breeze, a sensation
Maybe a night of wakefulness
Shades of light and dark floating in the moonlight
Maybe I am waiting for someone, and someone for me.
Maybe one evening, a garden of clouds would desire me,
only me. In a warm magpie forest,
Maybe I am losing myself in a dream
Maybe a generous shade lulls me to sleep in broad daylight
And the vortex of sand and water pulls me in.
Maybe I am waiting at the gates of a kingdom.
Perhaps a bird, a strand of grass hides in my world
The breeze from the sails of the horizon
raising the rhythm through the calm nocturnal sea.
Maybe I will see a kite looking for its string
A paused rain drop, a search
waiting in front of me
Magic has spread a mountain of illusions
calling us by waving discarded feathers
Maybe I will step into the rumblings of a forest
A leaf, a summer, surrounded by the golden sun
on a field full of harvest
A lonely elusive call losing faith and closing its fists.
Maybe I am waiting for a moment
An impression, a smell or an empty house
A feeling of silent tiredness
Walking down the path of prose that excites my soul.
(Rajeeb Shil Jibon)
LESSONS FROM CIRCUMSTANCE
Have you also engaged
your daughter to be wed?
Does the fear of dowry
burn in your belly too as fire?
I fell, not knowing how to walk,
you would pick me up
when you fell, unable to walk
I pushed you
away. Regards, the
modern, (un)civilized family
A peculiar disease.
The world’s deadliest afflictions
cancer, AIDS, ebola,
kill by their presence.
kills by absence.