Mournful widow

Mournful widow O my mournful widow Pale purple blue Why thou look so sad today in the silhouette of the evening shadow Black widows Willows by my windows weep and whisper in the murmur of the late-night moon While the sycamore and mahogany sigh and weep more Mournful widow Mourn no more Life’s only death’s …

There

by Shampad Mutakabbir Rahmatullah   Have you ever kissed light on the lips? There, In the shade of the banyan tree? Seduced by the sight of the contours of its sightless eyes, Penetrating, Deep into your lofty ululations; Of the laughter of children And the broken dreams of an era long lost, Lived, In an …

September 2012

September 2012 Chill air in the wind, September night I could feel the presence of winter as she waits far away to arrive Leaves will be shedding soon Trees will become leafless and nude They will make ready themselves against the fury of the hoary white bride September 2012 You will be soon gone and …

Ballarat

by Anika Karim   Service to sever And dismember; To disremember you Who live within me Nestless in my restless lore Of yesteryear… To delirious highs Of solemn castrati harmonizing civilizations, This story cares naught for thirsty stratospheres Or greedy mummies Of lovelorn false Friars. For the heroine lives within your frozen “Horror movie perfection” …

Hold still

Hold Still Hold still Be calm Let me make love to you as the sun turn and the moon unfurl Be still Hold your tongue Let our lips meet Let our flesh fill us with fun Summery summer has gone haywire So is the wheel of the hub Where the heart of Universe invite us …

Bangladesh

Bangladesh Bangladesh The mango-trees in monsoon-rain Lily lilac in sun-lit flame Green meadow Paddy-fields-prem Innocence roam around Beauty bathes Under the beauteous moonlit lake Bangladesh Miss your walk through the silent maze Misty morning Lotus-dame Ekusey Book Fair Evening congregation under the ages-old, ancient oak, banyan and mahogany trees, trails– The Royal Bengal The hilsha, …

Willow

Willow Willow weep Willow weep Seven seas sway and sweep the watery grief of the wavy wisp Woods woebegone Silver spring The Savannah lay stretched and smooth as the scorching sun of the summer stream down the heat of the summery noon O my willow Weep no more I’ve come to comfort you I’ve come …

The Last Refugee

A poem by Shehzar Doja(Bangladesh) and Aleksandra Spaseska (Macedonia) I And here We stand on the edge of Man’s eye, weathered shoulders upon wearier shoulders, the last of Us, remnants of a cold decaying Truth. II Where art thou, Brother? Quo vadis, Brother? left me shattered, spited, sprained, torn apart from mother’s dew silenced was …