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Taimur Khan Poetry |Popular poet of modern India

Taimur Khan


(1)

THE GOAL , DIFFERENT 

   MEANS TO GET AT


The road,

Spiralling towards ,

The destination !


The weariness,

Mitigated by,

The soothing moonlight 

In the forest !


Still ,

As we're ill advised

Not quietly refreshed !


Quo vadis ?


The heritage shops

Busy till then,

Selling their wares !


The promotion,

They do not require ,

Any,

For the merchandise !


Human's conscience  

Either,  it's

Or, apprehension ,

That made them

Shaking terribly !


The old customs

Beckon us

To retrospect !


While someone ,

Busy, 

Making provisions 

For the ensuing winter ,


And someone quenching 

His thirst

While others 

Lost their vitality

And looks worn out 

Completaly !


Turning around...

We get to know,


How far the distance 

Still remained ?

 

Goal is the same,

Means vary

Self pride prefers 

To remain reticent !


The night appears, 

Long,

And dreary !


Though the dawn is 

Only few moments 

Ahead,

Just crossing 

The orange grove ,

Beside the youthful spring !


And there's apple garden

That looks magnificent 

At day break !


Confused, 

We all are,

Little bit, 

Imperious too !


Interdicted song, 

We all, 

Are singing

But, inaudibly !


(2)

THE VERACITY

Truth is nothing 

Whether perceive or not


Or,

Whether spoken 

Or unspoken


Cloudy, it's ,

It's about to rain 

Any moment !


The euphoria is rising

At the fields ..


By the way,

Euphoria, what it's ?


It's nothing ,

But a mystic bird 

That eggs on it

To bubble up !


Truth is infact,

TRUTH !


That's 

Perception,  a bit ,

And 

A bit , conception !

(3) 

THE ALM SEEKER 


Stream, we cross over,

And traverse the channel .

Let's find out,

Acting, who's surreptitiously ?

The road is way far

Stop by, so we.

Comma, as if ,

Before the full stop !

Gates are random,

Here and there.

As if a hillock ,

Pushes before semicolon .

Commotion, Not it's, for 

Demon and it's side kick.

Rather its a big bazar

Like an extended dash .

Atleast, therefore , let the Moon

Confesses  before the colon ,

Who hath keep their 

Fingers together

And extend , 

Who hath theirs ?


(4) 

STAY FOR NIGHT 


Identity, I do conceal ,

But realisation, 

Still get into me,

Constitution is conceived,

None other than 

The righteous persons !


The righteous people,

Who're they ?


Never, I get to know,

The truth,

But the civilisation ,

Continues to witness

The bloodshed 

For reason, 

Yet no reason at all !


When the 'night' becomes 

Inactive,

The heart is coming out,

In excessive apprehension !


(5)

 AND,  IT'S ME ALL AROUND


Birds, I won't catch again 

And the cage, therefore,

I shall stave in !

The reminiscence

That contains 

The bird catching moments ,

Drive out I shall,

Unhesitatingly !

And thereafter, announce

'Profession, I've naught,

From this moment onwards,

Gentle breeze, my life 

Has now become !


Whosoever, it may be,

Gives a puff of air 

I shall blow resonantly,

In tune with him,

The fragrance of flowers 

Smears into my physique .

The rustling of leaves 

Stir up the passionate Amour,

Or, I would be rolling 

Over and over

In the desolate place

All alone ,

With none to give me company !


Vacant space ,

They all would notice,

But I'm still around 

Invisible !

'What a biting cold !'

Trembled, they 

In the freezing  cool !

Still around , I'm 

In the space

Apparently looked vacant !

They'd exclaim in joy

At the onset of spring 

Despite then,

It's me, again  all around.

And, thereafter,

It's only me, me 

And me ..only,

The Air -

The omnipresent !


 (6)

THE TALE OF THE DAY-END


The day-end about to descend !

All the hold -back moments ,

Dissolved into the darkness !

Braving my countenance 

I look upon at far

Only for her !


Never did I disclose ,

About my loss,

And about shattering

Of my secret vision !

But, Only the crow caw,

As if in the know,

While flying over my head !

This life of mine 

Likely to end up

In dissipation


There're  so many flamboyance ladies

Past by 

On the road 

That's over facing me,

Followed by passerine 

Above the sky ,

And roaring muscle men !

Notify, I did 

To the ancient cloud messenger 

About all such development !


I kept standing

Braving the vagaries 

Of weather,

And social disturbance !

Remained unmoved

Even facing enormous grief !

I kept motivating

"While there is life, 

There has to be

A silver lining of hope

Any where ahead,

Even if it's hidden 

Under darkness !"


   (7) 

SELF-PRIDE SPRINKLED WITH TOUCH OF SADNESS


Sulking ?

Don't you feel  like

To go to sleep ?

Hey dear !

How long will you keep awaking ?

Return, you know,

She won't again

Never, I'm afraid, 

You may  see her anon !


Contact of such distant place

Not  available , 

Rather, you see,

It's  a far fetched place 

To get at !

But still you're sulking

And hoping

Against hope !



(8)

 THE APOCALYPSE


The deadly weapons

Are now on the offing 

With user's manual 

To do away with the 

Human being 

With minimum efforts !


The State, thereby,

Assumed the name 

"Catastrophe'

In matching riposte

The ruler becomes 

'Disaster' ,

And the police

Prefere to be known,as

'Debacle ' !


Practicing, we're, 

Now 

To welcome death

And to let out 

Shrill cry !


Whether we shall cry

Or, resist ,

Make a loud sound

Or, 

Die silently 

All these confusions

Added with 

Life threats 

Tell upon 

Our spine 

And we become 

Cowards

All  days 

through nights.

As a consequence,

The 'dread'

Gets better

Of us !

 (9) 

THE TRADITION, CONTINUANCE OF


An ashen field,

That covers the bulk extent

Of the jungle,

Frequented by the primordial 

Planets and stars,

And 

Infested with hazardous

Caves and wilderness,

Around !

The composer of Vedic hymns,

Would come into existence 

Here, at this place. 

The celestial nymphs need 

To make their presence 

Felt, too !


A stream facing over the forest 

Flowing silently .

Birds would crowded the place

In flocks !

The gentle breeze,

Cheers them up,

With soothing blow !

And, 

One day,

A forest belle,

Would come into life,

Through birth

At this very place !


The chariot carrying 

The royal King

Stops here!

The beautiful fawns 

Caress the girl with their mouths.

The flowers would be

Absorbed with consultation 

In whispers.

And the royal King ,

Exchanges his ring

With the damsel,

At this 

Open and serine place !

               

                 (10)

THUNDERCLAP


Thunderclap becomes usual,

Now-a-days !

Return home, though,

I , could still, 

That's on, 

None other place,

But in this planet 

Of ours own, itself !


Luxury,  we can do ,

To illuminate our room,

My better half washes her

Work-fatigued physique 

And,

Spreads out her sari

On the rope rack,

Outside !



Taimur Khan, born: 28 January 1967, in Birbhum district of West Bengal, India. Father and Mother: Zikir Khan and Nawratun. Education: Studies in Bengali literature and P,H,D. 22 have been published.


Some of the notable book of poems: Hiranya fish playing all night in Jyotsna, Junction of crazy afternoon, Unanswered laughter in the silence, The sound of the sleepless, The window of the house of desire, Civilization trembling in the fever of wonder, etc. Awarded: Kabirul Islam Memorial Award, Natun Gati Literature Award, Barnik Literature Award etc. Address : Ramrampur (Shaantipara), Post Office Rampurhat, District Birbhum, Pin Code 731224, West Bengal, India. 

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