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| 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.
