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Poem#11
You and I on a rickshaw ride
Empty streets-  the hood upright;
It is 'hotral'; there is no one to be seen
Roadside trees cast overhead, a canopy green;
Dry golden leaves blown on the concrete floor
A pleasant sun, a pleasant wind- and what more!

It is just you, it is just me
And sometimes it is the rickshaw puller looking back (at us) to see
The shy wheels creak as he gives his pedals a push
On your lovely hair the wind makes an ambush!

We get close- a little touch- a little kiss
And I am lost in serene bliss
It begins to rain cold; you grow scared your mother will call
She will scold, she will find out and all-
You hush me silent,  your finger on my lips as you pick the phone-
On the other side I hear a raucous tone
You lie to your mother all along
And then you tell me, "15 MINUTES, and I must be gone!"

But your poet is too lost to listen in his dream
Musing in the love that he has seen-
'Oh rickshaw puller vai in the rain, you are dripping dead;
Pull out your plastic and cover your head
You can't catch cold, you have miles to go
On your fare, I promise, the double I will owe
Hit your pedals and takes us far
Through Dhaka's streets in your lovely car!'


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poem#10

Perhaps it is not the crown that I seek
It is not the treasure I am after;
Not every man gets his prize
Not every ending a laughter!
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Poem #9

I am I am lost lost
In your in your thought thought
Floating floating high high
Painted painted sky sky
Twinkling twinkling star star
Shining shining far far
Magic magic cloud cloud
Tweeting tweeting loud...

I am I am blind blind
Losing losing mind mind
Falling falling low low
You can't you can't go go
You can you can save save
My heart my heart grave grave!
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poem#8

I do not have to say it twice
It is written all over my face
My eyes;
You don't look
You don't listen!

In the court of law
         (even) the devil gets a defence
In the cour ot love
                    the romeo, an audience;

My crime has been the most dire
My attempts only the most bold
But while you ignore and hide and hold
The  ominous jury seals my faith to the pyre!
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poem#7

Will you please listen to what I have to say?
Over a cup of coffee
Or perhaps some other day
By the road side stall
At the campus mall
Or anywhere at all
Will you please listen to what  I have to say?
There is a deep pain that  I know
Dark empty spaces that I tread
And my heart plays a melancholy strain
                                                          again
                                                               again.
Will you please listen to what  I have to say?
Today, tomorrow, some other day?
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poem #6
I deal my own cards
I deal them as I like;
My spades the sharpest, my clubs the most brutal, my diamonds the finest...
But only my hearts r fragile;
I know no game
I konw no trick
To get you by my side!
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poem #5
There is no point in hiding what you feel...
Hiding will only kill;
There is no point in silence,
Silence will never heal!
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poem#4
Let this be a wasted day
With lots to do and lots to say...
There is nothing said and nothing done
There is no care, no concern!

Let this be a useless day
No dream or pursuit to dictate the way,
There is no urge to scale the peak
No mission to follow, no prize to seek!

...
And there is no losing a turtle race
No need to caution and no need to pace!

This is the day I am cast away
In the tacit grim of the soul I seek;
This is the day ‘I don’t know what to say’
All my efforts are fumbles bleak!
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poem#3
A hundred roses for her
and one more
She is the beauty I have seen and the angel I know
A hundred roses for her
and one more
She is the joy to my life  and the bliss to my soul

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Poem#2
What attracts the eyes, attracts the mind
What attracts the mind, attracts the soul
What attracts the soul, is an obsession blind
To fight no matter how bloody the toll!
 
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