Seeds gathering

Every corner city gets thicker where
we get by a high raise tabernacle
Look up to an endless suave hands sky.
But couldn’t find that there is not.

Rather our faces feel concealed
under a romanesque architectural holdings
of a robust static prayer halls.

Rough days on streets, coarse corporate time
gasp pedestrians, drivers, hobos for breathe.
All down to the streets for a little relief
be more stuck more of a detained fella.

Where are the sacred peacocks over town
all consecrate doves or swans to entreat?
How far have to go through the stone crafts
How about gather on every side
A fallen leaf is in the middle of worshippers
Let a rose be a prayer house lagoon in heart.
Footprint of an orphanage on dust.

Be a sacred assemblage of million devotees
In between harsh paycheck to paycheck
theology comes afirm heartedness and seeds.

Grey elegance

Party goes on with semi artistic music
being performed one after another.
All of our artitic sociological mind set
does not know how to process them
How to endorse within our panditry.
It’s crowd dance flowing all over floor.
They are strange widely working smart.
My intellectual friends on dinner table
are stunt going through dilemma
to technicise their taste and colors.
They all of my cognitive pals settled
in losing their scientific panorama.
How bumpy to figure out an uncut truth
losing judgement is a kind of elegance.

Long trip

Dedcated to Michelle Elissa Cohen &
Lenin Mehedi Zaman.

Home is like a fly on milk upon burners
Little insects buzz, come back to milk
This is the land where leaves of a tree
Go by the sheds of manufacturing lines.

Green citizens red citizens of hard knock life
Meditate in dinning table have bread and beer
Verses of Holy book describe daily proses
Put the dark glory of ancestors on the table.

Honda civic runs too fast under the hills
towards lake tahoe look through the mirrors.
The way to water all of travelers early years
start peeling out neighborhood peers, smells
Tears and bookmarks, games and all dusts.

Seems open up the closets of memories
With tiny shoes friends of our little kindness.
Upcoming heights right here sky and hills
Highway drive quietly takes all the wings away.

Folks inside the cars softly become horses
Run along their small towns and village crowd,
Travelers being deers run ardent after shadow
Under the motion of losing and getting bulbs
In between reminiscences past and upcomings.

Monks under water

North Atlantic ocean with bunch of whales
inaugurating a realm of cetaceans
Where they scared where
they instantly brave enough
meditate their threads of back in the days.

Photographer under deep blue water astonished as it happens.
Striking current flows onward
no indications were being given
where did all baleens come so plucky from?

Fierce orcas swim around,
So do sharks savagely in a flock.
They can zap the whales in a hot second.

The more jeopardy take shapes
around the whales under wobbly water
they stand desperately meditative
accentuate the phase of nirvana in stupor.

Where their life is more dodgy
they don’t get timorous anymore
In fear the whales are more yogi monks.
Do not move away at any extent
they are submerged, meditative
and utmost spiritual waiting for no goal.

Coming supermarket

Central penn a small town Lock Haven
and quiet river susquehanna are two sisters
Natives are there country flowers in between
they are in their little hood are crafted
consanguinal kin without even blood relations.

One main street assimilated all denizens
in one loving premise with walks and smiles.
Pop and mom stores run this small town
they go heaven home with the sun goes down.

All locals proud to have a University in town
College goers are angels among carpenters
car mechanics, farmers and beseball coaches.
A little Amish village grow maize few miles away
sell produces in a convenience store on corner.

A rumour has been there door to door
a supermarket is gonna be leaning forward
in the heart of unrhetorical Lock Haven anytime
One-day that hearsay rigorously came true.

It was just not like a supermarket in a big city
it appeared like a muscleman from nowhere.
Since then gingerly Lock Haven doesn’t have kids
playing festively on yards and corners.

Mom and pop don’t have their handicraft shop
neither they do convenience store with balloons
rather they commute bigger towns for checks.

Now the kids and a pet wait long afternoon
at the door until mom or dad coming Haven
after hassling in a far town store nine to seven.

Tattooed wings

A thriving young poet all of a sudden
Desperately looking for a cafe
Where he wants to recite a poem
In front of the poetry lovers.

The word poetry lover is bit risky
It’s kinda mean that folks who
have money to go to seashore
whenever they want to swing by.

They usually buy most expensive
Domaine de romanee, Nat shermane,
screaming eagle, or winston cocktails
they say off and on money doesn’t matter
It can buy food but can not buy appetite.

He found a cafe where poets carry on
their poems every monday and friday.
That cafe has a beautiful name
Tattooed wings- colourfully decorated.

But there he found a little hurdle
The poets are there to recite poems
has to be either gay or lesbian.
He seriously love to get there to recite
but he has been dating a hot girl
flying with tattooed wings since last week.

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বদরুজ্জামান আলমগীর

কবি, নাট্যকার, অনুবাদক।

কবিতা : পিছুটানে টলটলায়মান হাওয়াগুলির ভিতর।
নদীও পাশ ফেরে যদিবা হংসী বলো। দূরত্বের সুফিয়ানা।

প্যারাবল : হৃদপেয়ারার সুবাস।

ভাষান্তরিত কবিতা : ঢেউগুলো যমজ বোন।
জালালউদ্দিন রুমির কবিতা, মসনবি : মোরাকাবা ও জলসংগ্রহ।

ছিন্নগদ্য : সঙ্গে প্রাণের খেলা।

নাটক : নননপুরের মেলায় একজন কমলাসুন্দরী ও একটি বাঘ আসে। পুণ্যাহ। আবের পাঙখা লৈয়া। জুজুবুড়ি। চন্দ্রপুরাণ। পানিবালা। বাঘ। পরীগাঁও। প্রত্ন প্রতিমা। ইলেকশন বাজারজাতকরণ কোম্পানি লিমিটেড। এক যে আছেন দুই হুজুর। পিঁয়াজ কাটার ইতিহাস। ডুফি কীর্তন। নুনমধু টিপসই। পানিফল সংবেদ।।