alamashraf
56/M/Dhaka
Now I am a full time writer but even thou I designs pre-press, web, Ads; write film Scripts. I worked for few Advertising Agencies since 1990 as Creative Director. And Worked Independent and freelance: Ad-film, Tele-Drama, Music Video and TV-program maker
The poetry is not a one those comes out as the air
One need to keep ten directions opens on all four sides
For poetry to come; Eyes, nose, ears all need to be open
Compassion in the heart; poetry is the vessel for the pain
Poetry is the place to shout louder silently
Mountain, forest, bloom, sun and moon also
Love, affair, hatred, loneliness, misery and happiness
Rebellion, slogan, solution's soul is the poetry
Poetry is a tool of war
And the weapon to stop the war
Poetry does not comes out as easy as the air
Be ready for poetry, sit back relax and wait
All the day and night
Some times with the patience of motherhood
For Nine months or few more days
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:20 AM UTC
No one never seen a ghost
We believed, there none
even now we cannot see
Just watching mortality of human race
And humanity in crowd
Not to worry about
Mars is ready for mass
Or mankind is eager
To be alive there as the aliens
or living ghost
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
our room heater now
keeps me warmth on winter nights
after my wife leaves
but I know she needs it more
with her at underground grave
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 1:23 AM UTC
Peeps from a railway carriage casement, our land passes by
as a movie in short of a moving life, that spending
anywhere anyhow just to reach own destination,
unknown. Few fences of bamboo, village ponds, bathing mass
and a long strip of a lean river as a silver band
passengers are dreaming a better end, peaceful
some children are drawing life in their schools
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
love lost dream of day
now they comes at night, foggy
she waves hand to bye
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
here, there everywhere
rain drops tree tops, this morning
birds stops wandering
cloud roars some shouts more
those are wet, yet raining out
morning lasts longer
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
I don't know how to say love
tricks of camouflage
about the emotion of mind.
long way away from my tribe
lifeless life I live
far the river, mountain and bloom
over a sea of ruin leaf
life here live as moth, fly or grasshopper
often as vagabond wandering around
views of life, life of a tree
every and each stand alone
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
While in sleep, you comes on to my dream when I wish
every night and day in red, in shining blue or
in pink but not with roses while in red except
sky or sea whilst in blue but you kisses in pink
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
Wild ducks and grasses mingle so deeply this morn
I saw them beneath the blackish red sunny dawn
The sun rises behind the clouds, to cover it's face
And cry dip dip dip, now and then - this time anytime
Aroma has blown on the air, the message is floating
Everywhere: Night-birds --street-girls, drunk Romeos go back home
O old beggar mom, don't depart your dome and Starve today,
Let your breast-feeding baby quite in fasting by red eyes,
Pray rain, rain, rain, and raining today day and night
Drops on things anywhere, on wild geese, and on grass
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC