muhammad-khurram-salim
Bangladeshi
Always into poetry. Love writing, and reciting. Poetry has been my passion since I was a child. Spent about 15 years of my life in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Inpired by the nature there, and romantic love, I wrote regularly. Was in Oklahoma, USA getting my undergraduate degree in English. Came over to the UK for the 3rd time in 1989. Have written thousands of poems over the years. Have stashed them away at home. Have been published by Forward Press, United Press, & Poetic Licence (Poets Anonymous.)
I've been waiting at my gate,
waiting, just waiting. I've
been waiting so long with
my music and songs, the
cello and bassoon.
Many years have elapsed.
Will there be your coming
ever? Some question. I
gaze on. Far away is
the blue sky line.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
Little girl on a rusty bike,
riding through the streets in light,
throwing papers for front doors,
greeting folk glad to the core ...
pedalling in a town in peace,
riding joyful with great ease.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
The roads never end.
1 goes to the other
By roads & high ways,
main streets, they converge
to take us to our
homes, where we linger.
Roads to eternity
will prolong themselves,
and we'll find paths to heaven,
after all Earthly travels.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Oxygen intake
creates oxidation
Keeping alive
entire nations
From the dawn
that breaks in the East
Every single
man and beast
There's nitrogen
but man needs it not
Without oxygen we
would just lose the plot
And oxygen with
hydrogen makes water
without which life
becomes stale matter
Oxygen for the lungs
is a must
It'll never run dry
I trust
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
What do u tell me
when the night shadows
Where does your sense go
To the end of the worlds?
I'm going round in
circles - feeling dizzy
Like an electron
round a nucleus
U say I'm sticking
like some plasticine
But as I spin hard
u r left speechless
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
When you work, you are so slow
Counting so gradually
Leaving gaps in tasks at hand
Holding, later, lovers' hands
You fall asleep at the wheels,
driving fellow workers mad
You knock off early most days
to join lovers, for hot days
Hardly follow any instructions
Lagging behind everyday
You might be sacked any day
Then love lovers without pay
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
Devastated
Taken for a ride
Made to feel dead
Not being able to hide
Veins throb
Head hurts
Feel robbed
Pride smarts
Dignity gone
All's tension
Sun's down
All's confusion
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:10 PM UTC