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Anwar Parvez Shishir
Bangladesh    Since 1994 I have been working on Bangla & English poetry and it seems to be my worship to the Invisible Flutist of Sir Albert ...
18/M/India    Just like to read and write stuff...
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Poems

‘Flew back some of Crows to me
I helped them fly once far away,
For not to stay and eat me up!
Again and over again …

‘I tried so hard and fast I could
To stay away from Crows so black,
But no way there for me to escape
Walls and walls so high …

‘Wind of return from true to lie
Can’t deny the strongest touch,
Pleasure of surfing into the blue
Still fly there crud black Crows …

‘Black Crows chase me all the way
From dawn till dusk being breathless
Sometimes I win and lose in chain,
Sea-waves rest me at shore at night …

‘Liars taught me to catch the crows
To start a series of sins afterwards
I liked first then I came to know
Crows do deal with Lucifer’s choice …

‘Knew I was going through darkness
Just keeping faith to get a light,
At last I found there not a ray
Al least to find a way back home …

‘Home for me and home for you
Found but lost by misfortune,
So far as I try to regain,
Black Crows bar me from doing so …

‘Always tasty are forbidden fruits
Like grass is greener on other side,
Sense of reasons makes no change
You keep loving being captive …

‘So never ever catch Black Crows
must it leave you in tunnel so dark,
Even after you could find way out
You may lose your grace back there …

‘You yourself are a real touch-stone
To culture yourself among people,
Sounded bitter, should have been sweet
Wrong estimate just let you down …

‘I had two eyes but never saw
The pain emerged in parents hearts,
Watching me in black Crow’s ******,
I was blind but I’ve realized now …

‘Wasted time’s now wasting me
Surely need to **** the crows,
And not to help them fly again
I wish myself to walk alive …

‘A lesson here goes to all fellows
To cure the wounds, not to endure,
The Crows will die forever too
Eyeful of ever blue sky, up there …


~ Anwar Parvez Shishir ~
05/DECEMBER/2013/THURSDAY
Jessore/Dhaka/Bangladesh
Pre-Script:
Here ‘The Black Crows’ are meant to be the vices of mankind. Please be sure you look inside the BLACK!!!. In our worldly life we do face so many personal obstacles through the crucial vices that lead us to a life full of miseries but the irony is we do not realize the fact instantly. When the realization comes time flew much farther and we have nothing in our hands to mend. Dedicated to Sir Nelson Mandela.
Time, I found you, sky was clear blue…
Lake-fish plays, sunny summer days,
Flowers of Spring, brown guitar string
Ease our hearts, playing own parts…

Lonely wooden bench, narrow little trench
Save us for sure from being so impure,
All the way down, white long gown
Makes you my bride, tomato sun dried…

Micro-oven hot, tequila double shot
Nothing else matters, whoever scatters,
Only you & me, floating on the sea
Watching our sky, ready to full-fly…

So many days, we’ll remain always
Both of us care with faithful share
Wish to be there, lowest depth layer
Seems flatland, the life we planned…
 
You are my girl, precious hidden pearl
Love you always; bird in the cage
If you ever feel, stay there until,
Ever free you are, to fly forever …

But be ever sure, what you endure
Goes truly wrong or misread song!
Betrayer is better than wrong mind setter,
Love’s always new, can avail only few!…

Wish you my dear, nothing to fear
You’ll find me, in middle of the sea,
In troubled rainy day, I must say
I’m here with you, a friend so true…

Look up the sky, white clouds dry
Amid the Blue, only me & you
Will remain forever, ever & ever
I’ll love you, Honey days are still sunny… 

 
~ Anwar Parvez Shishir ~

Dhaka Bangladesh
15/JUNE/2014/Sunday
It's a VALID poem of LOVE forever whatever the situation is there. I found so many unhappy couples around but I couldn't find the exact reason for their early breakage even before starting their life together... This world is so beautiful and its human being is even more beautiful but the most beautiful thing is LOVE itself and the LOVE for the LIFE-Partner precisely. I have lost my LIFE-Partner forever who happened to be by my side always being shadow, she is my LOVELY LADY, she is LOVE, the LOVE that only few can avail in one's life...If my reader found this piece of work beautiful in expression, if it touches anyone's heart then share it happily with your BELOVED ones instantly, it must make lady so happy & blessed by all of you... Best wishes & thanks to all of you.

a p shishir
15/JUNE/2014/Su­nday
The chances of being a regular chap in education
I have failed to avail, I have missed I must say
But there was no sign in my life of any success
Anything good would have been happened...

Now a days, I am suffering with super frustration
What really would I do in my future,
All the potential of my learning & gaining
To be a standalone fellow is going to reduce one by one!

No one is at my side and nothing productive happens around me...
It’s quite dark everywhere, wall and wall so high
I’m almost finished and it’s hard to capture
The gone wind but I am trying my best ato recover...

To rediscover the gap I have created by myself
I am super lonely in my way of life, perhaps I am cynic
And the people I am engaged with are not so helpful and friendly
All the way they act so competitively, think of their own only...

I am in vain my lord and I know not what’s in my store really...
I wish If I could get any fair chance in my country!
But my lord, there are so many unfair means in social or political dealings,
It’s quite ridiculous and I realize it a way out system of our society...

One major thing I feel inside that I must bring myself
Out from the darkness now I am bearing with me
The most lashing thing is the loneliness & friendless environment all around
My parents are still alive but they can’t help me as I need...

Then all I do have effectively is me only, my dear roadrunners  
The growing myself in me whom I did never try to find
I have no one for myself except me, I was blindfolded  
I start now depending on myself, better late than never...

All the dreams and high hopes will reduce to dust uselessly
If I leave myself , if I misunderstand myself, if I underestimate myself
So many occasions I did the mistakes feeling helpless , Oh me...!
But in the most next minute I get the power of myself in me to live like a man

Critical reality has taught me to speak to myself, it’s a chance
Like a human in the world full chances to live with rice & respect
I am no more helpless for I am now with myself and precisely
An invisible flutist is everywhere with me as well watching me ...



© 2015 Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir