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Hakikur Rahman Sep 2022
Child, opens her eyes
Looks around smooth earth,
Abounding with many rivers and fruits,
Full of grain and greenaries
It is self sufficient.

Someone said in a desperate voice
O mother of the world,
Will you remain so pure?
Oh my planet.

Looking around the world, sighing
Says, oh my dear
I am helpless because of you
As, erosion is taking place at the source.
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2021
Radhika,
Dance, fulfill the heart, joyful youthful mind
In the dance, the songs are sung, the time passes by.

Leads to night, audience, pleased all
Mixed rhythms, trembling erosion, and there is no difference between real and false.

Eye’s expectation, no trench, even there is doubt
In the attraction of desire, in the perspire, someone is reckless.

What she should do, so eventually, lets go of that
Deceptively better, bitter in sight, they are either baseless.

Doing so, taking time, passes her overnight
Gastrointestinal irritation, locking in the heart, opening the eyes finds the same morning.
Dedicated to all the female stars of the local stage drama, called Jatra in the Greater Bengal.
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2021
Seeing the time is the right way
Have to take the steps
Otherwise, sooner or later
It may fall back.

If the foot falls in the wrong direction
Once in a lifetime
Lots of efforts need to be burn
In getting to the right path.

Running one mistake from the other
Will make filthy
It will not be possible anymore
To stand up straight.

That's why I think so
Go in the right path
Bring goodness to life
And, find peace in your heart.
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2021
What are you doing for hours and hours?
The movements of life can be measured!
It is like a river
Sometimes straight, sometimes bend.

In the monsoon, the river flows
By swallowing two sides
Like the life in full of youth
The euphoria takes over.

Such a river as ever-flowing
Sometimes is ever quiet
Life is so desperate
Sometimes become tired.

Like a river, passing so many ways
Runs into the sea
By leaving everything in life
Have to go to my own home.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
Once upon a time
a beautiful ******
(she was the princess
of an unknown land)
met a nameless thief
in the dark forest
of a solitude island.

The ****** was left abandoned
by her own mother
(she used to be the queen
of that unknown land)
who was envied of her solemn beauty;

The thief swam to that island
after being chased by
the fleet guards of a floating sheep
where he was kept stealing
(their fates allowed them to meet).

On a moonless night
both the bodies become one
though their souls remain a part
and eventually they gave birth
to a male child
(who turned out to be a monster)
on the peak of the red moon.

Contd…
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
On the other side of the world
in a rocky mountain
raised by a devoted monk
a silent disciple
(who took oath to remain
silent during the rest of his life)
took another oath
to **** the monster
and it was the last order
from his guru during his last breath.

The monster happened to
keep his name by killing
both of his parents
on his seventeenth birth year
on a moonless dark night
and took the solemn vow
to destroy the mankind.

Observing this cruel incident
the jungle goddess gave a curse
to the monster that
he would be killed mercilessly
by a silent disciple
and his dissatisfied soul
will remain hanging
on the shoulder of the eternity.

Contd…
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
On a moonlight night
the silent disciple started
his journey to slay the monster
(all the good fairies helped him,
except a wicked witch).

He was carrying a magic sword
with which he should penetrate
the heart of the monster to ****,
but the wicked witch stole it
from him by turning into a
male thief while
the silent disciple was sleeping.

All those good fairies observed it
but they couldn’t stop
the stealing (though at the later stage
they recovered it
and gave it to the silent disciple).

He crossed mountains,
he travels through dense forests,
his swam through lakes, rivers,
he walked across dry desserts,
he sailed across oceans,
and finally reached
at the place
where the cursed monster
took shelter.

Contd…
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
On his way towards the
black mountain
where the monster took shelter
he met another dedicated monk
whom he accompanied to
reach his destination.

By the way
the silent disciple feels
inside his heart that
the dedicated monk is very near to his heart
(in fact both were brothers in
their early lives and the blood bond
to them together again),
and they decided to fulfill their destiny.

The dedicated monk
in one of his early life
has done many sinful walks
and he has also taken a solemn vow
to destroy any obstruction to humankind.

Hence, both of them
took another new vow
to **** the monster
so that the humanity prevail
in this universe;
so all those good fairies.

Contd…
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
On a moonless night
the silent disciple
and the dedicated monk
with the help of those good fairies
and the jungle goddess
built an enormous trap
inside the dark forest
so that the monster
could not escape in no way.

All heart trembles
wind stopped flowing
there was no moon, of course
shivering frightfulness was surrounding everywhere
(with the help of the wicked witch
the monster approached the trap).

No one can explain, what happened then-
as there was no light
no one could witness
the ultimate roar of the monster.

Sadly, the dedicated monk
sacrificed his life to prevail
the humanity
and hence forth
the silent disciple become victorious.

Sun rises smiling the next morning,
all the darkness vanished from the dark forest
birds were singing across all gardens
flowers bloomed throughout the horizon
rivers flowed towards the ocean
and the humanity prevailed.

The end (shortened).
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman May 2021
"The pen is mightier than the sword", said Edward Bulwer-Lytton
He could not realize, what will happen to that meaning, while life goes on.

In the current society, nobody respects each other
They do not understand, what is the sense of living together.

Only the powerful are becoming the controller of the society
They think, they have become the deity.

There is a vast difference between the rich and the poor
When someone asks for help, they just shut the door.

What will happen to this, no one knows, where is the end
It is difficult to predict, where will reach this trend.
Hakikur Rahman Sep 2021
Let us avoid inferiority complex
Purify the mind,
Let be engaged in human service
Let's go the way given by the Creator.

Obstacles as far as from the front and back
Or Beyond,
We can sing like a song of equality
With no exception.

Travel with a dedicated mind
In the realm of life,
Inspire the message of unity
In this momentary earth.

Refrain from creating confusion
Heart remains strong,
Keep up the mentality for human service
Let there be an end to discrimination.
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2021
The helmsman, the cultivator of the village
Come everybody come
Go to the quay, go to the field
Time flies.

You have to raise the sail
We have to join helm to the plow
River water is surging
Waves playing in the paddy field.

Flood is in the river today
Harvest Binny rice for the next season
There is no time to sit idle
Get up by fastening the waist.
Binny is a special type of rice that is used to make
roasted rice in greater Bengal
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2022
Alas, the stagnant past, falling into utter darkness
My heart is pounding, the door is open and closed.

Alas, the endless past, without the lure of ability
The dictum is worn out in sentences, half awakened though.

Alas, the indefatigable past, composed with a fearless heart
Lonely as the incarnation of any God, deviation of Avatar.

Alas, the faded past, the gain is inlaid
Drenched in delusion, perhaps, worn out in childishness.
Hakikur Rahman May 2021
Mughal Emperor, Shahjahan
For the memory of his wife Arjumand Banu Begum
Made, a royal tomb-
Everyone knows it, called the "Taj Mahal",
Which stands on the banks of the Jamuna
With the scope of its vastness.

Beginning in 1832
It ended in 1853,
Thousands of artisans, architects, workers in 21 years
They were dedicated to its construction.

Ustad Ahmed Lahuri was
The original designer,
The white marble dome-shaped tomb-
Being a complex integral, architectural wonder.

Every year, millions of people flock
To see this archetype of love,
Everyone is overwhelmed to see-
In everyone’s heart, it’s unique to cut the stain of love.
Hakikur Rahman Dec 2021
The world is built around
an invisible, but
rigid wall.

It separates, one kind
from the other, and
as such, the division continues.

Does not matter, if someone
resides in one side,
or the other side-
the destiny would be the same.
Hakikur Rahman Aug 2021
The guard silently standing at the front door
As if someone there incorporeal.

Who makes the arrival and the departure
He keeps an eye on everything and everyone.

Dedicated to the protection of the master
Fully attentive with everything of the heart.

Respect and devotion remain in the privacy of the mind
Not addicted to anything else.

Meanwhile, his own housewife is alone at home
She suffers from loneliness.

This is how his routine life goes on
Engaged in the care of others till the end of his life.
This writing is dedicated to those lone hearts who devote their lives for their masters by keeping watch at the front gate.
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2020
The way of life is unblinking
Does not know where it is started, where is the end
Just know, filled with running
The earth is filled with dots of time.

There may be borders, there maybe not
The limit may be seen, maybe there is none.

There is a desire to receive
But there is no time of availability
The way is full of fatigue
Which has no end.
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2021
Day after day
Time is endless
Path after path
Trail is endless.

Mistake after mistake
Live inside that
Month after month
It's a hoax.

Pain after pain
There is no happiness
Injury after injury
Just full of grief.

Game after game
Running all day
Talk after talk
I can't say that.

Night after night
Without sleep in the eyes
That's how it goes
The wheels of life.
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2021
Within the corridor of the heart, trembling with sleep
The watchman of the Seven Seas is like a light gesture.

Unrestricted sentiments play out across the mind
Rareness is spread in the arms of darkness.

Find here and there so it's back to the speediness again
The decorated gardens were surrounded by solitude.

When to lose the wealth of desire to float in water of eyes
Looking up at the night sky so hoping to get back.
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2021
Hidden thoughts trembles in the courtyard of the heart
The guard of Seven seas seems to be moving at the signal of light.

Unrestrained emotions play in the muddy waters
Rareness is spread in the arms of darkness.

Looking back here and there so back to momentum
Arranged gardens broke there surrounded by loneliness.

When the treasure of desire is lost, it floats in tears
Glancing to the sky so hoping to get back.
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2022
By far
thoughts are sometime hollow,
perhaps,
they are not that easy
to swallow.

May be they could be
in the realm of extreme,
or, could they be
part of an unusual dream.

In this hazy world
nothing seems to be perfect,
or, could be real true-
Even though people
more or less
rely on their thoughts,
due, or undue.
Hakikur Rahman Jan 2021
Succinctness trembles in the realm of the heart
The watchman of the Seventh Seas goes as far as the signal of light.

Unclean emotions play in a whisper
Scarcity is spreading in the arms of darkness.

Looking back here and there, it's back to the motionless speed
Arranged gardens surrounded by loneliness.

When the wealth of love is lost, it was sad
Looking forward to the glittering sky, hope to get back again.
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2022
Yours sincerely,
I think it's just a lie-
The intoxication fell apart,
Thoughts are always left behind.

In that swing without swing,
Cannot find the reach-
Dam breaks in the tide,
I took life as it is and understood.

Came the dark on the path,
I'm still going on.

When the lamp is lit in the evening,
Remain as heartbroken.

Keeping the door closed,
I went to see the other plans.

In the crowd of unnamed roads,
Looking for those unknown signs -
The mind cries as it leaves apart,
The soul is lost again.
Hakikur Rahman Dec 2020
Every planet, secondary planet, stars in the universe
Whichever ones turn in their own orbits
It never happens without it
No one can go before or nobody after.

Everybody complied with a compulsive rule
Have their own way
That's the way each-other revolves by measuring their directions
Moves by a pointer.

The earth revolves around the sun
Year comes
The moon surrounds the earth
Month comes
The Earth revolves around her own orbit
Brings a new day.

This way time is tide up to its own time
Yet, the time is unlimited.
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2022
Entering into the nucleus of time,
I saw-
The densest of its protoplasm,
And the part behind the unraised curtain.

Whatever, is in there, as
Successful cells of life
Controls all biological reactions.

That, remain
Innumerable in the center of the soul
Consists of a combination of protons and neutrons.

Where,
A relatively clear ***** exists,
Which is the carrier of perpetuity,
And multidimensional;
As well as it is a silent witness of the eternity!
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2021
Floating in the stream of time, lost
My memories
I'm sitting on the sidewalk
By opening my eyes.

What was the hope when, I
Built the home?
Look around today
Dusty sand bed.

The mind cannot obey, so
I just hope
The time, flows
Floating in the whirlwind.
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2020
When time has passed
Before anything can be found
When the target is lost
Before finding the right path, at the same cost.

Present and non-existent
Junctions are on the way
The ideas become gray
Not understood in any way.

In one of the juncture
Get out of the way again
What happens when nobody knows
Crossing this path in vain.
Hakikur Rahman Aug 2021
Is time being determined by the watches?
This is another wonder of this universe!
In the field of theory it is a physical quantity,
Which is measurable-
But I say, that's relative.
In the evolution of each planet, human is incapable of measuring it.

The shortest time taken - euctoseconds -
And then zeptoseconds, and so on
The largest exosecond, or cosmological decade,
However, can timing be determined overall?

This planet is here from the birth of the universe to the eternity
(though on one knows for sure).
Some moments, some periods, some days, some years,
Some eras, some centuries, some millennia-
It all depends on each other;

Time!
The bridge is limitless,
Don't depend on anything-
Flows from time immemorial,
Clear, smooth, infallible.
The concept is that: I am standing somewhere in between galaxies. How do I measure time!
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2021
Time,
There is no stopping somewhere;
Time,
No one dares to conquer;

Time,
Does not take any responsibility;
Time,
It flows to the eternity.
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2022
An architect,
drafted, crafted,
and tried hard to make
perfect the design-

But, at the very end
he realized that
a tiny mistake
at the beginning
made everything to collapse
and, therefore,
he had to resign.
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2020
Tired traveler
Hakikur Rahman

Tired traveler, wait a little.
You understood until yesterday,
which way you have to go?
You saw until yesterday,
how much emptiness is in the way back?
You heard until yesterday,
the cry of the emptiness?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Do you know today,
which way you have to go.
Do you know today,
how many ways would you have to cross.
Do you know today,
where do you have to stop?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
which way you will cross?
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
you will go to what border?
Tomorrow after the sunrise,
what will be your path?
Tired traveler, wait a little.
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2021
Criers’, laughter's’ fair
Running all the day
Turn back and forth
Let's see the same fixture.

Try to go this way, try to go that way
Turn the wheel as hard as I can
It is that old way
Where running anew.

What's up?
There is no end of this tour
There is no beginning, too
Fatigue is the special feature.

However, must keep going
No nonsense.
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2020
Finding this time, that time, fore time
Body and mind are tired
Seems it is worthless to find out
And the time is shortened.

Thoughtless thoughts
When it is monsoon, when it is drought
In such a crisis
The path is filled with ditches.

That way no longer
has any end
So, start again to find the way
whatever remained.
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2021
Quand le temps est illimité
Quand le chemin est immobile
La vie est alors stagnante
Ensuite, la marche continue.

Quand la réponse à la question est inexpressive
Quand la destination est sans but
La réalisation est alors absente
Alors les rêves sont en jeu.
Hakikur Rahman Dec 2020
Traveler with lost target
Just walking around the path
Disappointment of not getting anywhere
Beats inside the heart.

Little sign of light
if seen somewhere
the whole day run to that pathway
So run and run.

When this walking will end
nobody knows
maybe it's probably possible someday
and, then he will stop there.
Hakikur Rahman Jan 2021
Seeing it unimaginable
keeping everything
out on the way.

Time of the day
unevenly mixed
what I would say.

One could say that
whatever to say
seen more obstacles
on the way.

Who knows what will happen.

The passer-by seeing the front
forwards the legs right.
You can try to get to see
and, even get it right on the river’s coast.
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2021
Traveler missing the target
Turns out just gazing in the middle of the path
The frustration of not being able to find
Feel dreadful in the corner of the heart.

Looking for a insinuation of light
If seen anywhere
The whole time devotes on the way
So he rushes and rushes.

Someday, it will end
When and where no one knows, though
Absolutely maybe going to end, somewhere
That may be the last stoppage.
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2020
On a corner of the life of ignorance
Roaming for a short while
The pain of getting or not-getting
It is filled with depressed mind.

With what hope built the house
No one there near or far
For what the mind is waiting
Nobody is there for own.

All are unknown in the extend of vastness
Traveler of desert
The feeling of not getting anywhere.
Hakikur Rahman Jan 2022
Like it or not,
You have to tell the truth
because, believe it or not
truth, always prevails.

Lies, on the contrary
whatever one tries to make it strong-
it, certainly will fade away
along the way.

A truth never dies-
While, a lie will bring
thousands of more lies.
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2021
The turn of the changed day came
The times are not stopping.
Thoughts are random
Only the dust of the path are spreading.

A lamp, though seen in the front
Whispers something in the ear.
Delivers the mantra to move forward
Hope awakens in the soul.

Those who are in front and behind
Chasing on the way to leap forward.
A feeling of desire-accomplishment
Makes noises in the middle of the mind.

This is how life passes
On the Oarsman’s river’s quay.
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2021
Twilight on this sandy bay
I wrote down my name.

Somewhere in the corner of life
As much pain and sorrow
I searched for them in silences all the time.

There are as many turns in the way
I was shocked to see that
Waiting goes on
Don't say a word
I built all the words in my life with the lonely soul.

Opened an account
Forgot the path on which I'm sitting
On every page of life
Untold words remain
Even I was so sitting on this path where passes a person alone.
Hakikur Rahman May 2021
Two-legged human, colored lanterns
The mind cannot be understood
Suddenly rains, filled with darkness
Increases uneasiness.

Today this rhythm, tomorrow another rhythm
There is no end in those
What a trick, what an art
Remains much better in context.

Extends one leg, stops suddenly
Starts walking again
Perhaps *******, mud in front
Overwhelmed eyebrows.

When the day is over, work is finished
“I don't know you!”
Who the hell are you, on my path
Never saw you before!
A thought about human behavior
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
Who came with a grimy face and stood at the door
Skeletal body
A gloomy look, in a faint voice
No one knows, what she would like to say.

It seems
For how long she has been in starvation
Due to lack of money
She did not get the proper food, to keep her fit.

However, everyone is busy
Who will extend a helping hand-
That's how she spends her days
The same morning comes after a sleepless night.
Remembering those uprooted children.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
At the door of consciousness, whom am I looking for
In the pro-founded window
Lament, just remorse
In a veiled conversation with the heart.

Where does it came from, cannot bear the delay
Though a faint candle burning
Surrounded by illusion, inside my heart
Like a momentary puzzle.

Silence for a moment, sere thoughtless
Perhaps not visible yet
In the throng of thoughts, back to the astounding affairs
Struggle with fidgetiness to keep afloat, in the muddy water.
Hakikur Rahman Dec 2021
The sadness of the ax reveals, without its handle,
At the very near, finding a Ficus religiosa tree,
Said, O my savior.

Said in a gurgling voice-
Will you provide me a dried bough,
Only then can I be effective,
I'll get back my working rhythm.

With a huge heart of the tree,
Said, my dear, obtain it,
I’m donating it for your action.

Suddenly the completed ax-
Began to slash the trunk of the tree,
To acknowledge the benefits of the benefactor
Does anyone cares a little!
Hakikur Rahman Jan 2021
In the bend of life’s wave
The tears and laughter are hidden
Someone can see, someone cannot see
No one knows.

Life is going on like this
World is roaming around the clock
When and where to stop
No one knows.

Cut out unnecessary time
Walk in the opposite direction
Which way to walk
No one knows.

Chest is filled up with empty hopes
Life is shattered somehow
Where to sail down
No one knows.
Hakikur Rahman Nov 2021
Unknown guest standing at the door
Try to get her a sit,
Whatever is ready at home
Give them to her to eat.

It seems that it has been a long time
She has not eaten a good food,
What a compassionate face, wanting sight
I don't think there is any joy, there.

The heart is deeply scarred
Seeing her gloomy face,
What's the harm in trying
As if she gets some happiness, at least.
Dedicated to those needy faces.
Hakikur Rahman Jan 2021
I could not match the calculations;
Now and then
when do the time
has gone away
did not think.

I did not learn to write words;
When I remember the words
I write them unheeding
meaning of those words
I did not see.

I did not find the road boundary;
By this way, that way
how many ways I have passed
the boundary of the route
I did not see.
Hakikur Rahman Feb 2021
Once he met, the ex-girlfriend of a friend
He used to like her, but could not tell her the truth
One day while she was dancing with the friend
(At that time, they did not become ex),
When she comes near him, he could smell her body
It is like a beauty soap, or an unknown perfume, or a nameless flower
So pure, so pleasant, so charming, he cannot describe
But, the smell remained in his heart for a long time.

She was so pretty; he thought he could sing a song for her
One song, two songs, three songs, songs forever
In fact, if she passes by him, even with his closed eye
He could tell her presence
So, to see her for a glance, he remained standing on the way
She comes and goes.

One day gone, two days gone, three days gone
Numerous days gone
She never passes through this way
But, for her he left some yellow flowers on the path
Not all yellow, with a red spot in the middle
In the hope that someday, she will pass through the way
And maybe she will recognize the flowers.

However, one day he wrote a letter for her
I quote, “And here goes the infinite solitude of a
Broken heart, who remains imprisoned forever
In your absence… , if you feel the tears of my eyes
Falling from the sky, you will understand that
Someone was there for you”.

But, for some unknown reasons, he never sent the letter
He kept it under the wet pillow.

(Inspired by a true story)
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2022
How do I tell someone,
Which way to go-
All the ways met there,
In the back alley of life.

Standing on the other side of the border,
I pry by raising both arms-
Tired traveler loses target,
Bumblebee is looking for the nectar.

In what tune did I sing,
Though, I want to fulfill my soul-
Scattered flower petals on the pavement,
Someone trampled them.

What am I thinking today,
Is which color the sky has laid out?
Again, I am looking for the way with false hope,
Flowers are falling with silent cry.
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