Come in summer
Taste "Rabri"sweet n sour
Enjoy daytime sleeps for sure
Lunch with green sangri,
fofliya and rayata cups
with amazing bajra cakes
Dinner with dish of
" Moth-Bajra kheech"
with a lot of cheese
See how "Rohida" flowers rocks
amidst hot air strokes

Come in rain
Sketch on beautiful brown sand
by your fingers using as pen
engrave your foot prints for fun
and smell heart touching scent
of this warriors mother-land
Eat" gurrhvani churma" with
Ker-sangri, fofliya taste of
this  wonderland
And see camel ploughing fields
Walking in their full speeds

Come in "shishir"
Taste Matira, Kakar
And ber seasonal fruits
Chew roasted bajra grains
for checking teeth roots

Come in winter
Eat buffalo milk curd full of bowls
Taste "Kachar - Fali "veggies
Dal- Baati- Churma sweet dishes
Have  fair n festival funfares
and traditional marriages cheers
wearing colouful wears
singing folk songs
n lots of chances
of rocking in ghumar dances

Come in spring
Rock and roll in" Holi"fest airs
and visit  lovely" Gangour" fairs
Eat " kheer-dhokla "layers
Visit black buck sanctuary
to see animal cares.

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

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 be reduced 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 to 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, thinking 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

I hope always for the best
And since I keep the suitable status
Of every single objects so I, in return,
Want that the human in me  would get the same...

At least I hope so but you know, my wise
Fellow readers, I got some personal experiences
Of being unfairly exploited, unjustly treated
But I didn’t deserve it really for I have a third eye...

The universal law of motion
And emotion is not equal, not symmetric
I came to know then rather in some cases,
I deserve the priority to express and establish my ideas...

but there I failed to do so poorly, with sure blockades
The promising Socrates had left this world
In that very unwanted manner being in the darkness
Philosophers might be surprised, “Oh, really....!”

I will say then, yes my dear friend,
The idea givers for the best for the mankind,
Are the proud and the golden sons of Socrates.
I think I am also one of those happy brothers...

For I also wish to render my fruitful and positive ideas
For the best of our community and for our countrymen.
I am ever ready to die, to die a first death only
But one foremost thing I must not leave is the ‘truth’....

I really love the truth, the beauty of the universe,
The fragrance of flower garden, the waves of seas;
The frozen ice on the mountains, spring through the valleys
I dare not to deny these after million times death....

I’m in fair love with these, are the expression of my lord
Whom I care until my last breath & forever in any dimension.
But this must be some test of my lord to make me real solid gold
Out of the heavy mixed ugly ore under the rocks so hard...

My lord, give me your warm shelter, right pathways  
So that I could bear the extreme heat and freezing cold
Of this polluted & ignorant world so sleepy, so dark
As it moves so slow, as it turns around blindly
Save me until I die and protect me onward...    


© 2015 Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir

There’s nothing very new in my life,
Even for a moment I can’t have a happy breath, sigh ...
Always I sigh watching around me crossing borders...

I’m leaving the authentication of my youth,
Through sacrificing it for the better future
But I see not any sign of heading...

Difficulties of producing grains in the fields,
Sure miseries of farmers in the villages,
We are practising aristocracies being learned
And precisely we are having skeletal extortions...  

How far I am to go! Good heaven!
Tonight I enjoyed a movie based on the religious
And social collision between the Jews and the Christians.
It was ‘The Exorcist’, it’s so nice really.

We, the fellows of this mother earth,
Must have to love each other and sacrifice our souls
For others’ benefit and it was taught
By the teacher of mother Russia Leo Tolstoy.

We all have to leave the complexity of our mind
Of calculating the avoidable things and self-interest
By means of greater values & realizations...
To the farthest of our missing appropriations...

We must have to forget the inflation of products
Rather we focus for the coming assassination of time...
As we forgot the price-rise of a chocolates
While at primary school rather taking stress
Of paying monthly fees from father's wallet...  

I frequently have it in my soul that I possess not
The actual humanity in me for I didn’t experience it,
From my very childhood but I can learn it
As I don’t have any barricade reading serious writings
Of the greatest life-artists. Yes...

I must have to keep it going with me more.
Now, I’m going to be the part & member of the free-thinkers group.
I have to live for human’s interest to give them lessons,
To enlighten them in the way of unity,

To make the world a far better place for the new born babies!
Oh good Lord, please assist me bearing the ethics in me,
I want you now as I wanted you before.
Save me please as you have always been saving me...
Oh absolute pure Lord of heaven & hell...


(c) 2015 by Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir

My crazy classroom is really very insane,
The condition of my classmates is very hard to explain.
In front of Rajmangal Sir, no one dares to chat,
The boys in my class are fearless like the big cat.
We always messed around Pujari sir because he rarely shouts,
Many never care and thought 'what literature is all about'??
The teaching of Vivek sir made me study hard,
Sir's favorite topic used to be probability related to the card.
Specifically, sir's voice that can be heard from far away classes,
He treats everyone equal and shows us the right path whenever he passes.
Few words of Yogesh sir create a nice atmosphere in the class for us to study,
He explains things like our buddies.
Alok sir is one of the most experienced teacher we had in our school,
So no one can ever try to make him fool.
Now coming back to my own class,
Were few are serious of studies and few meant for time pass.
Swapnil is the one who studies in advance,
Some are always ready to sing and a few ready to dance.
Ayush and Kshitej Meshram are called the world bank,
Seriously they are like cheques, signed but amount is blank.
Because of boldness Smriti resembles a boy,
The quarrel between me and Vinod is what all enjoy.
Piyush is a genius but he doesn't admit,
Sachin is the person which always talks ****.
Actually, Amit is called a silent killer,
He has the potential to reach from Dravid to Miller.
Then comes kancha my friend,
His small eyes and lovely smile is what in trend.
Nived and meshram are the music champs of the school,
Because of music there, a mind is always cool.
Then comes dabad who is very hard to understand,
He always does the work which is well planned.
Meshram is the one who does what he wants to at that moment,
He always wants to be ahead of his opponents.
Also, meshram and sachin are always ready to play kabaddi,
But on the court instead of playing, they just jump like poppy.
Then comes my bestie Toppo,
We have taken many photos from pujari sir's oppo.
Mitesh is the moody person in our class,
Only for a short period his sweetness usually last.
Bongali is one of the favorite characters in the class we had,
He says English so fast that it makes the students mad.
Then the besti pair of sandy and Loki,
For them in kabaddi the funny player is Prajapati.
Shubhum is intelligent and very shy,
How can he be so silent makes me think why??
Vishal anna comes the next in order,
Seeing him and his partner I think they had a speech disorder.
Maravi is the hidden football player that not many know about,
He is really intelligent than Vinod no doubt.
Shishir is my best friend; you are part of my heart,
We go through ups and downs, but still, nothing can tear us apart.