Lips engulf the dark red cure
A new companion warms my heart
Conscience fades, no crave to be pure
Nothing left but constant flaw

A bitter soul, yet drowsy mind
Flesh that feels everything and nothing
A scornful tongue, yet lazy eyes
Detesting every bone but needing to be kind

Pluck that grin from under my skin
Drag out the needles that shredded me
Let me whither until I'm thin
My flesh no longer riddled nor sinned

A raven wakened me today,
delivered me from moldy bed
liberating me to stray
from considering the dead.

I have awakened to a dream,
some poets neglecting rhyme.
Picture boxes sit and scream.
People have no sense of time.

Time proceeds here without ticking,
clock hands sweeping, never ticking,
typist typing without clicking.
My past will return nevermore.

Death is coming Fast and hard,
no matter how you play your cards.
you could try to run and hide,
but death is all that you shall find.
In the end the ground we will meet,
for death is something we cannot cheat.

When I remember sitting in the car
listening to you finish your story
before we headed into the house and
cooked dinner together while the music
softly played its comforting melodies,
I am reminded that each breath with you
is an unexpected gift and treasure
that has steeped my life in fascination.
And as I wake each day to your rare smile
I am resolute to forever strive
to be worthy of sitting in the car
listening to you finish your story.

winters shadow
like the fluid sundogs gleaming
edge a soft beauty
their careful swift wings
will walk with me

bend harsh this deliverance
in these times
for he wears no crown
that all can see
humble
with his love

I will call her simply Jane
To me she needed no name
Our houses built all the same

Her garden backed onto mine
Where we met that first time
A small girl no older than nine

“Hello” she cried out one day
All the barriers flew away
We were in the same place

One older mind and a child
The gap was bridged we talked
Over the fence our spaces safe

“I shall call you Poppy she said”
By this she was inside my head
Another daughter to join mine

The winter returns,
The cold wind breaks the silence
with a long, long sigh

The land lies hidden
under a sea of white snow
beauty, undenied

the reign of the night
lingers in its long embrace
shares a lover's kiss

While the day passes
so swiftly in memory
a fleeing shadow

a homeless beggar
feeling the chill in his bones
praying for its end

for in its beauty
there is the endless longing
for the absent warmth

Two heavenly roads diverged into this callous world,
I took the one less travelled by;
And my soul-mate took the other,
Where her car got stuck in huge traffic jam.

I have been looking for her for years,
And I know, for sure,
Now she is looking for me too,
But in opposite directions.

Let St. Valentine light her tank of love,
Let her come to the crossroads where I still misfire.

(Dhaka, 11 February 2014)

Help me improve too
in life
learning is
a never ending process

we all learn
from others mistakes
as life is too short
to make all mistakes
others have already made
to be convinced
such errors
can be committed
by them
as we alone
have now experienced

this poetry
is a kind of
modern edition

It was a long forgotten walk
the way back home,
no birds lit up the sky
with song,
the trees had died,
all their leaves had run away
and the evening shadows were tall.

I waded through the frigid air,
each step a thought,
each breath was asking why,
but silence
was the answer that you gave
and when I looked no one was there
but ghosts of dreams
left lingering in a grave.