| Poetry: On The Way |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Lyrics |
| It was 4 am in the morning, 2 hours yet to see the sun Some poetry were knocking at my vulnerable door! I was planning to sleep, All was ready! I set my body unmoved as a statue - They were knocking hard; and they were noisy! They grinned at me in extreme laughter- I compromised with them and opened the door- and they all entered into the room in torrents And together we colored my scripts with the ink of my heart! * Some ghostly,demonic,terrible poetry were knocking at my door at the dead end of my night- They were grinning at me fearfully! I've to whip at the back of my sleep- Gentle sleep gone away too far riding on the horse of insomnia- I opened the door;and immediately my script filled with those demonic figures! * the pen was there the cap was open ink was full but nothing to write. * poetry awestrucked me so words were gushing forth from heart as the tears of the eyes. * the spark that come,had gone- will it come? Who knows? I know not- |
শুক্রবার, ১৮ মে, ২০১২
Poetry: On The Way
বুধবার, ৯ মে, ২০১২
Enigma's of Intimacy
| Enigma's of Intimacy |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Break up |
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I'm very near to you-
Only seven ocean between us. And there are weighty waves,strange storms and cruel currents. We're so close- Only some great galaxies between us- And there are so many starry stars,plenty planets and saucy satellites in between! |
Life:Nothing to define
| Life:Nothing to define |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Life |
|
I'm drifting from here to nowhere
Not knowing what course my life will take or will not take either. It's tossing vulnerably- It's losing balance- Life don't know- What way to go-! |
Colonial Camouflage
| Colonial Camouflage |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Hate |
|
With the bible,dollar and gun in hand
You came to us-O,white god! You did take much you gave and continue taking away tearing our bosoms! We're mistaken,misinformed,misguided with the mystique manners you manuevered masterfully. The hurts that you gave in our back-blood still gush forth from it. White fathers,leave us now! You gave us many We don't need any! It'll overload us. If you don't go We'll not tolerate more- We'll drop those in your back and It'll be broken as the burden is too weighty as you can dream. |
Politico-Bangladesh
| Politico-Bangladesh |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Hate |
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O,beloved mother
What sons are we? Begotten of your soil! Coward,gluttonous,greedy beast. We are devoid of spirit that Drives to deep goodness. We are 'hollow man' 'Our headpiece filled with straws.' We are not fit for anything We are a box of nothing! Your beloved heart is ravished Ravished and raped by the interlopers. We are playing chess with them. We have lost our heroism Bravery is a rare thing to found. Crazy men are caged Beautiful woman had to Come outside from their hearth To rule our unmanly man. |
Mornings and Me in Disharmony
| Mornings and Me in Disharmony |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Nature |
|
Mornings are preety ruscal!
They're not welcoming me as they used to do.. They're keeping me outside the greeneries of the green garden of peace for many days.. I'm missing my rides on foot upon the wheels of morning! As the sun you are calling me waving your white hands I must listen I must take bath in the ray of your calling..! |
Desert,sands and death
| Desert,sands and death |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Miscellaneous |
|
I am blacked myself burning in the bright sun.
There are sands,oceans and rivers to dry up the emptiness of my heart. I'm happy as the sands are - Dried and dead. |
Plaughing with pen in profuse passion
| Plaughing with pen in profuse passion |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Footprint |
|
So many lines have written
Using so many words,sentences,emotions and passions! And many more are coming,many will come- What the use of those phrasing,drawing,spoiling so many pages? What you'll do farming with pens? So many farmers with scythe gone away plaughing so many lands many times. And you poets,you do farm with the pen,plaugh with your pen in profuse passion! So many pages-! Why do we plaugh? Why do we pen? |
Divine Notifications
| Divine Notifications |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Miscellaneous |
|
So many divine notifications are poking me-
I unsubscribed them all knowingly. I can't block them. What you will do little brother? When serene siesta will come? Their ways of scaring scared me slightly! You did wrong,you committed severe sin You stick to them in foolish bravery. |
In Welcoming Sleep
| In Welcoming Sleep |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Miscellaneous |
|
Everything need to be offed
As the night is in its mid day! Put out the lanterns lighted so hard so long. Sleep,sweet sleep Welcome it,hug it dear- dearly! |
Where I can sell my spoiled soul?
| Where I can sell my spoiled soul? |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Sadness |
|
Where I can sell my spoiled soul?
I've gone to ask the trees.. They rebuked me by saying-'Don't come here and spoil our spotless greeneries! I've gone to hills in the remote- They drove me away whipping me on my back saying-I'm already burdened with the burdens of your brothers! I've gone to the rivers flowing- It didn't stop moving and gave me no time as the busy runner he is! The seas are so far out from me... I can't go there,I've no wings to fly there as my wings are already burnt with the sins! I am staying in this hopeless den- Trying in vain to catch some rays of hope in this dark den. All my hopes start playing hide and seek and get lost in eternal darkness. Nothing to hope,nothing to see. I'm in this dark cave seeking my path endlessly mystified,narrowed down. These darknesses are crucifying me.. |
I'm catching the smell of the senses..
| I'm catching the smell of the senses.. |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Miscellaneous |
|
I'm catching the smell of the senses..
Strayed in the airs.. Searching for serene siesta.. I fed them with water.. They visits the end of the lines.. |
'Magna Civitas,Magna Solitude'
| 'Magna Civitas,Magna Solitude' |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Life |
|
Being pushed into the bulky bus
I was gently cornered in the corner of the bus. I declared independence in the crowd- I cornered myself in the crowd- 'Magna Civitas,Magna Solitude' is proved! |
Formidable Truth of Your Beauty
I measured your beauty to all dimensions-
Left-right,north-south,east-west,upward-beneath!
Where I can start my narration?
Lets begin it with from your flying hairs for the comforts sake!
They are flying as the happy 'Gangchil' upon the waves of the sea!
Your ever wide forehead shines like a sun.
Your two brows differentiates them as the two shores of the river 'Gomati'.
The sharp nose flows from the in between and ends with touching the banks of your two fiery leaps-
Two petals of your leaps hugged each other as the evergreen lovers love-making!
In your cheeks the moon plays hide and seek.All the epics are written there glittering with the shining graces of your smiles-
My pen refuses to go beneath hence!
It feels shy to kiss your beauties with the ink!
Only thing it announce-"My thirsty tongue urges to quench its thirst drinking the cool beauties flowing from the fountain of your face!"
Left-right,north-south,east-west,upward-beneath!
Where I can start my narration?
Lets begin it with from your flying hairs for the comforts sake!
They are flying as the happy 'Gangchil' upon the waves of the sea!
Your ever wide forehead shines like a sun.
Your two brows differentiates them as the two shores of the river 'Gomati'.
The sharp nose flows from the in between and ends with touching the banks of your two fiery leaps-
Two petals of your leaps hugged each other as the evergreen lovers love-making!
In your cheeks the moon plays hide and seek.All the epics are written there glittering with the shining graces of your smiles-
My pen refuses to go beneath hence!
It feels shy to kiss your beauties with the ink!
Only thing it announce-"My thirsty tongue urges to quench its thirst drinking the cool beauties flowing from the fountain of your face!"
শুক্রবার, ৪ মে, ২০১২
Globalization and Bangladesh
How Bangladesh is enchained in the net of globalization and its agents..
Lets find it out..
Lets find it out..
বৃহস্পতিবার, ৩ মে, ২০১২
Every life is a poem
1)
There is a story in every single line of the poem.
Every life is a poem full of rhymes,metres,cacophonies.
There is a story in every single line of the poem.
Every life is a poem full of rhymes,metres,cacophonies.
Hamlet Chewing Gum
There is a Hamlet live in all of
us!
It never let us sleep and rest-
It makes us continue our wandering in the uncertain domain of
"to be or not to be".
We can't assert boldly-
"let be".
Hamlet continues to chew us down.
We turn into a helpless chewing gum
Having hard time between the teeth!
us!
It never let us sleep and rest-
It makes us continue our wandering in the uncertain domain of
"to be or not to be".
We can't assert boldly-
"let be".
Hamlet continues to chew us down.
We turn into a helpless chewing gum
Having hard time between the teeth!
Welcome me to new world
Hey,
I'm Sabidin Ibrahim, a MA student & political activist of the University of Dhaka.
I hope, my journey with all of u will be excellent.......
I'm Sabidin Ibrahim, a MA student & political activist of the University of Dhaka.
I hope, my journey with all of u will be excellent.......
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