All THAT WE ARE IS THE RESULT OF WHAT WE HAVE THOUGHT. - BUDDHA

Thirty-Five Years of Memories

The mystery remains around my granny's date of birth,
yet the gilded blouse and sari of her marriage day
still vivid in our memory.
How many times we sought those precious things,
throughout every nooks and corner of her old cabin,
blowing in the wind like her warm caress,
and swept her affectionate potato field away
throughout the enduring patio.
Yet the memory still drags me into the village,
only to get encountered with her graveyard.
Oh, 35 years have passed as the dry leaves keep falling apart
around her graveyard.

Aug '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

While Corona Bought The Silence In The Crowded City

We are surviving in a city of insects
where everything can found in the exchange of money.
The lustrious tongue, sinuous poop, or the expensive ginseng.
But why all these? when every one merely gets survived
like worms and insects.
From far above the dense city can be seemed
as the million box-like houses scattered on a silted anthill
lushed with Topis and the headful of cow dungs.
Where some lards still can found
that always get cavorted with xenophobic zest.
And that bizarre stories of hur-fairies
which are getting as pandemic day by day
while Socrates has proscribed for many a year.
Yet the Corona bought the silence in this crowded city, RIP.

Jun '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Let me venture into the kitchen of thirty years back

Let me venture into the kitchen of thirty years past,
Where Mother sat beside her kerosene stove, steadfast.
Her dish brimming with golden soya bean oil,
A crimson bummalo plunged into the hot coil,
With a sizzle loud, it danced to the surface, a culinary foil.
A fragrance so divine, it bound my appetite in its coil.

I fetched my trusty silver plate,
And Ma served me generously, her love innate.
A feast I had, a memory to brood,
Lost in the contentment, I succumbed to a nap's solitude.

Mar '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

It's better to die in a golden moment

It's better to die in a golden moment
While the heart gets lost into the open sky.
A few wordings will have lamented for me
along with your iced teardrops. Will you
puddle them all in a french makeup box
and preserve the memories for the next
progeny?

Mar '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

When there was a lake

When there was a lake
We went there to collect some gravels,
Then the lake was lost forever;
When there was a hill
We stand beside the dead tree
Counting her ghostly fingers,
Then the trees again washed away by civilization;
When there was a den inside the gnarled-roots
I could look out through tiny-peepholes
A complete view of the whole red house between the twigs and leaves,
But now everything washed away;
The woods, the red house,
Twigs and leaves,
Crows and sparrows,
Oh, the green parrot of the olive tree!
Everything was wiped by modern civilization.

Jan 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Where are you?

Where are you?
Within the silence of Rickshaw rally-
Suddenly in the book stores-
Clutching the Cassette of Carpenters;

Into the expression of the autumn clouds
Throughout the soft wounded mountains-
The first day of the new year appeared
Yet you did not come!;
I bought Sari for you-
Like the flannel sky of New Year-
Mingled with the Colors of thousands of year-
Of Rembrandt, Chagall and Gauguin!;

A Stroked drawing made-
love letter
Manifested a Guitar-
Flamenco, Jazz, or Blues;
You did not
Did you?
Did you come across the city?

Apr 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

An eyewash civilization of organized faith

The mail train reached just before the dawn.

The city was weeping for its old aborigins.

Still, they keep out their invisible artworks across the

walls, narrow streets and in the alleys.

The smokes of the ancient cigars and weeds again

boomerang even in this inevitable industrialization,

Which only drags the civilization onto the hopeless

realm.

A realm that secretly mingled with west and east.

An eyewash civilization of organized faith! Organized

looting and organized banditry!

Aug 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Please Don't Lust The World As A Young **** Whiteout Any Name And Destination

If rain were to fall for a thousand years,
Could it heal the sorrow from fossil tears?
Bengal's classical beauty, Jibonando Das once knew,
Fading away, the Delta's changes accrue.
Silt infiltrates urban winds in unusual stride,
A river stumbles, carrying a garbage tide.
Yet people dream of their heritage, so bold,
Vatiyari, Vawaiyya Songs, stories untold.
The wind bears the unsocial science's weight,
In every room, plastic time bombs await.
Rivers, like our throats, were once soft and clean,
Now choked with plastic fossils, an earthly scene.
Sorrow has become as common as meadow grass,
Yet its true origin remains elusive, alas.
Set sail for an original feeling, if you dare,
Among plastic bottles and polythene's snare.
They conspire to silence Earth's beautiful birds,
As we float on the sea, bearing our histories' words.
We pay a 17% tax to those who've lusted for fame,
Like nameless, destinationless souls, they remain.

Oct 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

IF

If
I would learned, how to tamed the mind-hound twenty years back,
Then
I never ousted a long term incumbent only by a few more desperation,
Nonetheless
Everything was cleansed, every road was colored with expressionist strokes,
Hence
I might be an anesthetize hound who intruded in this capital by his sniffy- scrutiny.

Sep 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Mysterious Fourth Coming Step

The evening was queer, sultry, without electricity. Everybody was going to the Cow Market. I alone was sitting and musing about you. I heart something like this about Michelle Angelo who became an ardent lover at that same age too. This little Ukulele within the untidy room, books on the shelf everything knew that you won't come back. Yet I loved to decorate the room for your mysterious fourth coming step.

Aug 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

My First And last Car

The moon moved when I focused on its circle
and my father in the driving seat.
It was a sky blue Volkswagon 1300,
and it always keeps moving
whenever I jump into those memories.
After an extended period,
the father bought another car,
but it disappeared at a hasty speed.
So the sky blue Volkswagon remains as my first and last car.

May '22, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

An Odor of Winter

It is better to tell the truth slant
The sun exerts it every year subsequently,as they passed away
Dryness, dirty wind, all those components precipitating the upcoming winter,
Nothing is left or nothing to be done
Hence, life became as impenetrable phenomenon-
Nothing to lose or dream with,
Just a little smell of the woods-
Enticing me through the mountain-
to have an odor of winter.

Oct 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

We Are So Cool To Be Fooled

In this temperate city
When March still keeps the wintry,
pathological weather up
Around the Bay of Bengal.
And we the few fools
Still, keep on playing the guitar
For to lessening the greenhouse effects
That grows inside the skull
Of the urban people.
Oh, we are so cool
To be fooled
By the city's rush hours.

Mar 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

November

The winter has utterly hauled by the pseudoscience
All the species are wheezing along with imperial toads.
You and I, lackadaisically sprawling down on the Chinese turf
In the different Cities where the moonlight also disappeared
through the annexation of western civilization.

Nov 2016, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Here!

The memories were silhouetted through the mist
Where shadow mingled with gray and purple
Took my memory-brush from the red bandana
That was a gift from a dead architect come painter
Who had showed me magic of the National Embassy designed by Kahn
They all had died before the dawn and left me alone
But I become comfortable just to silhouette my memories
Here!

Aug 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

The Secret Behind The Sniffing Around Like A Dog

Every individual has certain expertise in a certain field
Or each individual knows something which can't be
known by others.
But there lies a great danger since anyone could
derail you through his superiority or even turn you
into simple prey.
That's why I'm just sniffing around like a dog only to
find out the learned person and try to serve them with
my last resort.
I think that's the best policy being a simple man
among the bazillions of clever and cunning.

May '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Night And The Incantation

As the night spreads and it drags me into complete recklessness instead of a great sleep. Since we comfortably sold our neighborhood to an unsophisticated machine called half excavator and half tractor and it creates that loud noise, so noisy that even the forbidden old dogs( since to pet the dogs is prohibited here) also get annoyed and start to bark. But I the recluse, always tend to write or play an online chess game behind the dark glass that covers the window. I keep awakeness until I get drowsy and the book used to fall from my clutch. Thus again the morning breaks and evening falls and the sadness continues to flow to your shore. Does it ripple your harbor? Do your feelings become completely blunt or numb for this old parrot? Shall I snuggle down and dreaming about the word as carrot? Not bad, the words replied, labeled the "sword" instead of "words".

Jul 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Grass and weed burn together

Grass and weed burn together which receives the sanction from the mouth of a hipster. Fuddy-duddy filthy star parroting the style of 'All along watchtower' that had performed by the towering figure. That's the hidden cliche of the people's mind in this delta stretched landside. But when a man comes up with blues or playing some jazz with a few puffs of a spliff and mingles him with today's phenomenon. How can you differ him away?

Jun 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Nobody felt any pain

Nobody felt any pain
as the drone person slept on the floor.
He was crossing his frontier
as a bird fly while getting rid of the cage.
His only son was still busy with his games.
His wife was busy enough with hi and hello.
In the piano room, there was a big Madagascar-cockroach
strolling over the 88 keys.
after a while, a black cat arrived
she just crossed over the 88 keys even more smoothly
It sounds great....!
like a Keith Jarrett's jazz piece
the dead man laughed out again
but nobody felt any pain

Jun 2013, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

On The Way To A Pebbled Street

Walking around the pebble street or collecting the pebbles was one of my favorite habits.
The passion became more acute when I found some yellowish pebbled tinged with unearthly colors.
I got stared and stared, and that passion still elongating life without paying any attention.
Sometimes I find a strait pebbled street surrounded by the exotic cypress to a graveyard in our oldest Christian neighborhood,
And I lay down there, staring above the sky,
juxtaposing the colors of molten magnum(underneath my shadowy affairs)
and the stars above, the destiny of the infinite life.

Jul '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

In Search of an Iota of peace

It's been forty years when I threw the brush and colors
Though I sat beside the known blue ridge mountain,
Sang the old songs beneath the same heaven
Where the strokes of Greco and Raphael
Stretched all around the tinged pink sky.
And I the most reclused of this planet
searching for some tools in which
a slowcoach like me would plunge
Into the inherent pleasure and could
Spell out at least before the last breath,
'Yes, I got an iota of peace in this life.

Jun 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

A Mountain Fabble

A mountain found itself laying down
After a few minutes of the meditation session.
Then it turned to look out the window
And began to listen to the music of the horizon.
It's not a dream, it thought
but when it realized that the orchestration
Is being played by the bazillion of birds
That sheltered inside its own green porous,
It laughed out loud and evaporated into the wind

Mar 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

A Sketch of The Alter of a Solitary Lovelorn Ceaser

Sitting on the tiny bed that brought from the market near to the shipbreaking zone.
The splintered part of a poisonous old ship finally put me some peace while I slumbered, over napped, or dreamed about a wondrous morning.
Though my limbs always keep grudging about its littleness while they sprawl and crawl inside the mosquito net.
The aerial bird never left the unknown sailor without injecting out a sting.
But when the morning breaks and the wind begins to blow, the hammock-like bed turns into an altar of a solitary lovelorn Ceaser, a sacred atheist who loves to behold the world with its heart, not with eyes.

Sep 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam life

In This Mild Cold City

I don’t know what to do
In this mild cold city
Where every alley is closing their mouth
For the pretentious frantic of middle age
Every tower destined to measure them
marked their forehead with some unseen trace
kind of Badge of Shame but yet Nocturne goes on
in a French cafe nonchalantly, only a Siamese cat
stretches its slick body with it mysterious jazzy ears
exhibition goes on in the gallery, only elixir of life
for the sexagenarians and they gather and gathered
in this mild cold city then I took a Rickshaw at 9 pm.

Feb 2016, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

At The Ease of End of The Day

How long should I walk
for the endless suffering!
However, life would be just windy
throughout the adolescence to the end.
with the lightness of bee as it courts
the flower without harming its fragrance,
If I too fleet about around the blue stages of life
and could get the remarks of grammar-less bliss
or sorrow at the ease of end of the day.

May 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Poetry Fest of 2016

Yes I’m flapping
Like a fat robin
In a misty morning
Of February ‘16
The words scattered everywhere,
Dangling in the trees of memories.
Flattened by the ostentatious tramps
But the wind blows in the old fashion.
Recites the poetry
From the membrane,
From the transmitter,
Muffled by motorcycle,
Tufted by the ambrosia of words again,
Here on the island of little bluegrass.

Sep 2015, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

If I had a Blue Monte Carlo

If I had a Blue Monte Carlo
covered with all strange things,
a whacked Tiger, front light brassier,
and that drunken head-lights always
dreaming of the Italian liquor.
In the morning I would drive it
down to an Italian hill with my senorita
who's obsessed about Dolce Vita while
I would keep musing on paintings
that surrounded the ancient cities.
In the end, I would return from the party
and kiss my blue darling and run through
the studio room for completing the unfinished painting
and lost myself within the room full of pictures.

Jun '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

While We Rise Again

Flowers always bloom where life blossoms.
The verge of the time always flows towards hope.
But the night will never be the night again.
So to the day, if you look out and don’t grope.
And the rain will appear with the sparse drops among the staves.
The garden will bloom while we rise again from the purple grave.

Aug 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Rain washed the City

Rain washed the City
But dirtied the cabin even more
Dirty boy with the dirty dress in the dirty alley
Still alive as the apostle of the guardian of angle
Bravely take refuge on both sides of the footpath
Even though the enormous mosques remain empty late at night
Political voices never utter the distress of these famed hobos

Jun 2015, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

From paper Box to iron box

I petted a dog called Milo when my wife estranged me.
He was little and quicky while I was turning a box into his house
and started to peeping me out through the rounded peephole.
It tweeted even from the grooved verandah
while I was crossing the alley for work
and kept waiting till my return.
When Milo got a little bigger, I left the capital for worth
and settled down in the southern city.
There he lived on the ground, and I was on the 2nd floor.
But I got terrified when a pack of strays outraged him in the night.
Hence I caged it in another box; this time, it was iron made.

Jan '21, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Late Afternoon Poem

How many times I wrote poems
About this particular subject matter,
I don't know.
Yet. this evening fall remains as my
Everlasting wonder and I often get
Buffaloed to spot whether it's the
Planet Nibiru of Nemesis or the
Earth of our solar system and its
the newest idea behind this interest.
And yet this newly found hypothesis
isn't so bad. Since I could easily embark
Towards the youthly track of Mesopotamia
Besides all those age-old notions of yours.
It inundates me like the greek philosophy
And that's why I'm more inclined to the
Sumerian ontology and it at least save
me from, from that to that, those dried up
ranting of folks and hope those vociferations
will have once bloomed as the flower of Golgotha.
Thus I want to say to those who understand
That we've created here as a mere slave only,
So let's extract out all the sources of bliss
While observing the late evening as the cartridge
paper sucks all the colors and tinges itself throughout
the veins.

Mar 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam spiritual

A Pounded Soft & Flexible Achilles Amidst The Affair of Honor of Green & Milked Tea

Green Tea is my kingly associate
Whom I hate like a parched communist.
Yet it remains like a great friend of mine when evening falls
And forget the sweet taste of Milked-Tea for the time being.
While the night expands and the laborious act of translation also grows simultaneously
The ever lethargic sun also takes a peep through the window and rhyming with the dawn.
The archetype filming of the sequence could be,-
‘A soft and flexible Achilles musing with an ever worshipped cup of Milked-Tea over a lonely roundtable’.
Seeing that the stars above the sky also centrifuging
For the sake of the lazy sun which will emerge very soon only to
The thirst of sweet Milk-tea like ocean.

Aug 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Marginal Life

We the few birds singing the song of life
in the edge of this urban bucolic beauty.
But we get frigid while playing flip-flop
Then musing like the human and ask why we
Feel so cold being in this tropical zone?
However, once we experienced such bone-shaking cold
In a thousand and milliard birth before around the north pole.

Mar 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Treatise Chapter 4

Remember, your mind is like a garden
Whatever you sow over there wholeheartedly,
You'll get the fruit definitely.
Just nurture your mind
Likewise an honest peasant,
Remember, hunger is like the poison to your field,
And the preconceptions are similar to weeds.
If you can sow with the pure mind
Be sure, you'll get the expected fruits surely!

Jun 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

In The Midst of China, India, Pakistan & Afghanistan

An orange monk just climbed up the blue hill
Standing and enjoying the chirping and cooing
Softly holding a Rose, wow- that shot been
Uploaded in the Face Book by an unknown-
Adherent
On the other side where the frontier clash
Touches the boiling point at the height of Himalaya
A black bearded beau got up into an arid hill
And clutches an AK 47 and pointing towards India
That has been also uploaded in the Face Book
A jihadi remarked “you look wonderful Abdul-
Keep your rigidity”

Sep 2015, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Finally Loved Mountain

I was born to love the mountain
Bucolic walk way, the way I walk now-
That's dream was woven in my previous birth;
However, the way to come to me at vespers-
The gentle touch of velvet grass dried up already,
The wiz uncommonness of Rhododendron-
Substantially spears my wounded heart and implies-
"Where had you been?"
"Finally loved mountain?"

Sep 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

A temple on a corroded tiny hill

A temple on a corroded tiny hill,
Vulnerable in the northwester jingle;
Could get toppled
through the whim of the lightest swing.
We, too, got down through the stair of faith,
left some footprint of memories,
unconsciously diffused the signatures of loving-kindness.
It seems severe while we discover an open sky
filled with endless kindness.

Mar '21, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

How subtle this Doggy Generation

A puppy has succumbed in a coldblooded world
Yet the people seem more seductive on their own point of views.
They don't care for the quietism, stoicism or for other's faith
And always prone to leave the ruts of their own whims and wills.
So then most of the individual mind has turned into an asbestos of pretense and falsehood.
And frequently get afraid while they encounter with the endless innocence eyes of dog hood.
Some could, some couldn't see the rare sorrow of a puppy.
Yet some still could, and I may for a while and get mused,
And think to myself, how subtle this Doggy Generation.

Feb '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam

Can you come again with your waving tresses

Can you come again with your waving tresses-
in that summer field,
As we stood on a cliff of the remnant hill and seeing the flying crows-
although the cliff, the house, and the mysteries-
Everything only remains in our memories;
Listen; still, I can hear the muffled trill of the piano-
Which sunk into the ocean-
in the resonance of catastrophe.

Sep 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The winter seems short and terse

The winter seems short and terse
While the fondness of December
Renegades the covenant of eyes.
Just two sets of eyes need to be stared
In this shooting ground of rugged fifty.
Hey I've been crawling here as Julius
But now I turned to a Seneca for the
Steadiness of sentimentalism as I
gripping the purple rose after all those
Stories and bunks of the guns.

Nov 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

We are those

We are those who don't hold the huff
That's why we could easily mingle with the sky.
We turn our head towards the graveyard where you never walk
Thus we nevermore hold the spree of enmity among the grasses that blows at our grave.

Oct 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Shooting in America

Shooting in America is like windfalls
Scattering in its green time. The memories of redmen could be brought down behind the union's backdrop. Who stole America or introduced the gun could be an interesting issue while drinking the bourbon. The outcome could be shrilled out around the rooftop gardens of the big cities. How many big cities have howled against the gun right.

Oct 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Dwindling into Tao

The leaves sprout and the flowers bloom
Behind the phenomenon that we owe.
The green time appears to subdue the blue
And we all begin to scramble over the newly found epistle.
But it's better to keep our fortune to the ground
And let us get dwindle into the Tao.

Oct 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Our City life

Our city life is shrinking,
Walking is utterly restricted,
But the authority always remains relaxed.
It builds flyover for the cost of lives,
It took civilians as a subject of business,
And we here treated as the chickens of the boiler.
Beyond all those complains
We remain cool and cheerful
Since the city always remains stone cool.
Our business got stuck
the looters turned to oligarchs
But the city gets well with its gentle air.

Sep 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

What Shall I Write Then

Everything has been written down
on this soft, supple and gray paper,
And now I'll only destroy it, deliberately
annihilating the priceless forest resource
In the urge of creating a poetry yet if
somebody fling out some money from
the sky!

Apr 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Nearest port to the hell

I love to see this death-
Undiscovered Tera Incognito,
In the dream's breath-
Nipples of the heaven-
And the marrow of the fays-,
I want to mixed up with-
barrels of holy beers,
Fling the sorrows into the hell-
from the windows shack of the heaven-
nearest port to the hell.

Apr 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

A man of late forties

An urban cave man
Friendly with death,
Knifes behind the windows
Waking every moment,
Merely visited sometimes
Nor even a happy puppy!
But intruder of memories-
Weightier than the earth!
And respiration is going on-
Of a man of late forties.

Dec 2013, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The Attraction of Colors

An apparition of a typical French lady evolved through an impressionist or expressionist canvas.
A caged bird starring at the lady of classic colures, the cage or the window-span nothing attracts me.
Instead, the colors on her many flares make me more violet, blue and green addict.
The backdrop also cliché to me, but yet the colors made everything cozy. So whenever a translucent image appears, it mesmerizes my mind through its colors nor by the figures.

Jul '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Survival of The Fittest

Once upon a time, I was born as a Neanderthal.
Roaming towards the Scandinavia.
Perhaps, around the Lapland.
So one day, Jenny and I went walking.
In the grassland of Lapland with the sharped stones
only weapons we owed.
Jenny kept her busy to pluck out
some kind of Lilac and bluebonnets
while I was concentrating on collecting the rhododendron.
Just before the eve, we saw some Homosopheins
standing on a far distant misty mountain,
approaching us with raising hands.
Jenny got slipped away with a shrill
while their arrival seemed a matter of time
and I got starred at the reptilian eyes of a dragon.
Nothing can't remember from my site,
while we tumbled down from the cliff.
But we got lost perhaps into the mouth of that behemoth.
Yet the Homosopheins managed to scaped
Since they were a little faster than us.

Jun '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The Blooming Time Of Dandelion

The dandelion has to bloom
Though it seems dropout
From the gravel path
From the grasses.
Let it voice sounds
Let it burst be listened
By the cumulus clouds
Since they are mirrored.
Remain unknown for an unknown reason
Let them court again with all forces
Forces that drives them from all forces
Let them live plain, the life that nature has given.

May 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Looking Out The Life Through Binocular

If I would live a few more years
the muffled wordings of mine
will have turned into the
color of primordial loafs.
Whether you've already sniffed around
only for it, in the jungle, in the alley
But the sunflower of mind needs prudence
Since the wordings haunt as apparitions.

Jul 2017, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Me And A Crow

To me
A crow that perched on the wall
That graffitied by hundreds of words
And me, a shameless patriot
Who sat on a bench in the tea store
Where chauvinist and fanatic sit by side
Actually that crow and that me
Are the adherent of a strange ism
Whether it is waiting for another loaf
And I’m waiting for the wordings
That could ease my longing soul!

Mar 2016, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Process of Digestion

Clutching the handles meticulously
The homunculus walks grotesquely
Though the lid has been opened forever
Dower for the Eurasian Cockroach brother!
And again, hope is hope which can’t be sprawl
In the time of editing, cooking, digestion and growl
Feast cauldron shall have absorbed in the most prehistoric fashion
It in the same way as contemplation, while the cloudy sky still remains.

Sep 2015, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Penmanship

We all wandering around here at this very paper.From the dew of the morning through the mist of the evening in this winter time. Sometimes we blame each other for our silly mistakes to hide our cognitive conflict and the god like egos. But the truth is that we all are not as aware in this world as same fashion. To reveal the idea we take pen and write, that is probably we call penmanship.

Feb 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Let Celebrate Death

Life must get ended up anywhere you turn
so let guillotine your Homo Sapien's identity
and make disabled all your unfulfilled desires.
Right now on this cubic inherited breakfast table
and feast the reaper that always lurks behind your haunted window, adorns her with the remnant of Juliet Roses, and celebrate death.

Jul '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Couldn't you wait for a long

Louisiana, everything has been fading away
As I'm disappearing within the mist.
And all my heritage too, covering through the fog sheet.
And I'm acting like an isolated wise fox of this dens land.
Even it became a painstaking matter to find out an opening
Under the subterranean world or conduit too for the living.
The situation turned me into a complete fugitive
Since there always remains a saying about the aging
and I know I'm aged.
But is that really what determined
when everybody evaluates me only with the skin?
Yet I'm getting more sacred through my aging.
And you too left me to overlooking my crow feet.
Lousiana, couldn't you wait for a long?

Dec 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Only to become dust

The floating corpses of the ants in the tea-cup or the capsized cockroach in the commode all are the reflection of our worldly lusts.
Somebody dreams about those affairs by bursting the balloon with a pin or by bursting out his own body!
Thus I remain as a vagabond instead of being worldly and scattering all the raw colors of God or Mortals upon the dreamy worldly-field only to become a dust.

Aug 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The Light And The Shadow

Perhaps the voice of self indulgent will have unrevealed forever
As the moon always remains invisible from this alley,
Hence, the light said to the shadow within the gusty wind-
"Just wait a few more days, buddy
Or else, spend your remaining life-
Here in this shantytown,
Thereafter, you will be in equanimity-
while the bodily curse omitted"

Oct 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

This worn out dictionary

This worn out dictionary once belongs to our family
It was the most useful book among the seven brothers and sisters,
In the mid 80's it had become a scrambling matter when everybody grew up
When we all gathered under a same roof into the many different reading tables
Sometimes we got frightened for that sweet old dictionary
Sometimes dad used to took it to check the new words
But everything had changed so quickly
And old house, old prestige all smashed
We all had fragmented in many pieces
After dad died before a decade
As Nasu died before dad
So Grandma more than three decades
I used to take a big sigh
Whenever I hold that worn out book
Perforated by worms, torn by the history
But I like to keep it among the newest and brand new books
Because I believe it is the only genuine evidence as I grew older.

Aug 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

And I Remember You

Life keeps sprawling, heating the ground.
The affords shredded down,
and we got stuck in a modern cave
full of squandering, age of shopping.
And there we found each other
while splashing the words with the water.
The sun gets unmasked while
I kiss the moon every moment I remember you.

Jun '22, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Nandakanan The Beautiful Neighborhood

I always stare at it well. it was an excellent neighborhood once, prominent in all respect, with its silent alleys of friendly neighbors, friendliness diffused everywhere from alley to alley, from house to house. And all the doors stood open throughout the year; So lock and key seemed a quaint matter. The Rhododendrons grew every corner that was filled with a little grass. The yard was narrow yet still worthy as our playground. Oh, that precious old time when we always gazed at the mountaintop and at that tall tower. But we lost those time as we grew older and all of a sudden we left the neighborhood. At this stage of life, I still indulge myself to think about those beautiful time. The time that mingled with that beautiful neighborhood.

Jul 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

While The Breath Received The Sanctions

When I stood in front of my door after crossing out the patchy drizzled street, it was stark dark. The robotic face of the steel lock asked me why did you come again? when I unlocking its heart with the silent murmur it dangled lightly. Then a sharp shriek has been muffled by the sudden stampeding of my shoes. The crocodile shoes, and the whole lighted up environment which has been silhouetted just a few seconds before. The long sigh of my breath has been received the sanction to live a life with full heartedly.

Jul 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Towards your continent

I've sailed over the ocean reversely
Thus I lost the station within the vortex of North Wind.
Yet I returned to the ever comfortable emptiness of dark
While the mural of the heavenly myth also withered likewise
The history of a very first apocalypse that happened on earth,
And yet you know what I want to utter now, musing about
Where should I lost now as I'm holding your words like the straw!
Oh my maiden of spring, all the rivers have been disappeared
Within the mass of the skin pilled region and still sailing me away
Towards your continent.

Jul 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Night

Night is for waiting
Night is for ignoring necessity
Night is for misery through the dawn
Night is for laying down and stare above
Night is for shivering for unnecessary air-cooling
Night is for burning mark on the sheet that smoothed obliviously.

Aug 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The Exceptional Friday

This Friday seems exceptionally good for me.
Its wind brings back me the heavenly chill
in the time of sweating, sniffing, and ignoring.
The older man at my age always trudge, shamble
But I keep walking while still get drunk by the
rice water.
You know I cook for the goodness of beings
that reside inside my parking lot and get
asleep while thinking about the cat who
stole my dry fish.
The purple snake hisses
yet still, take it as bliss
instead of hundred of your bitter kisses.

Apr 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Everywhere flower blooms

Everywhere flower blooms
And every day seems new
Over the tinged pallets we grew.
Is that the bliss
That I've been looking for?
or stretched my hand
Towards the heaven of immortal.
Oh, yes it's raining now
Through the firmament of cloud
Since something has been
Just cut out from the livelihood.
Oh, that's the triviality called doubt.

Mar 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The city was floating onto the bloody full moon

The city was floating onto the bloody full moon but the man was contemplating on the skull that he wanted to draw. The brushes, knife, pallet everything had been collected from an uncanny Art store surrounded by a secret neighborhood. The neighborhood which was always shrouded in mystery for its apologistic activity towards their specific creed. However most of the families of the neighborhood had owned the green cards, green lights..... those were also glistening beneath the moonlight. They were laughing at the man continuously after seeing him carrying out the art materials. They believed he was the most wretched recluse, the man without a green card, social status! The man remained ignored indeed from every aspect of life, from the society, neighborhood, village. Yet musing on his mind as if he was looking at the current of the time. And thus the way the man outrode the holographic image of time, passion, and suppression...

Jul 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

My Fate

Sitting on the bank of a river
beneath the darkness of the bamboo grove
only to observe the mangata.
But I got lost on a weird island
through the sudden storm,
the surge of the wave.
This is me who became the citizen of that unknown island,
still remains unknown forever
And that's my very fate.

Aug '22, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Oh the grape wine comes in a hurry Like an ancient Athenian slave

All the grammars of my frail frame get stirred
while I remember the vine, rustle the branches
of sad memories. Beautifully they dip down
from a bottle of Italian red wine, and puddle
the red rain into my conscience.
I wait, when the time will arrive as I switch
the button of the lift and they get hurried
to the response as an Athenian slave.
Then I will have lost myself throughout
the pages of Gibran or through the songs
of Eva Cassidy in my open perch.
Are there any other iota that has left
behind by the creator instead of those
pessimist poets and divas on this quadruple field?
I doubt, hence I would have turned myself
into a mere philosophical stone of all the sadness
and happiness for those poets and divas.
Oh the grape wine comes in a hurry
Like an ancient Athenian slave.

Mar '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

For Another World

America is now obsessed with slumber
And there in the Harmuj Straight
The thirst for vengeance is getting spread
all over.
Yet ours weaken hands are just mumbling
for the self-defense right this afternoon.
We turn into the pieces of cakes through
the sweetened tropical slicings, what we dream for,
" Le gateau with raisin"!
And we drape ourselves as a princess
sprawls around the wallpaper of lordship,
Along with the princess of a high family.
Hence, you and I together weave our youths
silently while playing hide and seek
around the Sub-Sahara, on the verge of the Mediterranean,
Or in the meddling fragrance of Vinyard
in the midst Italian plateau
for the dream of another world.

Jan '20, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

The Drone of Mind

Still, I'm passing life in this land
as a Yankee doodle without stallion.
Melo Niphomiac drizzle still needed
to get back into its prime stage. The life
is getting elongated over the years, will
it be cozier or smoother rather than hectic?
The drone of mind hovering over the year 2030,
will it be disease-free or become more severe
with the comeback of ancient epidemics!

Aug 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam chiroharith

Want to smell more

Want to smell more,
the pungent smell of parsley, mint
but all those aristocracies are just
gone with the wind.
Yet here I banked,
on a graveyard filled with foam and froth
pondering over the rhyme that I never cite
and the time begins to die.

Apr 2019, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

While The Ukulele Got Slept

The Ukulele was napping beside the ancient CD stuff
And I'm still alive with the music that made us wondrous.
The light-watchmen those who surround the dark glass
Soar me up to the sky of the natural Olympus,
where I can always find you within the realm of the cumulus cloud.
The backdrop filled with the wheat field of Van Gogh
And again a Japanese kite appears out of the blue
When the third eyes got stared, and the reality takes a hue.

Dec 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Remember

Rigidity of stone
That evolves from river
That flows from the steep mountain

Austerity on thirst
That grows from not-self
That follows the equanimity

Now satiate stone
Rules the realm
That has been quenched forever
Remember!

Jan 2016, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

A Tiger In The Zoo

Sitting in the jail called the zoo
as a Royal Bengal Tiger without the tail,
Hunting has never been seen, even in a dream
Freeze the meal filling has;
We then, action without a royal employee-
The jobless body is becoming flabby gradually.
If you sit and spin the head-
Does not even wish to stand in the;
Still can't see the moon in the sky-
She is the god of our tigers forever!

Apr 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

An Amour

A sweetheart died a month before winter.
It was also when the news showed up at my door in the spring.
I came upon myself on the couch, holding your lost hand.
You can't explain the illegal narrative,
so just keep quiet and accept the reality.
The paintings and the drab walls masked my destiny
toward dictatorship and love.

Mar '23, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

An Unnameable Prophet

Don't fall like a hulking fellow underneath the ruthless arbor; hold something that tunes your conscience and mind. Draw the notes around your periphery instead of the Guernica that you imagined. Put on the halo of patience and turn yourself into an unnameable prophet.

Apr '22, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

This Blotched T-Shirt

Sometimes I swab my sweet old guitar with its blow.
This blotched t-shirt with a beach scene is my best friend.
At night, I wear it after it gets dried up
By the warm air of the air conditioner that cools the opposite flat.
The citizen of the opposite apartment started to despise me from the beginning,
and I know what they thought about me;
what a filthy, wretched guitarist he is?
But I don't take their scolding into my head
Since I live life only with the moment.
The time passes away as usual,
and I get stooped towards the soft old pillow
while wearing that blotched cloak.

Sep '21, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

What's Going On

In our country, an unbelievable strike is going on, and we are all confined to our present position. I have been stuck in Dhaka City for the last two days. The morning news befuddled us with more desperation; even an infant fell into the trap of the strikers and succumbed by hauling the ambulance when the ambulance had the legal access to continue its journey during the strike. We saw so many dark faces around the newspaper while the laborers perpetuated those heinous actions across the highways and streets. Drivers without a proper license, underage, or illiterate—those are the ingredients hindering the idea of accepting the penalty, such as five years in jail or Tk 20 lakh for killing a mortal. Sadly, the image of our transport laborers is getting worse day by day, while they deliberately optimize their killing missions with the help of pitches and tires in this tiny little country.

Oct 2018, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

If I Would Rich Enough

Today I walked down a round around the city
Through the rhythm of Tao like a deep tube,
Gazing and enjoying the game of puppy
While I got back there’s a tinge of moonlit only.
And think twice about the future of the doggy hoods
That gave rise an idea, If I would be a rich enough
I’ll create a sanctuary for the street dogs
Where they can enjoy their instinctive drift
That has been shattered by the name of humanity!


20th November, 2016, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith

Prehistoric Uncertain Friend

Where will you take me?
Oh, uncertain exodus,
Take me through the emptiness-
through the fainted brotherhood-
Where nothingness enticing forever,
Rain wet softened mud house-
Slip slides into the unsure subterranean cavity,
Will have landslides, filled with the silts,
Glacier will have rolled
Many more things
The heart which is not outraged by the trembling of curse
For him, an uncertain sky!
uncertain shape-
uncertain darkness-
Everything is certain
Oh my-
Prehistoric uncertain friend!

Jul 2014, Kaiser Mohammad Islam Chiroharith