Two poems
by Rezauddin Stalin
The Forbidden Numeral
(Nishiddha Shonkha)
A stove is blazing, without any fire
A pot is boiling, not emanating any steam
A stone free barricade standing sky high
And a war without any soldier
Burnt out landscape
Ornamented glamour totally collapsed
A periscopic view of distorted horizon
The forbidden numerals including zero
Are counting themselves, leaning against the cleaver
A Poets Dream
(Kabir Shwapna)
I began to have sweet dreams again
Wishing stars rekindled my soul
Years of grief seemed to have vanished
My silent tears also stopped.
I dream of a life painted with azure tint
With rivers and green shrubberies
An ancient canoe and flock of seagulls
And my soul mate who would adore poetry
Restless leaves swaying in sweet breeze
Birds dancing in the palm of my hand, fearless
Glitters shining in the scarf of the cloud
Dazzling stars showering blessings
Starlit innocence everywhere
Walkway would be reddish velvet
Horizon dazzling with rejoicing peacocks
And my dream lasting for eternity
My renewed life would be heavenly
Seemingly real yet dreamy
Actuality yet imaginative
Come everyone, share my dream.
