May I Love You

 

May I Love You

Imrul Kayes

The stormy night breaks up the silence of the night

The thundery sky flashes the violent wings of desire

I wake up trembling in fear.

The sky flashes, the wind slashes, clashes the thoughts in mind.

 

With a roaring passionate call - ‘Oh, my dear!’,

She knocks the door, I could clearly hear.

 

'May I love you?'

She pushes this stormy question in.

‘No.’

The answer backs her from a thundery sin.

 

23 August 2008

Khulna.

Thy Heart

 

Thy Heart

I M R U L  K A Y E S

  

Thy heart is a fragrant flower garden

In which I am a haunting restless bee.

 

Let me kiss the petals and have the nectar in it.

Let me swim into its streams.

 

I will arrange a pilgrimage towards your heart

In where I’ll live and reign

And compose the verses of rosy love for the universe…

 

14 April 2012

                                    Khulna.  

A Strange Wandering

 

A Strange Wandering

I M R U L  K A Y E S 

 

Once in a fine shiny afternoon

I was wandering on the Cemetery Road

All on a sudden, I heard a sweet merry note

Sung from a nearby window.

A beautiful face made me spell-bound.

 

A fine shiny smiling afternoon

A sweet chirping merry tune

And a cute teenage window-face

Made my wandering dignified.

I became a poet of mysticism.

 

22 November 2018

Khulna.

Note: Cemetry Road is a historical busy road in the divisional city of Khulna, Bangladesh.

Deep in the Night

 

Deep in the Night
I M R U L  K A Y E S

Deep in the night when you come in
I get a nostalgic fragrance.
Worm-eaten past, rotten memory diverted, distorted breasts.
Beckoning me to the dark, to gratify the lust
You bestow me your rented properties.
I remain busy only mending my conscience.

Offering me, you want to compensate your ingratitude.
Gatherings of happy days, stolen kisses, innocence romance
Bubbles of teenage fantasy
Trinkets of immature loves, robbed off unfold heart.
Hey nymph, is your compensation enough to amend those losses?
How can I accept you mending my conscience?

25 May 20117
Khulna

My Mother

 

My Mother

(Rabbir Hamhuma Ka”ma Rabbaiani Sagiira)

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

I saw her watery eyes, lit up bright

A promised drop of tear overflowed.

A sweet aromatic feeling encompassed my tiny physic

Because she loved me more than anyone on the earth.

 

I was confined; her loves reigned me

And chained with supreme loves and blessings

I had nowhere to go, no way to leave her

Because she loved me more than anyone on the earth. 

She had a glowing smile for me and a prayer

Always circled round me for my good luck

 I was in her womb safely when she was in crisis

Because she loved me more than anyone on the earth.

Her all smiles and prayers, all hopes offering me,

All her good feelings have been stopped.

No new hope, no blessing, no prayer is offered for me now

Because the most beautiful dignified lady is no more!

 

12 February 2008

Magura.

 

The Angels of Tham Luang Cave

 

The Angels of Tham Luang Cave
I M R U L  K A Y E S

Some angels were confined in the Tham Luang Cave

The Nature seemed to be very brutal to them 

They were dreaming to have a birthday celebration.

Their adventure was full of fantasies and excitements

And the return was abrupted.

Cruel disaster was waiting for them.

The angels fell into the death-jaw

And, so were their caretaker; the coach.

The whole world and the Heaven

Were melting for a prayer for them.

The God Himself took part in this mourning.

Therefore, the angels were rescued.

The sky and the Heaven are now waiting for the reconciliation.

God lives absolutely in mass prayers.

17 June 2018

Khulna

A Blue Butterfly

 

A Blue Butterfly

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Once a blue butterfly touched my teenage mind

I awake up feeling her enchanted touch.

 

In my boyhood she drew her sketch on me

Of and on as she wish

She filled up my mind full blossomed

All around my life, there were dream-fests

I was then a hero of omnipotence.

 

But she was lost in quest of spring honey.

As a child abundant toys after his play being over

 

The blue butterflies come to life and go away

Millions of hearts get broken.

 

I am now busy in mending the broken heart

And planting the trodden dreams of life

I’m only arranging

 mending

 and rearranging…

 

24 September 2018

Khulna

The Invisible Wall

The Invisible Wall

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Behind the back hedge when I touched your red saree

You told me, ‘not now, another day’.

At the edge of Ghosh’s pond when I touched your body

You told me, ‘not now, another day’.

In the jungle wall when I drew you close

You told me, ‘not now, another day’.

not now, another day

not now, another day…

Many a long day and night passed away in this way

You didn’t break the invisible wall.

And never break it…

23 September 2018

Khulna

A Futile Afternoon

 

A Futile Afternoon

 I M R U L  K A Y E S

The afternoon was fine

And the mind was fair,

The sky was deep blue

Scattered clouds remain there.

I have an appointment with her.

There’ll be a meeting, a sitting

And the afternoon will be passing over.

 

For a fragile lame excuse

She didn’t come.

My waiting for her

And the arrangement for the afternoon proved futile.

There was no meeting, no sitting,

And no chance to tell her that

‘I need her more than anything in the world’.

 

 

14 September 2010

Khulna 

Nusrat Afia

 

Nusrat Afia
I M R U L  K A Y E S
(May God bless her departed soul)

 

She was only eight when I first met

A dancing butterfly she was, restless and playful.

I was greatly impressed at her humorous cuteness

 

She robbed off my love and blessings

And covered herself into my solemn prayers

She alone was enough to prove that the school is open.

 

She was the centre into her classmates

At morning assembly, sports and culture and in the results

Everywhere she dominated the public focus

 

Her small body was growing as like a flower starts blooming

Nine years have been passed and she was ready to shine

But she bade farewell to us, all on a sudden received the death.

 

The news came to me as a bolt from the blue!

How can I accept that she is no more!

All my prayers, tender love and blessings for her is in vain.

20 August 2008
Khulna.

When She Stares at Me

 

When She Stares at Me

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

When she comes so close to me

I become a restless bee.

When she sings so sweet a note

I behold heart sailing a boat.

When she sits by face to face

I start restless race.

When she takes my hands with care

I dare to touch her hair.

When she stares at me for long

I become a poet of song.

 

 

23 August 2007

Khulna.

To My Sweet Heart

 

To My Sweet Heart

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Oh, my sweet heart, I’d like to question you

How long I've to wait for you?

You’re the dream in the realm of tranquility 

How long I've to live with uncertainty?

I’m tired, my eyes are aching 

How long you'll play the game of shaking? 

Your presence in my heart I bore

Your absence I can bear no more!

 

Oh, my sweet heart, the moon is brightly shone

How long you'll keep me alone?

Dreams and desires are flying in the sky

Why are you feeling so reserve and shy?

I'm here, my dear, the time is passing over

How long you'll take to come to lover?

Your absence, in a true sense, is a death to me

To feel the one, make no fun, I must pray to thee.

 

23 August 1999

Khulna.

Wandering for Love

 

Wandering for Love

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

I'm wandering and seeking for you

Amid the drop of morning dew.

I'm wandering and seeking for you

Over the mountain, ocean and vast green hue.

I'm wandering and seeking you for praising

To remove pain and lonely embracing.

I'll sit on the flowing stream

For swimming, kissing and sweet embracing.

 

I'll hide the selfish world and revilers' sights

For walking alone with you and flying kites

I'll call the mountain nymphs and country girls.

To adore you with flowers and brandish pearls

I'll gather all arts to make a cottage.

To make two one with doubtless bondage.

I'll drown into the Atlantic motion

If you keep me in long separation.

 

I don't know who, exactly who are you?

Everything is nothing for only a view;

 You and you are a one, only a one…

The life of my life, the only reason of my born.

 

23 August 2000

Khulna.

Manushi Chhillar

Manushi Chhillar

I M R U L  K A Y E S
 
Sanya City Arena was ready to hail the Misses
So were the light camera and action.
Beauty, fashion and transaction
Judging, buzzing, parlour and glamour
Everything was present there.
 
Creeping down from the peak of Chomolunga
There appeared a sparking snowy nymph.
She hailed from Haryana, a piece of Indian paradise
Manushi Chhillar, an angelic human I told about.
 
She appeared at the hall and the world became astonished
Enchanting nymphy angel indeed!
Her slow motion cat-walk, front and back turn
Made the entire hall dignified
 
She flashed her glow and captured the hearts of the Universe
Thus, she won the crown at last.
 
Miss Universe 2017.
You must deserve my love and honour.
But ah! I have a princess far more beautiful,
Undiscovered yet to the camera.

24 November 2017

Khulna

 

Note: 
Manushi Chhillar is a model of Hariyana, India who crowned the Miss Universe 2017.
Sanya City Arena is a grand hall of China where the Miss Universe 2017 competition took place.

Chomolunga is the highest peak in Tibet.

The Song of Love

 

The Song of Love

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

You can pick out the bright heart from my chest

Circular pupil of my eyes can be separated.

My strong, brave legs can be cut off from my body

Which could tread million miles in the battle field

My firm fleshy hands can also be separated, because,

They’ve always upheld the flag of victory for freedom.

 

But my love, like soft green crops

Can never be snatched away from my heart

As you can’t separate the fragrance from a rose.

 

So, I’ll be singing the song of love even on the gallows.

 

13 September 2010

Khulna.

May I Love You

 

May I Love You

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

The stormy night breaks up the silence of the night

The thundery sky flashes the violent wings of desire

I wake up trembling in fear.

The sky flashes, the wind slashes, clashes the thoughts in mind.

 

With a passionate call - ‘Oh, my dear!’,

She knocks the door, I could hear

 

May I love you?

She pushes the question in.

‘No.’- The answer backs her from a stormy sin.

 

23 August 2008

Khulna.

A Happy Dove

 

A Happy Dove

 I M R U L  K A Y E S

It was a melodious afternoon of hot May day

I made my way to my darling Noboganga,

A cute dove was waiting for me. 

Beholding the remnants of the day’s beauty

I could recognize her faint scent, familiar skin, red lips.

Her unbendable snowy bosom absorbed the reddish cloud

Deliquescent cuteness welcomed the upcoming evening,

I was lost in her amorous tranquility.

She fastened her fluffy wings and tightened her fleshy cords

I poured my poetic juice, uncounted.

 

 I was caught in her wide-brimmed nest

And burrowed wild seeds into the little furrow.

Note: 

Noboganga- a little local river with stagnant and crystal water. The poet has a great attachment to it.

 

Wait Please Time Will Come

Wait Please Time Will Come

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

At the last day of our school life in the solitary campus

When I drew your dopatta

You told me, ‘wait please, time will come’.

 

At the edge of Abony’s pond we were alone

When I drew your hand

You told me, ‘wait please, time will come’.

 

In the Horse Race Fair of  26 Magh

When I drew you close on the Nagordola

You told me, ‘wait please, time will come’.

 

At the last sitting of our college theatre

When I touch your  bare neck

You told me, ‘wait please, time will come’.

 

‘Wait please, time will come’.

‘Wait please, time will come’.

 

Many a long hours have been waited away

Time has never come.

 

Time only passed away, never returned.

 

Teen love once lost, lost for

Keeps a wound into the heart…

 

23 September 1998

Khulna, Bangladesh

The Love

 

The Love

I M R U L  K A Y E S

 

Touching the fertile soil, I’ve touched your heart

Why don’t you believe me, dear?

If you look at my eyes

Your eyes express the truth… you certainly love me

Why do you refuse the fact again and again?

 

On the bed, everything seems to be very close

My arms want to be attached to your body parts

If the wings swing the grasses, why don’t they want so?

 

Fragrance is stored in rose, restless heart

Smell your body, won’t you get it, dear.

 

05 January 2014

Khulna, Bangladesh

The Procession

The Procession

 I M R U L  K A Y E S

Slogans must be stopped one day

A happy shower will wash away the tiresome sorrows

This dark human habitation will smile

If you return home again.

 

Thousands of prayers have been offered

Millions of tear-drops, sorrows and prayers gone away

The leafless trees and the barren fields will be bloomed

If you return home again.

 

If you return home again

This procession will arrange a coronation ceremony.

09 September 2018

Khulna Bangladesh