Ashraful Kabir: “In The City Of Sleeping”

Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού

I went into the city by mistake
Since that, I’m just like a guest-bird!
I was flying unsteadily without any invitation
From far distance, we find each other – face to face
A strange city! Lying in the strange-surroundings
Motionless, to live as if it is submerged
In the dizziness of sleeping;
The clutches of time prove it.
Surprisingly, each day runs out
Tiredness covers throughout the day
It seems to be better than Confucius
I myself want to be self-verbal
Get frustrated! Maybe in the sanctuary
No one is watchful except the guest-bird.
Time goes on, and all sales are calculated
But calculation does not get balanced!
It appears to be an equation of Fibonacci-sequence
My eyes gradually get murky and puzzled
And through the blurred eyes –
All the old memories overflow.

Resonance of Love

My confidential report was printed on a paper
Since then, a hue and cry is all around!
Being very careful, no wild butterfly came nearer.
Swinging inside the China-rose
The forbidden deity shows the outlet of return;
The gorgeous display of cosmetics indicates
The ensuing visit of a new visitor.
The dawn that wanted to come out of darkness
Got retarded and immersed in loneliness.
On the other hand –
From a remote region of mind
The pure god of love is silent and
Enjoys the resonance of love.

Kaleidoscopic View

I am wandering endlessly, chasing after glister
From the vicinity of the big bang
Then walking and walking, stepping forward and
Tireless running! With the touch of the ashes
I tell the endless-incinerated story of the shadows.
No, there is no end
This is just the beginning of the story.
Sometimes it fades and floats with regret
Intention less, for no reason
Make me laugh in satire.