I have retired from Government service and am now, at 70, enjoying a fully retired life. Besides reading and freelance writing, I am also engaged with some social works here and there. I enjoy reading poetry more than I like writing some. I wrote quite a few poems in my vernacular Bangla in my yore days, and now, for the last few years I have been writing poems in English too. English not being my mother tongue, readers are requested to view my English poems a bit leniently. I write in English to share my thoughts with the world at large. Like every other poet, I too long to be heard!
To me, life is a beautiful piece of poetry. Indeed, life has always been rewarding and fulfilling to me and I thank God for that. As life matures, so does ones mind and mental vision. At some point in life, the physical vision starts waning but mental vision keeps widening, holding the glory of life aloft. The colors of life portray different pictures at different times. I love to see those portraits painted through poetry. I feel a natural fraternity with all the poets of the world, of all languages.
I do not write much, but read whenever time permits. When I do write, I write for my own pleasure. My writings flow out of my mind as expressions of feelings of all kinds, like love, joy, nature's beauty and behavior, human instincts, heart's yearnings, appreciation of Gods bounties, etc. etc.
I have had an imaginative mind since my childhood. My imaginations were, regrettably, subdued by my introvert attitude. However, fortunately enough, I could overcome this uneasy and uncomfortable state of being in later years, as I grew confidence in myself while growing up. When I think of my curiosity, I remember that Nobel Laureate Gabriel Garcí¬a Márquez described curiosity as "one of the many masks of love" Love in the Time of Cholera. I am, by nature introvert but inquisitive. I used to ask a lot of questions when I was a child. Sometimes due to shyness, I used to ask the questions rather to myself than anybody else and try to give the answers myself too. Till today, I am inquisitive, so please do not take offense if any of my comments seem to be too nosy. You may just ignore them if you would not like to answer.
I am proud to have many friends all over the world today, and I guess, like me, they too are proud of their association with me. I have a natural feeling that I am dear to all my friends, home and abroad, as they are to me. I value friendship and I forgive easily.
Like all writers, I too like to know what the other fellow poets think of my writings. So my heartfelt thanks will always be there for those who would take time to read and comment on my poems and quotes, good or bad. I have included some of my thoughts in my 'Members Quotations' block. I do not wish to get any word of praise unless I truly deserve, and I cherish no yearning for accolades. I do not believe in comment bartering, so it is not necessary for you to comment on my poem just because you have happened to get one or more from me on your poems.
If you want to criticize, discuss or appreciate any of my work or that of yours/others, and if you want elaboration of any of my comment, please feel free to message me. I offer my friendship to all who would stop by and have a look at my works. I try and read as many poems as time permits, and sincerely rate the poems I read. As a usual practice, I take time to comment on poems whenever I read one. Like all other poets, when any of my poems go unread, I too feel sorry.
I can be reached at: khairulahsan@yahoo.com
No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
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When love flows between two yearning hearts,
Even Gods and angels listen,
As softly silence speaks,
And softly silence speaks.....
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A poet's wandering heart is precious
Only to a few eager souls, who hear
Their heart's songs echoed in his words.
That's why to them, the poet is so dear.
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You and me,
Passed thirty years and three,
Through Spring and Winter, rain and shine,
Enjoyed our life, barely with a hint of a whine.
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When you touch me, I can say it's you
Even if my eyes are closed.
For your palms are like text books
That I've read so many times over,
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