Published on 12:00 AM, October 26, 2019

Poetry

Tears of Dying Calm

I separate the bleeding stars

From the severed heartache of the sun,

Sending telepathic ripples to

Banish the moon into gravity's mirage,

Blooming an oasis void of holographic charm.

Solar thunder stuns

Melting spectral comets

Fallen from Cassiopeia's lips,

Putting ether on the run-

Into the cackling whimper

Of a day's undone hum.

Torpedoed night surges as

Lost son of no one--

I quash all energy,

Breeding a nucleic anomaly

Of symmetrical anarchy-

Blood roses rain from

Tears of dying calm.

 

Wind

I am the wind,

Of all the Gods' wealth,

The glorious, the most temperate

I grant Earth her life sustaining power

I provide atmosphere for living things

Without me, creatures couldn't breathe

And nothing would be green

However, don't mistake my maternal nature

For vulnerable sobriety.

For my temperament is quite inconstant

When I am outraged, I can explode instantly,

With violent tantrums of tornadoes and hurricanes

Yet, I am most content creating harmony in nature instead

Listen to the sound of my psithurism symphony,

Whispering in the tall grass and rustling in the tree leaves

Here, I sing beautiful melodies with the gust of every breeze.

So, the next time you feel my sweet caress, remember this;

It is I, the Wind, who gives you vita!

Hasan Maruf teaches English in DPS STS School, Dhaka. He entertains himself by looking at things from odd angles.