REHANUL HOQUE - POEMS

Born in the village of Majkhuria in Bangladesh, Rehanul, a bilingual poet started writing poems at an early age. Although he has interest in different forms of literature, his first and foremost love is poetry. Falling ‘upon the thorns of life’ as Rehanul takes refuge in the lap of nature, so also he seeks pleasure in poetry. He finds no antagonism between art and science. Rehanul believes beauty is religion and poetry can build a habitable earth by promoting beauty and truth together through the appreciation of beauty. He dreams of a future ruled only by love.

​Song of the Heart

 The bird’s song mingling with the sylvan dreams
Of unbridled youthful vigor, flowed through channels
Like a spring flowing with foamy waves;
The waves moved in circular motion while
The bird sang in a long melodious tone
Its enchanting tranquility reminded a lovely past,
The wheat afield and trees by the bank
Absorbed the song in warm breath.
 
The song bridged the seamless rivers of
Past, present and future
Everything became motionless
Relativity gave in to melody, emotions turning to fair ladies
May seem unrealistic but all reasons were proven wrong
At least, as long as the bird sang.
 
The reason that a song could curb the flow of time-
Souls awoke from graves, phantoms put on flesh
Trickster coaxed to enjoy his magic show
The show gradually left everyone in a trance 
In the meantime,
A chaste woman of the 18th century India lost her sanctity
Yet, it was a mind-blowing experience
Now the woman finds it pleasing to jump upon
The funeral pyre!
Heart is set ablaze but love is Phoenix.
 
Bird, for days your song is no more heard
The burning sensation seems in a maze
Love wanes as much as to become a dead river
A sick man struggling with asthma lies in the Hospital bed
He is left with choking feeling and batted breath
Blood becomes frost, midnight creeps slowly into head
Nothing remains in memory except an empty cage
Bird, you made me an Orpheus
How long will you play hide and seek?
Please come back; never go away leaving me behind.
 
Bird, the fair countenance of Emily and Issac singing pop and rock-
The extract is speechless afternoon,
Sheer hollowness hidden under uniform, relentless fear,
Moths eating out time, desires dissipate, senses become inert
Meanwhile, tortured by Nitrus Oxide
I’m bound to show a smiling face
Bird, why I cannot flee like you!
 
Bird, the lost face of Mayan civilization
Laments till today!                 
With a look to avoiding cruel treatment by Habub,
Although Ostrich hides face in a dune
Its dreams don’t evaporate!
I am a flickering light, but live on some hope
Bird! Please accept me
Play your song to this lonesome soul, a little more.
 
The heart that the mind wants to be with
Let two drops of tear be placed at her feet as swan song
A sigh, little happiness, small tales of everyday-
Only for her, I know these are not enough!
Bird, wherever you are, never forget to sing for us
Your song is song of the heart.

A Tribute to You, Darling

​Darling, under the guise of lightning in a dream
You appeared as nightmare-
The rest is history.
 
An extended vision accrued from electromagnetic spasms
Pervades my body and soul-
Renders a rhythmic motion into you
Within the precincts of a linseed,
Your fragrant body is so unblemished!
You are a beauty par excellence lain like Europa whose folds
Stimulate an undulating lust
My entity, as swirling nitrogen
Leaps up to ten km. and pervades the horizon
I get   goose bumps
You are as serene as quivering lips
Time unified in your eyes.
 
Beautiful darling,
Hurl kisses after kisses numberless making me
As crazy as you can
Let me, in the process of becoming dense to denser
Turn into iceberg, where
Unbounded flows of love are lying in a heart
For you.

Beyond the Smog

​From Supernova I set off on my journey
leaving behind Singularity,  recurrent explosions and the burgeoning tail
of a mammoth existence that falls apart
As microbe-
You call as asteroid
Since then I began to tread my way through
Years.
Dismembered from a primitive existence, I grew up
in the manner of blooming excrescence
You feel as rising pimple
Yet, it is not parting from the existence that causes partition.
The sharp eye quivers at my approach though darkness tends to be
Dismal
Sparks reach to the far east corner.
I am imperturbable and tireless
Without any question of digression on way forward,
this journey will go on as long hydrogen burns and produces helium
Everything but for the sake of attaining the goal.
 
May be-
She is beyond reach.
May be-
None realized my pains
May be-
The universe is tilted
May be-
Telescope is slewing wrong
May be-
Pendulum still swings.
The careful eyes yearn for a moment gentle waves get cracked
Short and long waves fall behind
Frequency becomes irregular.
 
For hundreds of years I am sleepless on the lap of
An everlasting soul
My secrets are unearthed to a dew-drenched grassleaf
in vast field
The leaf trembles a bit and then dances with morning sun.
Still I have no recognition-
Whether any unknown heart heaves a deep sigh for me
is moot point
but there is no news on popular newspapers
Science defines image with the qualities of affecting eyeball, iris and retina,
as well as the capability to turn up topsy-turvy  in brain
Sadly, I have no
Image.
 
The song of skylark booms in hydrogen blast and
sends message all around
Skylark, your song is relayed for generations
though hardly any ear can perceive beyond hertz
Your song pervades through amorphous ways to finally rest
in a drop of tear.
 
Laws framed by tradition fail to resist the vocal cords
Slogans are raised only to fall flat
A ripe and juicy watermelon wallows on ground.
The narrow sharp share of the plough breaks down
while cultivating a fallow land
The heart is racing against concerns for a loving face
History is rewritten- Rommel lost the war.
 
There is a spring called serotonin.
Serotonin starts drying up but wherefrom came the flow,
What brought drought to a land of rivers?
 
It is time for Mount Kilimanjaro to break silence
Ash cloud will cover the sky
Earth has to face another ice age
The shore of Africa and the spiky beach of America will recede further
Civilization along with her glories will be entombed alive
Ice won’t melt the least despite sky being torn by thunderbolt
People will run amok; they will become pale as death
Some more innocent faces will become coated with fog and smoke
‘Whatever may happen, let it happen’- Kilimanjaro, never look behind
It is high time you took a
Rebirth.