Abu Sufian – who is also known as The Silent Poet – was born in 1989 in Comilla, Bangladesh. He is a poet, journalist, scriptwriter and social worker whose writings have appeared in many national and international publications that include newspaper, magazine, books and literary journals. Sufian currently lives in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and he can be reached at his official Facebook poetry page named The Silent Poet (facebook.com/Sufian.Author). He has got his poems published at journals such as Criterion, Literary Voyage, The Literary Herald, Clairvoyance among others. He contributed as one of the ten poets in the recently published poetry anthology, Voice of Monarch Butterflies.
Cancer can take away fleshes
And bones and mortal life.
It can never win over the hearts,
And love that resides in it.
Hearts beat on and on,
Spreading love for centuries.
Love can survive death,
While cancer can't.
Be it frosty winter,
Be it the hottest summer—burning,
Be the darkest place—the coldest ocean's floor,
Be it the windy desert—lifeless,
Life finds a way out,
Life evolves towards immortality,
Life searches God,
Life finds a meaning of life itself...
You are great! Greater than Great Britain!
You colonized lands after lands
You migrated to foreign lands
Without visas, without permission.
You ruled, ‘civilized’ as illegal immigrants
And now you’re troubled by immigrants,
You want to cruelly divorce your friends,
Cause something you hate now,
something you loved once:
TO MIGRATE FOREIGN LANDS ILLEGALLY.
There are many who left footprints
in my heart.
Not many survived, some faded away,
some will remain forever.
And your footprint touched my heart
deep down at the core.
Your signs will be immortal,
as long as my consciousness is alive,
as long as the universe continues to exist.
The Stranger Beloved
I fell down, deep inside, at the core of your heart,
I can hear the heart-beatings,
Sense the emotions and touch the unsaid words hidden in.
Having known your secrets—the unshared memories,
I cried with the tears of yours, and smiled with your smiles.
I fell in your heart, without knowing you,
Without seeing you, hearing you or being heard,
I fell in you before I met you,
Before looking into your eyes—the dark ones with white clouds.
Was it the Noor of your face,
Or the radiant glow,
Or the insatiable fragrance of you,
Or the innocence of your heart,
That pulled me to you like gravity;
like a magnet attaches iron towards it,
Like a night that covers the world with darkness,
Like a moon that shines the darkest night with its glow.
Never did I felt like this,
As if heart is mine and love is yours,
As if soul is mine and life is yours,
As if eyes are mine, sights and dreams are yours,
As if ears are mine, sounds are yours,
As if nose is mine, fragrance is yours,
As if mind is mine, memories are yours,
As if I belong to you; as if I am no more me,
As if I have become you.
What you say in silence comes to me,
I can hear the calling of your eyes–mysterious.
Hands invite more vaguely,
One welcomes, while the other rejects.
Close to me you are, but untouchable,
It is your heart that I can touch without consent.
This is beyond your power to stop me,
Cause I whisper in your heart without noise,
In silence–the language of God.