[03] My Hundred Lines Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

Grilled roasted or smoked chicken
Desire or money— which is more significant
Isn't important— if demand is sought
Putting food on tongue in imagination
Drawing graph of power and dosage
Decision could be taken aptly

Neither there was nor there be any debate
Debate never wakes up
From physical-mental ethereal pleasure

Days spent darning dreadful times
Laying on the new or old bed-sheet
Trees uprooted with fruitless shaking
Cell phone buttons waned
Gradually like shoe sole
Path splashed up on pathless wild trail
While walking alone

Red-eyed dusk like owl
Sharp teeth of tiny mouse
As the notch of carpenters file
Midnight shouts harsh
As crocodile like house-lizard
Cockroaches dance classical way
Within the interplay of light and shade
But hesitation never sprouted

Not the day after night
Nighttime arrived roaring laughter
Dark tweaked to deep murky
After the last day of last fortnight
Not the moon— deep-black clouds
Set up cluster of tents in the sky

Balloon of fallacious time perforated
By the nocturnal animals
Time went mutely on quick march
Flash of lightening moment added salt
To the disordered mind and threw
On the corrugated iron sheet roof
At the midsummer sweltering day

Where am I standing now
On the knee-deep water of sinking land
Or washed out in the Saturday night's wave
Besides the crematorium's river

Sleeping alone in the underground furious cell
With the treasury of jewels like mummy
Dim demand line intersecting
The diffused marginal utility curve
On the slope-way of life
And entered into the dark quicksand

Wearing desire sit knelt down
To a deep-blue precious stone
No other second stone is there
To light a fire of existence


Forgetting the daily grammar
From the center of gravity of a polygonal want
Gauging the center of circle's core utility
Going a little ahead slowly
All of a sudden slipped noiselessly

White bear is moving around frosty destination
Compass went into hiding— fled away the target
Friendless daily adventure
To the posterior feelings

The pigtail of collapsed sensation
Removing lice with condolence
With millions of cells daily
Whirling round and round
Within narrow circumference
No tree attached black badge on pocket
No cosmic tremor is recorded

In the tranquil twilight
Nature put on ornament of lights
As if a cluster of small fishes
Going against the stream to hunting trap
Candles of the illumination go out one by one
A giant parasite on the soul
Unseen destructive beast injured the body
Forgetting all possible directions
Searching road heather and thither

Paths has been eaten up by the infrastructures
Flattering shadow spread wings
Over dislocated brain-cell


I am dubious sighted deaf and dumb
Like an extremely senior person

Eclipse of impassable misfortune
Is attached as the glue on my forehead
I have read the palm of space
In the moonlight at midnight
Backbone fractured on greasy algae
Days are going to the down stream
Struggling frantically to keep afloat

Lastly hoisting rend shirt on the top of solitude
Cool calligraphy of misfortune
Set up on the helpless garret

On the moment of taking decision
Decision itself hanged with a rope
On the branch of excised banyan tree
Investigators are in deep waters
During post-mortem session

Still amazing dreams beckon
Trust is playing snake-ludo with soul
Snakes biting— restarting every time
I have lost both legs— but going ahead on crawl



Poem 14
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9